Chance Meeting
It was pouring rain when my car broke down on the way
home from work. Running through the puddles I found
refuge in a dimly lit bar, blue neon lights outside announcing
it was "The Home of the Blues". A sports bar, I thought,
should be o.k. until I can get some help for my car. Shaking
the rain off I step into the club, smoky haze, only about half
full I brush past you on my way to the opposite end of the bar.
Some young blonde kid was on stage, singing about being
lied to. I ordered a whiskey and coke as the thunder clapped
loudly and the already dim lights, flickered. After a second quick
shot I was beginning to relax, fuck the car, fuck the rain, I'm
here, let's make the best out of it. The kid on stage was
impressive, and I was beginning to see the wisdom of his ways.
I needed some comforting, even if only for a little while, and if
I could find a sweetie who would just lie to me,,,,,,i'd let her.
After a while I noticed you speaking to a well-dressed gentleman,
but only briefly, as you turned away from him, in mid-sentence,
to watch the stage. He shuffled for a moment or two, not sure
what to do, then slinked away, rebuffed. As you turn to tend to
your drink I catch a view of what you're wearing. A solid black
dress,, tight around your hips but loose on top, hanging open
at the sides, the white flesh of your breast a sharp contrast
to the colour of the dress. When you reach forward the dress opens
so your whole breast is in view, nipple erect, then you pull your
arm back, covering yourself, the loose top sitting on your breasts,
both nipples like rock hard beacons making small tents on your
chest. Another man approaches you, this time more aggressively
as he leans over your back to get the bartenders attention. His
torso is up against your back as he leans his head down to
whisper something to you. Wish I knew what he said, because
I wouldn't want to make the same mistake as you turn swiftly in
your stool, elbow low, into his crotch as he spits out a mouthfull
of bar-nuts onto the counter. A bouncer, hearing his exclamation
of pain, is over quickly to usher him out. I order another drink,
the kid's singing about hitting the ground running, which was
beginning to look like a good idea. I study you for awhile as you
idly draw your swizzle-stick across you neck, then along the seam
of your dress, finally down over you nipple, as you squirm
slightly in your seat.
But again I thought I'd take the kids advice
and moved over towards you. "Looks like you could have your
pick," I say, as I order another drink for you and one for me.
price." I imagined the price was not in silver or gold, but rather,
in total devotion. "Well, they probably don't even know the currency
you trade in, how could they expect to meet your price?" You turn
around, one leg brushing past mine until you are seated facing me
both your legs open, on either side of mine, almost touching as
you lean forward, the top of your dress dropping open to show
both your milky white breasts, and ask, "And in what currency,
pray tell, do you think I trade?" "I wouldn't try to buy you with
flowers or chocolates, " I tell you, " but I could offer you an hour
of total, unbridled, lust, I could lick the salt of your sweat from the
most hidden parts of your body"
You sit back, crossing your legs, and for a brief
moment I catch a glimpse of bright white satin panties. Thinking I'd
been refused I started to think about the car, where I was, and how
I was going to get home. You get up out of the chair take my hand
and lead me to the back of the bar. Through the darkened hall
we walked, your dress tight on your ass, riding up slightly
as you twist and turn to get past the obstruction in the hallway
caused by spare equipement. Then out the back door, into the
driving rain, and a dark alleyway. You move up against the
wall and pull me towards you, your thigh riding up between my
legs until it slams against my balls as you suck my tongue
into your mouth. I lean against you, pressing you into the wall,
your nipples poking into my chest as I grind my cock against
your belly. You fall to your knees, mouth on my cock, teeth
biting hard on the head as your tongue rides over the material
separating us. We are soaked, your dress hangs on your
body like a shadow, hiding nothing. I push you back, pinning
your shoulders against the wall as my mouth moves towards your
neck, sucking and biting, then my tongue pressed hard over
your throat as I slide my face down to take one nipple into my
teeth, biting down sharply as you wrap your arms around my head.
Kneeling, I lift your dress over your waist, grab your panties, soaked
with rain, soaked with your juice and tear them off, disposing of them
in the alley as my mouth sucks in your pussy, tongue trailing up
the slit until it runs over your clit as you push your cunt onto my
face. I turn you around, teeth on your ass, and push you into the
wall, the rough brick, scratching against your breasts as I plant
my face firmly into your ass, my tongue diving in as you press
your hips against me. I reach down and undo my pants, sliding
them over my hips as I stand up behind you, cock sliding easily
into your pussy as my chest presses against your back driving you
into the wall. You are bucking your hips, little squeels escaping
rom your throat as you ram yourself onto my lap. Your hand
has moved between your legs, rubbing hard at your clit as I
hold your hips to keep your balance. Quickly you have an
orgasm, head thrown back on my shoulder as my mouth licks
and sucks at your neck, hips rotating , pushing down on my cock
as your finger slides slowly, pressed hard over your button and
your whole body shudders before you go limp, and slide off my
cock. Turning to face me you kneel, hair soaked, sweat and rain
pouring dwon your face, dress dripping wet, barely hanging on
your skin. Taking my cock in both hands you stroke, fingers
running over the head with every pass. " Give it up, Marcel,"
you say, the first sign that we know each other, " I want to taste
it." You rub my cock over your cheek, precum trailing everywhere.
Then over your throat telling me to cum on your face. Mouth on
the head of my cock as you continue to stroke, "C'mon give it
to me, I can feel it , I can see your balls climbing, your shaft
pulsing,,,,," Still talking as I cum, spraying onto your mouth, then
your face as you slide my cock back and forth over it, mouth
taking the head, finally, sucking the last drops, before we
straighten ourselves and head to the car, which hadn't broken
down at all, as it turns out.
