It took a bit for him to notice my presence. I had come to the bar with two girlfriends, blowing off steam in the typical "Girls Night Out" way. We had started with sushi and sake, and I was feeling no pain when they decided to move it to the local pub to enjoy their delicious and vast beer selection.
I had noticed him immediately. His height, dark skin, tattoos, all made him stand out, even in the crowded and smokey bar. He was engaged in conversation, but after a few minutes, invariably he scanned the room and our eyes locked. Moment of truth...how would he react? I gave a tentative half smile, he returned it with a steely glare and looked away. "Ok well we're playing it like that," I thought to myself. Maybe this will be easier.
I knew there was a chance I'd run into him there. It was in his section of town, and his hangout when he wasn't away with work. It had been almost a year since I told him it was over, opting to stay with my long-time (and much more stable) boyfriend. And it was maybe 10 months since he had finally quit calling. I listened to him go through the grieving process, step by step, via numerous voice mails he had left. The pleading phase, the bargaining, the anger (those were the toughest), and finally acceptance. He did ask me to stay away from him, and our old hangouts. As a rule, I avoided the bar simply because it was his "turf", and I didn't need the aggravation. But I wasn't going to go home early and miss rare girl time, so I went. Stuck in a rut with my boyfriend, bored at home, I had needed this night out.
It had all started one stormy July afternoon the previous year with a few flirty, boozy texts, and led to an intense, torrid affair. I was with friends at a waterfront bar, listening to live music, when he sent the first one. My boyfriend was out of town, I was bored with our relationship anyway, and I've never been one to deal with boredom constructively. Jason had I been co-workers briefly, and had reconnected innocently on Facebook only the week before. Within the course of an hour, a storm was moving in and the band had stopped. At the same time, his texts had gone from innocent to explicit, and my panties were soaked. It only took one command, "Come over" and an address, and I threw cash at my friends to cover my tab and was on my way. When I arrived, we had a few minutes of awkward time. Hello hugs, the "Good to see you again." etc. However only minutes before we had been describing, in graphic detail, how we were going to fuck. So the air was charged with a lot more than just the impending storms. He poured me a drink, and we stood on his balcony, making small talk while we watched the clouds boiling overhead.
He was standing right behind me, so close I could feel the heat from his body, but still not touching me. My drink was empty, so I set it on the railing. I turned around and leaned up against the balcony, gazing up at him seductively. "...So...." I said, and that was all that I managed to get out before his lips came crushing down on mine. My arms snaked around his neck to pull him in closer. He leaned forward, pushing me up against the balcony railing. His arms encircled me, pulling my hips in toward him. I could feel his cock against my leg, not jutting out, but lying against it, hard and thick. Wedged between him and the railing, he ground into me as kissed, lips greedily claiming what we had been teasing about all afternoon. His hands snaked up under my top, running across my stomach and around my back, circling around and finding their way under the waist of my jeans.
We broke away at this point, and moved inside into the bedroom. I was stripping my top off as we walked. The thought did cross my mind, that I had been here 10 minutes, I hadn't seen him in over a year, and I was already getting naked. It felt so fucking good. In another seconds he had managed to remove any remaining clothes except my panties, and laid me down on the bed. Standing at the bedside, he removed his shorts and his cock sprung free. I was not disappointed. It was gorgeous, easily 8 inches and still not at full potential. Lying down next to me, we kissed while our hands explored each other's body. His lips moved down to my nipple, sucking then biting lightly as it swelled under his tongue. His hands moved down to my pussy, pushing the panties aside and sliding his finger down into the cleft.
"Oh fuck, baby...you are so fucking wet..." he groaned, moving his mouth back to mine, and slid first one finger, then another inside of me.
"God yes..more..." I moaned, grasping his forearm and pushing his fingers deeper inside of me. "Fuck me with your hand..." He moved his fingers in and out, pushing in deeper with three fingers. I could feel how wet I was, could feel my pussy soaking his hand. His lips moved back down my body, sliding my panties off and pushing my legs apart so his tongue could replace his hand. Running his tongue along my clit, I groaned, hips jutting against his mouth as he devoured me. I wanted to savor it, let the climax build, but it was just too much. The newness of it, the fast pace, the knowledge that I was lying naked in the bed fucking an almost stranger, over took me. I cried out helplessly as an orgasm overtook me almost immediately, feeling my muscles contract strongly as each wave hit.
"God....I want you..." he moaned, crawling up on top of me. I wanted to taste him, I wanted it to last, but once I wrapped my hand around his cock, all I wanted was him to fuck me.
"Ok baby...please...now.." I gasped as I felt his cock jutting up against me, poised to enter. He grasped both my wrists...holding them above my head against the bed.
"Look at me" he commanded. I did as ordered, my light eyes gazing into his as he entered me. Slow at first, we both groaned as he settled in deeper, then pulled back, thrusting a little bit harder, all the while watching for my reaction. Fully erect now, he was absolutely huge. I felt my lips stretch to take him in. My eyes were locked with his.
"Fuck me...hard."
He needed no further urging. Hoisting my legs up by his shoulders, he buried himself inside of me, hard and fast. I cried out but my hips pushed forward to meet his thrusts.
