You're in a daze by the time you've climbed into the passenger seat of her car - a bit of an older, beat-up jeep, but still nicer than the bike that you swing by to grab and stuff in the backseat. Taking your eyes off Farah as she heads out onto the road, slipping into the ever-nasty Los Angeles traffic, is completely impossible. She's enchanting, she's beautiful, and you're starting to wonder if your life has suddenly turned into one of those cheesy stories about love at first sight. The fire in her eyes whenver she glances over at you only seems to reinforce the idea.
As the vehicle trudges through SoCal's usual traffic jams, the two of you start to open up about your lives. You're the first to go, talking about how you headed out here from Colorado dreaming of making it big in the City of Dreams. It's an old, old tale, spun a billion times before, but Farah is smiling and listening as if she's never heard it before. Maybe that's because, as she soon relates, her own story isn't much different - aside of the fact that acting was her escape from a family that didn't take kindly to her preferences. It's a reminder of how lucky you are that your parents are so accepting.
The sun is starting to get low when you eventually pull up to Farah's apartment complex, and by this point, you're chatting like old friends, babbling on about favorite movies and laughing as you share your favorite horrible jokes. The script copies are in your hands, but you're not even thinking about it all that much as you ascend the stairs - you're too caught up in giggling over some truly hideous pun when she unlocks the door and ushers you inside, quickly locking it back behind herself as you take in a home that could charitably be described as 'cozy'. Cramped and overstuffed with all her possessions is more accurate.
You don't mind, because as soon as you turn back from the clutter to look at your new acquaintance's gorgeous face, she's already tossed the script to one side. "So I was thinking," she says, licking her lips as she steps up to you. Her face is just inches from yours, so tantalizingly close that it takes all your willpower not to lean in and steal a kiss right then and there. "Maybe we can not worry about the screenplay, just focus on... the chemistry between Wyn and Mikey..."
She grins as she reaches down, placing a hand on each of your hips. This woman knows exactly what she's doing, exactly how drop-dead gorgeous she is, exactly how much it's making your heart beat out of your chest. You hope she finds it amusing as you toss aside your own script and put your arms up around her shoulders, doing your best to try and keep your cool in spite of how desperately you want this persian bombshell. "We can try that out, yeah..." You wince. Hell, you can't lie to a woman who makes you feel this lovesick. "I uh... I don't... have a lot of experience, with improv..." The twinkle in her eye seems to confirm that she gets what you mean.
"Guess I better start teaching you then."
The entire world seems to be exploding around you when she drags you into a kiss. The one you shared back at the stuido, it was an emotional thing, but subdued, a low-key connection between you. This is the exact opposite. Farah is ferocious, her tongue instantly assaulting your lips, her hands and fingers digging deep into the muscles of your thighs. A moan of shock passes your lips as you let her enter into you, your arms dropping down under Farah's and wrapping around her back. She's a wild animal, rife with desperation for your body. You're expecting her to push you down onto the couch, but she makes no such movements.
In fact, you realize something pretty quickly - she's not being aggressive, not pulling your clothes off. No, she's working to rip off her own shirt, to pull down her own pants. An instinct you never even knew you had kicks in, some carnal understanding that this woman, this gorgeous, sickeningly enchanting lady, doesn't want to dominate you. She wants to submit, she wants you to take her like she's a prize. You've never considered yourself to be all that dominant, but it comes naturally - without a second thought you're dragging her through the apartment, throwing her onto the bed roughly before setting to work peeling off your own clothing in a frenzy. Pants, shirt, shoes, it all comes off in a rush, followed closely by the bra, socks, and panties you hurl onto the heap of clothes in the corner of the bedroom.
You leap onto her like some sort of wild jungle cat pouncing on prey, pinning her to the bed as your face dives into her chest. It’s a mix of soft skin and firm tissue beneath, two large mountains begging you to climb to their peaks. Your hands reach around to her back and tear at the bra, and for a moment, you swear your arms are burning again as the clasp is simply ripped apart. You really are stronger than you realized when caught up in frenzied lust, aren’t you? Neither you nor Farah seems upset by this fact as you trail kisses up to her nipple, where you begin to eagerly and forcefully suckle, like you’re trying to vacuum up her entire enormous breast into your mouth.
At this point, Farah is begging for it through moans and screams. She’s completely and utterly at your mercy, a plaything to be toyed with. Every moment spent sucking and kissing and groping at her smoking body makes a fire spread through your own body; mostly in your chest and now-soaking pussy, but it’s just a strong in your muscles and bones. Your whole form seems to be practically melting with desire - all you can conclude is that you want this angelic beauty so bad that, even when she’s under your spell, completely submitting to you, just looking at her, touching her - she’s so beautiful that it hurts.
Pulling your mouth away from her leaky breast, you begin to crawl up her, stretching your body out - the ache gets worse as you swear you can feel your whole body stretching, like it’s trying to pull itself, lengthen like stretching taffy. The pain, by now, serves only to further turn you on, and in desperation for relief, you shift your legs to bend them around Farah’s shoulders beneath you. She’s all too eager to position her head between your thick, powerful thighs - and god, they look like tree trunks as they close around that pretty face. Your hand runs down through your hair, and you could swear the dusk light is enhancing the definition of your arms, making them look positively ripped.
The idea only feeds into the sense of power overwhelming you as Farah sets to satisfying you, masterfully diving into your folds with practiced tongue work. She’s absolutely scarfing you down, drawing moan after moan from you as you lean one arm back, two strong fingers navigating the jungle of her groin to return the favor. Your own movements within her cause the submissive beauty to pick up the pace, her hands tightly clamped to your toned cheeks as you can feel both your bodies shaking. The moment is approaching, and as it draws near, your moans are turning into screams - until finally, you explode, your lover not far behind. Your muscular back arches as the orgasm stretches out, pleasure like you’ve never imagining cascading over your body in wave after mind-blowing wave.
When it finally subsides and you collapse down, laying next to the panting Farah, you’re still in a haze of desire and ecstasy. You don’t really stop to think about how impossibly toned your own arms and legs look right now, or how you seem to almost be longer, Farah’s feet only coming to your calves as you lay at eye level with her. You’re not even thinking about the movie anymore. No, as exhaustion and fatigue kicks in, all you’re thinking about is this drop-dead gorgeous woman staring at you, a lovesick sparkle in her beautiful caramel eyes. You return her look of adoration with a grin, pulling the woman in tight for another kiss that turns into a hazy make out stretching for hours... until finally, you drift to dreamland, hopelessly entwined with a woman you might very well have fallen in love with already.