Two Night Stand

I'm in trouble...

For the past few days, I can't seem to stop thinking about him. It had just been a one night stand--or so I thought. He'd rocked my world that drunken night, and I'd snuck out before the sun was up. It was only a few days later that I realized I couldn't get him out of my mind. Ash...

At my office job, my thoughts have already turned to him twice in the middle of boring conferences. The way he tasted on my lips after he'd eaten me out... the way he'd thrown everything off the table and took me right there in his kitchen until I was screaming his name... I tried to leave it alone the first time, but my pencil skirt forced my thighs together and made the wetness between my legs impossible to ignore. Even just adjusting my seat sent waves of friction coursing through me. I thought it was fine until someone bumped my chair and I sent a glass of water flying. I'd excused myself and rushed to the bathroom. My thong had been soaked through, and even without fingering myself, rubbing my hand over the soaking spot had been enough to push me over the edge.

The second time, I excused myself before it got too bad--and I came in the bathroom again, with Ash's name whispered on my lips. That time, I'd dipped a finger inside myself just to try and relieve the pressure, and the following orgasm had been enough that I almost cried out.

Now, days later, I still can't get him out of my head. Even as I sit here in my room, I can feel heat gathering between my legs...

Dammnit all, I'm going to see him. Oh, but I shouldn't. A one night stand means no strings attached... mmm, but remembering the way he called my name when he came for me makes my stomach tighten in all the right ways.

I don't even have his number; but I know where he lives. Is showing up crazy? Short answer, yes... long answer, I don't know how much longer I can pretend my fingers are his tongue without going crazy. Maybe one more night together is exactly what I need. Yeah! Maybe he's just not out of my system yet.

I pick my phone up as if I'm going to text him--but obviously, that's pointless. There hadn't been time to exchange numbers between meeting and ripping each others' clothes off that night. The way his fingers had skated across my nipples through my shirt... the heat of his hand pressed against my thigh in the bar...

I groan. Okay. Enough of this. I'm going. But what to wear?

For clothing, I decide on a white crop top that hits just above my bellybutton and a jean mini skirt. Too obvious? Well... it's not like me showing up there will be any great mystery. I leave my brown hair down, hoping Ash will mess it up just a bit.

Underneath, I choose an unlined white lace bralette and matching thong--and just to really drive the point home, I pick knee length white stockings, as well. The outfit says "let's not fuck around, shall we?", and I'm okay with that.

The air outside is brisk, but not so cold as to make my clothes feel out of place. I kind of wish I'd brought a light jacket, but it's too late. If I go back now, I'll probably chicken out and end up fingering myself until I call his name again--alone, in my apartment. No. Tonight is a night for action.

I get a few lingering looks from a couple on the bus when I board. They're sexy in a "been there done that" kind of way, but I'm not hunting for a threesome tonight. Maybe another time. The trip to Ash's feels shorter than my return journey home after our first session together, but that's probably because I'd been counting the seconds until I could get home and find my toys. Some things are just too good to wait for.

I hop off the bus outside Ash's townhouse. Thankfully, there's no buzzer. I glance at the shuttered windows--lights are on, at least. My stomach hollows out as I approach the door. Maybe this is a mistake. What if he isn't interested? Or what if he brought someone else home with him tonight? Not that I'd be against the idea... but there's nothing worse than being a third wheel. My head feels light as I knock on his door. Is it too late to run? Yeah... probably...

"Oh!" The tanned lines of his face are in an expression of surprise when he opens the door. "It's you."

"It's me," I say, heart nearly jumping out of my chest. "I can't seem to get you out of my head..."

Ash smiles, green eyes twinkling.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you, either. Come in?"

I hadn't noticed the interior of Ash's home before; I'd been focused entirely on the kitchen table I was getting fucked on. Thankfully, Ash leads me into the living room this time. He's a vision in creamy knit pants and a deep green shirt that does sinful things to his eyes.

"Wanna sit? I was just about to grab a drink." I nod and take a seat on the edge of the couch while he disappears around the corner, only to reappear with two wine glasses and a bottle of red. He pours me one and passes it over with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I hope it's okay that I came over," I start. "I really... really can't stop thinking about you." Like, it's getting in the way of my work. But I don't tell him that. He smiles and bites his lower lip before settling beside me on the couch.

"You know," He starts. "You're one of the few people that I regretted not giving my number to."

I gulp my sip of wine in surprise.

"Really? Because I've been going mad, thinking the same thing!"

He nods in earnest, lowering one hand to trace a pattern on my knee. The touch sends shivers up my arms and legs. He sips his wine, not acknowledging what his hand is doing to me.

"Seriously. I just kept thinking about all the things we didn't have time for." Another sip of wine, which I match.

"Same. And everything we did do." My cheeks heat. "To... to be honest, I haven't even been able to sleep, much."

Ash's eyes twinkle again at this, and a wicked grin stretches his mouth wide.

"Really, now?"

I nod, hiding behind another big sip of wine.

"Really."

"What else have you been doing? Other than not sleeping." More patterns on my knee and lower thigh. I swallow hard.

"Well, let's just say I've gotten reacquainted with a few old friends that had been living in my bedside table."

Ash tilts his head back into the couch and laughs. His brown hair spills across his forehead as he does so.

"All that? Just because of me?" A slight tapping on my leg, now.

"It hasn't exactly been a struggle..." I blush again.

Ash lays his hand flat against my knee and starts circling my skin with his thumb.

"What else?"

Well, I guess we're doing this.

"At work..." I start, and his thumb presses into my leg softly. "Twice now, I've had to rush into the bathroom and take care of things on my own."

"Tell me." His eyes are burning as he turns toward me on the couch. Our legs brush together, and he pulls the one of mine he's still touching even closer.

"The... the first time, I was thinking about you--us--and rubbing my thighs together under the boardroom table."

"Did it get you hot?"

My breath leaves in a whoosh.

"Yes... hot and wet..."

"And then?" His voice is a deep rumble.

"And--and someone jostled my chair and I almost came undone right there. By the time I made it to the bathroom my panties were soaked."

"What did you do?"

"I started touching myself."

"Through your panties?"

"Yes... they were wet through."

"What did you feel?"

"I felt my swollen lips," I whisper, tongue skating across my teeth. "And I felt my clit..."

"What did you do to yourself?"

"With two fingers, I started rubbing the creamy warmth on my thong against my pussy."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes... mmm, it felt good."

"Did you finger yourself?"

"No--not that time."

"What were you thinking about? Were you thinking about me? Pumping in and out of you...?"

"Yes..." My heart is thudding in my chest.

"Did you cum?" I give a little nod. "And what else." It's barely a question. I nearly shiver when I speak again.

"The next time I disappeared into the bathroom, I opened my legs and slipped a finger inside." He grunts and readjusts his position on the couch. "With one leg propped on the toilet, I reached under my skirt and fingered myself until I came and... and when I did, I whimpered your name."

"Good..." He shifts again, and I think I see a subtle hardness growing between his own legs. It's all I can do not to reach down and take him between my hands.

With a swig, Ash finishes his glass of wine--and it's only then that I realize my own drink is almost gone, too. The circles he's running along my knee get wider, until slowly... softly... he spreads my legs, just a little bit. "What else have you done?" He teases my leg until I shift and allow him to spread them just a bit more.

"Um..." His hand slips down my thigh. "After that first night together--" I exhale as I feel his hand pass the edge of my skirt. "I hurried home and... and then I--" I gasp, just slightly, as his thumb swipes across the front of my panties. We're both still sitting on the couch, and he's still looking at me with heat in his eyes, as if unaware where his fingers are. "--Then I found my old vibrator."

"What did you do with it?" His thumb presses against me, now. I stifle another gasp as he rubs the wet fabric of my thong against my pussy, just like I imagined.

"I... I got on my bed and opened my knees..." He makes an encouraging sound in the back of his throat. "And as I slid it inside my pussy, I thought of you."

He presses three fingers against the front of my thong now, swirling my wetness and rubbing it against me. My legs spread a bit farther. He pushes against me, teasing me, pressing into my opening but not entering me, yet. My eyes flicker closed as he softly pumps his fingers on my clit.

"Did you cum for me then, too?" He's breathless, and I feel the couch shift. Suddenly he's leaning over me, supporting his weight with one hand, while the other hand gets me soaked.

"Yes..." I look up at him pleadingly. "And every day since... Every day, multiple times a day... I cum with your name on my lips."

Ash pulls in a breath and slides off the couch, coming to rest on his knees in front of me. He braces both hands against my knees, then slowly presses his mouth against the front of my panties. I feel the pressure of his lips and tongue against the fabric as he starts licking up everything he caused so far. My breath hitches in my chest as his nose hits my clit through the fabric, and I feel the hardness of his teeth teasing me. He pulls my panties into his mouth and growls low in the back of his throat when my pussy is exposed to him. My skirt hitches higher up my thighs when his strong hands spread me even farther. I feel the tug of the lacey fabric as he pulls it to the side, and then I whimper as his mouth finds me at last.

He spreads the lips of my pussy with his mouth, hungry, then slides his tongue from my base to my clit. With another deep groan in the back of his throat, his slips his tongue inside of me and starts eating me out. My clit pulses everytime he sucks it into his mouth, and my hips press up against him in time with his movements. It tickles in a wicked way, and he's squeezing my knees hard enough to bruise. I look down at him, but his head is blocked by my skirt. All I can see are his powerful shoulders bent between my quivering thighs.

"More," I hear him growl, mouth full of my sweetness. "Give me more... Tell me more."

"One of my toys has two heads," I whimper, my hands finding the back of his head and pressing him closer. His tongue sinks in farther and he drags it up my inner wall, moaning in pleasure. "One end of it goes in my pussy and one in my ass." He nuzzles deeper into me at these words, spreads me wider. I feel his tongue drag against the deepest part of me, as if he can't get enough. "When I press it into myself and turn it on, I scream your name when I squirt." His growl vibrates through me deliciously and I squirm under his touch. "Do you like that?" I whimper.

"Mmmm....."

"Do you like how I taste?"

He answers by digging deeper, mouth squelching with my precum. He releases my knee with one hand and reaches under my skirt to massage my ass. In this way, he pulls me even closer.

"Sometimes I think about squirting on your face, Ash," I can barely speak. "And--I think about you cleaning me off with your mouth." Ash nibbles my clit, gently, but enough to make me grab a fistful of his hair and hang on for dear life. He pulls back and drags kisses up my exposed stomach. His dick is rock hard in his pants as he straightens.

"And what else?" He lifts his hands to pull my tiny shirt over my head and bare my chest to him. The lace of the bralette is see through and shows my peaked nipples underneath. My chest is heaving with pleasure, and the full roundness of my boobs are coated in goosebumps. Ash leans up and starts suckling my tit through the bra, while reaching a hand down and pushing my thong out of the way again. With his mouth hot on my chest through my bralette, he shoves my lace panties out of the way and sinks his fingers into my pussy.

"I have a toy that's remote controlled," I gasp as he swirls his tongue against the lace on my nipple and pumps his fingers in and out of my vagina. I feel my tits harden for him. "I can slide it into myself and turn it on whenever I want."

He pulls his mouth off my nipple just long enough to ask;

"When do you use it?"

"At work!" The word is a yelp as he yanks my bralette up and fully exposes my aching tits. He pulls his fingers out of my pussy to lift my boobs against his face. Hungry again, he sucks each of my nipples in turn. I lift my hands to cup my heavy tits for him, pushing them harder into his mouth. He squeezes me in approval. "Sometimes--sometimes I turn it on at work and cum for you at my desk."

"Yes..." He bites one nipple, making me shriek, then straddles me on the couch. He presses my bare boobs together and thrusts his hips against them. I can see the outline of his cock through his linen pants, and it feels so hard as he rubs it between my tits. "And what do you want me to do to you now?"

"I want you to claim me," I gasp as his cock presses harder against my chest. I didn't realize the words were true until I said them. "Tonight. Now. No condom. I want you to cum in me and fuck me raw against this couch." He pumps his hips against me again, squeezing my boobs together until they ache for him.

I hadn't let him cum inside me the first time--my birth control was discontinued and I have yet to find another favourite--but the need for him tonight is like nothing I've ever experienced before. As his hard cock bucks against my naked chest and my pussy drips for him, I know this is what I want.

I reach up and stroke him through the fabric of his pants. I can feel every ridge on his dick, and I slide my fingers hard against his head.

"Undress me," He gasps--no, commands--lifting his hands behind his head and stepping up. He's taller than me, but he helps me bare his chest and delicious stomach. Every muscle is tight as he holds his desire for me in check. I rub my boobs against his abs, then down against his cock through his pants. "Pants." I obey, and finally slide his pants down over his throbbing cock. It's huge through his boxers, and I can see a wet mark of precum glinting for me there. "Take my dick out." His voice is a commanding whisper, and with my mouth watering, I slide him out, leaving his boxers on but pulled down. His cock springs free, and I don't even think twice--I just shove my mouth over it.

He groans above me and grabs my hair, but I'm too horny to go slow. His penis is hot and hard in my mouth, and on the first shove I gag for him. Ash pumps deeper into my throat, and holds my head in place until I gag for him again. His precum tastes so good, I whimper and dig my fingernails into the backs of his thighs. He bucks again, and more precum shoots into the back of my throat. For seconds on end, I gag for him as he fucks my mouth, my legs spread wide, wanting him.

"Come here," He finally says in a low voice, and I regretfully pull my mouth off. I start to undo my skirt, but he stops me. "I want to fuck you with it on." I groan in excitement and nod, and he sits down on the couch. His boxers are half on, but his balls and dick are free and swollen just for me.

I get onto my knees above him, and he presses up hard, shoving his cock against my panties. The fabric is so wet that his head sinks into me anyway, and I moan. He taps in and out and the pressure drives me insane. Ash starts sucking on my tits again as he teases me with his dick. It isn't until I start whimpering, though, that he smirks and reaches between our legs and slips my thong to the side. The head of his bare dick is hot against my swollen pussy lips--so much better than with a condom. Slowly.... so slowly... he pushes into me fully.

The thong on the side of my pussy increases the friction like crazy as we start to fuck, slow at first but getting faster, and as I sink down onto him on the couch, it's only seconds until I'm calling his name. I rock my hips back and forth as he humps up and down, spearing me with his huge cock.

Ash thrusts into me so powerfully that I start bouncing on his dick, up and down--up and down--as he pumps harder and harder. My tits bounce in his face until I lean back, and he holds me in place with strong hands at my hips as he fucks me ragged. Wet slaps accompany my moans and his fierce grunting as his balls slap against me.

"Spread me wider, Ash," I shriek. "Take me Ash--Take me!" He spreads his knees, forcing my legs farther apart, until he sinks into me so deep that I feel him hit the back wall of my pussy. I feel hot precum leaking out and hitting my cervix, but in the moment, I couldn't care less. "I want you to fill me up, Ash. No protection--claim me with your cum, Ash. Yes... yes!" His pumping gets heavier, deeper, harder.

"Ladies first," He growls, then pulls me back so I'm straight on top again. Never breaking eye contact, he slips a finger inside me beside his dick, stretching me. I moan loud and long, until his finger hooks and finds my G-spot.

"Oh my god," I whimper, my voice ragged as my tits bounce. He nods, still licking my wetness off his lips. "Oh my god, Ash. That's going to make me--"

"Cum on my dick," He whispers, pressing my G-spot and thrusting into me. "Get me soaking wet." The pressure inside me is building again. "Prove just how hard I can make you cum. All those days thinking about me fucking you... I want to hear you scream my name."

He's still bucking up into me, bouncing me and flicking my most sensitive place. My mouth opens in a cry of delight as my muscles tighten, and just as I'm about to cum, he drags his finger down my G-spot.

"Ash...!!!!" I start to scream, but then he leans up and catches my mouth in a kiss. The taste of my salt on his tongue sends me plunging into pleasure, and I shriek into his mouth while cumming hard all over his cock.

His thrusts get even faster as my slippery cum coats his dick, and he breaks our kiss to start moaning. My thong is hot against my skin, soaked now, and rubbing a line of friction that has to be driving Ash mental. His hips dip shallower, then faster, then hard and deep.

"I'm cu--cumming," But he isn't yet. I slam my hips up and down, bracing my hands on his shoulders, as I feel him twitch deep inside me. He pulls out until I feel just his head is at my entrance, and my muscles pulse and contract against him until I see stars.

"You like that?" I whimper in a high pitched voice, leaning into him with my tits and lifting my hips to give him better access. He reaches behind and spreads my ass cheeks through my skirt, slamming home hard now. "Yeah Ash... yeah... show me what you like." He pulls me down harder and pumps faster, moaning now as his dick thickens inside me. "Cum inside me, Ash. You gonna fill me up?" My voice is a whimper of pleasure as our cum starts to mix. "Now Ash... Now... claim me..."