She leaned in to him and her breath hissed, hot in his ear. “Come walk with me.” He followed her, this siren. He had watched her all night, everyone had. He would have followed her anywhere. He did not even know her name.
The early light wrapped around her in a golden haze. As she danced along the track, her skirt flicked up, teasing, bouncing against the top of her thighs. She looked back at him over her shoulder and laughed, pinching at her hem, tugging it out to the side, making sure he could see her arse. She skipped away and then back she flitted towards him. “Do you want to taste me?” Without waiting for a response she knelt over him, allowing his tongue to probe her depths. She gasped, her back arched, nectar dripping down his face.
“I told you, the fear makes it fun. Can you feel the hum? That is the train coming. Don’t look so concerned. I am sure I will have time to untie you...” He heard the siren, heard her giggle. He heard the siren and he could not turn away - he was locked between her thighs.
My very first flash fiction Friday peeps! Thanks to Insatiabear! 150-200 words, phrase "in a golden haze"
Hopefully by next week I will figure out how to install the button...