Haidis Prey - Tara Tainton

Haidi's Prey

Written by Tara Tainton

Wednesday, 22 April 2009 16:38

She just couldn’t stave off the hunger anymore. She had to have him. Had to taste that young flesh, the toughness of the tanned hide. Her eyes had feasted for weeks, and now it was time to pounce.

She enjoyed the pursuit almost as much as devouring the catch itself. She loved to play before feeding. She deliberately held off the final moment for as long as possible.

It was all a game to Haidi, a way to serve her pride as much as the tenacious appetite that never ceased to rise from within. Her preference was for younger creatures, those relatively new to the world. Those who couldn’t assume they were being hunted made her salivate and her pupils dilate. After tasting one, she hungered for another and the new flavors circulating within its warm body. She couldn’t deny her nature, nor did she ever desire to. Her habits ruled her every day.

The newly spotted beast proudly walked into Haidi’s territory, oblivious to the impact of his presence. Haidi first spotted him in the lobby, completing his application form and wholly unaware of his sexy smile as he flashed it to the room. Haidi’s path took her directly past his impressive form that afternoon. She noticed the broadness of his shoulders first, then the tapering of his back in a perfect V tucked into tight jeans. She nearly reached to slide her fingers through his blonde mane as she walked by, had to stop herself from sniffing his skin to record more of his scent. Instead, she strode to her office and began to pace.

Haidi’s position as administrator of the largest membership gym in the city came with obvious benefits. Fresh prey surrounded her day in and day out. The collective musky scent of masculinity tickled her nostrils and teased her senses, making her feel vitally alive. The most stressful aspect of her work was exercising the necessary self-control.

At first, Haidi eyed her new prey from afar, catching satiating glimpses from around corners or through the crack of her office door left ajar. She studied him, learning his every habit. She took note of his schedule, was there to glimpse him wielding the weights, and admired his endurance on the indoor track. She memorized the movements of his body, measured his gait with her trained eyes, and deduced his vulnerabilities. She soon understood what he wanted, how she’d lure him with unquestionable success. This one would be subdued only when face-to-face with her potency, her carnal craving laid bare.

Her boldness had always affected what she desired. She was consistently rewarded for her audaciousness. As far as Haidi was concerned, he had invaded her domain the first day he entered the building. Now, he was subject to the rules of her jungle.

At dusk one humid evening, her ears perked at the sound of husky voices coming from the men’s communal shower facility down the hall. She loved the sound of the masculine chatter echoing off the walls and instantly envisioned all those muscular bodies lined up together with their lack of consideration for the sexuality imbedded in the situation. Haidi had taken a few peeks before, usually late in the evenings when there weren’t enough patrons to put her in danger of being caught. The weeks of growing tension, fantasizing, and tracking the latest fascination impelled her towards the showers again now.

There was a spot, right at the end of the line of showers where one could duck into one of the few toilet stalls and have an excellent view of the shower area while remaining completely hidden. Haidi considered her awareness of the vantage point to be one of the primary perks of her job but tried not to indulge too often. Neglecting concern for the few bodies lingering at their lockers, Haidi sauntered along the line of stalls, walking casually behind them and careful to avoid the smack of her high-heeled pumps on the tile floor. She then slid around the last one and behind the safety of its closed door before the showering men happened to turn in her direction.

The sneaky maneuver made her heart beat faster as she focused an eye through the crack between the door and its frame. Her excitement instantly declined when she realized the men were finishing up, now fastening club towels around their waists as they walked out of view. She had begun to release the bolt and exit the stall when she heard a pair of bare feet slapping on the wet tiles before her. Haidi peeked through the vertical opening again. And there he stood.

Her much anticipated prey was approaching the corner shower clad only in a thick white towel, tucked around him tight enough to emphasize his strong buttocks. Haidi’s heart began to palpitate as she bit her lower lip, subconsciously holding her breath in an attempt to remain completely silent. She watched as the towel was hung on a hook on the wall and the hot stream of water began to cascade over his finely toned body.

He was the definition of a prime kill: tall and strong, built for flexibility and endurance, practically designed for Haidi’s own pleasure. From within her secret den, she devoured him with her eyes, growing keener on the potential attack by the second.

He was hung like a true beast, his cock poised proudly in a semi-aroused state. Haidi’s senses could smell the scent emanating from that warmest region. She could almost taste the salty water that was dripping from its perfect curve. She’d never realized how well the simple act of showering emphasized a man’s form, how the water’s glisten called attention to every rise or mound of muscle. She felt the blood rushing between her own warming legs as she visually traced her captivator’s silhouette, imagining her tongue running over its edges and searching out the most sensitive crevices often ignored.

Haidi’s temperature rose as the steam from the hot shower crept into her stall, filling the small space with moisture that had touched his body. She wanted to touch herself, just to reach up her skirt and give her body a preview of what she was about to grant it, but chose not to spoil her cover. Instead, she kept her palms firmly planted on the walls of the stall as her skin grew sweaty against the cold metal.

Haidi wished she could circle her prey, obtain all enticing views. She waited impatiently for him to turn or bend or reach, anything to reveal a new view or how his movements she’d studied so intensely over the past weeks looked without the cover of clothing. She concentrated on his most masculine part as he did, intent on the way his hands slid over its slick surface and held it for washing. He seemed to caress himself almost with tenderness, praising the body that he took such care to sculpt to perfection.

The growth of his cock didn’t go unnoticed. Haidi detected its gentle rise beneath his own hands. He turned to the side, as if to purposely provide Haidi with the most flattering view of his form. Her eyes were glued to the surface of his skin; her mouth watered in anticipation. She had to have him soon.

He leaned on the wall, resting as the water continued to stream down his back. His muscles visibly loosened as he rewarded himself for the strain of the day’s workout. Realizing the end of his shower was near, Haidi took the opportunity to sneak out of her hiding place while his back was turned toward her. She hesitantly unlatched the door and slowly opened it without so much as a squeak.

Before she rounded the corner, tiptoeing dangerously on the slick floor to keep her hard-soled pumps quiet, she was persuaded to capture one last look at the origin of her yearning. Just a quick glance and she’d be off. As she turned, so did he, prompted by shared instinct.

Haidi froze in place with catlike stillness, her natural reaction to being detected during the hunt. Her mind searched for words to subdue the situation. He just held his gaze with hers, not revealing any expression or showing a sign of self-consciousness about his nakedness. Movement returned to Haidi’s limbs as she felt her own sexual tension strung so taut that she needed release. She needed it now.

She wanted complete gratification, to taste her victim through every sense, feel him tense within every fiber of his being. She was an animal, luring the most attractive younger men with her obvious intention, the hunger visible behind her eyes and never fully quenched. They wanted her, because they knew how deeply she wanted them. She found all men were aroused by an aggressive woman who doesn’t hesitate to reveal what she wants. They want to be taken. They want to be devoured. Only then can they feel completely present and give themselves to the purest form of pleasure. Mindless pleasure, helpless wanting.

She stood there before him, caught in the midst of her feverish fantasizing with her cheeks still red and her forehead glistening with a sheer film of sweat. Not allowing him to assess the scene any longer, she turned her face, leaving just one wide brown eye bearing down on her anticipated meal with taunting determination. He stepped closer, one wet foot sliding forward on the slick tiles. Interest peaked in the smile that curled his lips.

Haidi pounced, propelled forward by her self-assurance, letting instinct take control. The sexual electricity in the air sealed the moment in silence, leaving two animals only aware of one another and the primal energy building between them.

Haidi first pawed gently at the beastly chest bared before her, scratched lightly at his trunk, and then leaned in to nibble at his thick neck, feeling the faint scratch of his whiskers as she playfully bit and absorbed his sexual scent. His large hands circled her smaller frame and gathered her tight ass in a firm grip, pressing her pelvis against his stiffening cock. She stifled a wanton gasp, clenching her jaw in a playful bite into his massive shoulder as he lifted her up just enough to confirm his need wordlessly. A gentle purr rumbled from her throat.

Haidi’s fingers slid through his silky blonde hair, mimicking her body pressing itself into him as her legs greedily wrapped around his naked waist. He supported her back against the shower wall, the cold sending tingles down her spine as the wet surface quickly soaked through her thin blouse. The moisture seemed to seal the two bodies together, promising not to release them until they both had their fill.

With one rough motion, his masculine forearm wrenched up Haidi’s business skirt and yanked down her panties. She felt only a moment of cooler air and vulnerability before she was served a fully engorged cock, sliding into her drenched pussy without hesitation. Its fleshy ridges passed over her own as it moved deftly in and out, pressing her entire body tightly against the tiled wall and flattening her bared buttocks at the pressure. His fists tightened on the skirt gathered at her waist, pulling her to him as he pounded deeper inside her, seeking the warmth she held inside.

He nuzzled her downy neck as she clawed at his broad backside, clinging to the pleasure he was driving into her with his carnal pumping. Her fingers curled into his flesh, bearing down against the rising waves of increasing vibration spiraling upwards from their point of connection. With a low growl and final gasp of humid air, he threw his head back, slammed Haidi’s body against his own, and sent them both spasming simultaneously as perpetual waves reverberated throughout their entire bodies.

His hands weakened with a final gush of pleasure, loosing his grip on Haidi and sending her sliding down the wet wall and onto her feet again. Without pause, she proceeded to lick his body dry, savoring the combination of salty sweat and clean water droplets. She saved his limp cock for last, taking it into her still hungry mouth and daring to revive it.