Chance Encounter 60

Chance Encounter

By: DisenchantedDoll

My eyes were immediately drawn to him as we sat down at the table. He was sitting a few tables away with a group of guys, laughing, and talking. I was sitting with my best friend, her boyfriend, and his friend. It was a feeble attempt at a blind date. My best friend had been pressuring me to try dating again since my boyfriend broke up with me, but I wasn't interested. I didn't want to jump right into another relationship. I wanted to explore my options. Basically, I just wanted to fuck.

I couldn't stop staring at him. He was beautiful but still very masculine. He looked like a sculpture, all carved, and defined. Dark hair and a beard to match. Despite the beard I could tell he had a jawline for days. And his lips. God, his lips were extraordinary. So full, luscious, and perfectly bow-shaped. Though calling them luscious didn't seem to do them justice. Like a whole new word needed to be invented to adequately describe those lips. And his smile was enough to reduce any woman to a quivering puddle. I was so engrossed with him that I didn't even notice the waiter at our table, or my friend calling my name.

"Huh?" I asked, looking at her.

"What do you want to drink?" she asked.

I turned to the waiter. "Red wine, please."

The waiter nodded and walked away. I tried to concentrate on my menu, but my eyes kept fighting to look at him. It was a losing battle, so I continued to watch him. He was wearing a black t-shirt tight enough to accentuate the muscular swell of his chest and display his equally muscular biceps, and black jeans. I wanted so bad to see what was under his shirt. There was a lull in his conversation, and he looked down at his phone, before letting his eyes wander around the restaurant.

I was a second too late realizing he was looking my way. I quickly looked down, praying to God, he didn't see me staring. I rubbed my forehead, slightly embarrassed that I may have come off like a creeper. After a few seconds, I chanced looking back up. Much to my surprise, he was looking at me. The weight of his gaze was penetrating, even from across the room. His face was so serious.

Yep. He thought I was a creeper.

He changed my mind by flashing me that million-dollar smile, making my heart skip a beat. Then he winked at me. A jolt of ecstasy thrilled its way through my entire body, and I instantly got wet. I felt myself blushing and had to look away. I realized everyone at our table was staring at me awkwardly. What did I miss?

I stifled a laugh. "Excuse me," I said, pushing away from the table and hurrying to the bathroom.

My heart was racing when I pushed the door open to the bathroom. It swung closed behind me as I walked to the sinks. I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was flushed. My hands were shaking ever so slightly, and I felt kind of dizzy. Could a wink from a stranger across the room really affect me so? The wetness in my panties proved it could.

"Get a grip," I said to my reflection. "It was just some innocent flirting. Doesn't mean anything."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to slow my pounding heart. It didn't work because all I could see behind my eyelids was face. His smile. His lips kissing me softly. He his hand sliding up my dress, between my legs. I heard the door swing open and close, but I didn't open my eyes. I wanted to stay inside the fantasy.

I felt someone walk up behind me and my eyelids flew open. I gasped as I discovered it was him. He was taller than I realized. Tall enough to easily look over my shoulder while still standing directly behind me. He was so close I could feel the muscled warmth of his torso against my back. I looked into his eyes in the mirror and got to see their color. Like the rest of him, the color was spectacular. A beautiful shade of green framed by long black lashes. His cologne filled my nostrils and I nearly swooned. So far there was nothing about this guy that wasn't spectacular.

"Hey," he said, voice deep and silky.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound cool and collected. I was pretty sure I failed miserably.

"I saw you watching me," he said, a smile playing on his lips.

I felt my cheeks growing hot again. Fuck. "Sorry," I said, sheepishly.

"Don't be." He swept my hair behind my shoulder, pressing his lips to my ear. His beard tickled my skin and I shivered. "I liked it," he whispered, never breaking eye contact.

Even whispering, his voice was so deep it rumbled in his chest and vibrated through my ribcage.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Jade," I answered, softly.

"Well, Jade," the way he said my name sent chills down my spine, "I'm going to fuck you hard and rough, right here, right now. Would you like that?"

I just nodded my head, unable to speak. For certain I just hallucinated what he said.

"Tell me," he breathed into my ear. I gasped involuntarily.

I had to swallow twice before I could talk. "I would like that very much," I said, voice barely above a whisper.

He grabbed my hand, his big hand engulfing mine, and turned me around. He walked backwards towards the handicap stall, pulling me along with him. "Then come show me, you dirty little slut."

I followed him without hesitation. My eyes zeroed in on his cock. Even through his jeans I could tell he was rock hard and ready. His cock pushed against the fabric, stretching the jeans as much as it could, begging to be released. And I wanted to do just that. He shut and locked the stall door then pushed me back against the wall. He ran his thumb down my cheek to under my chin, raising my lips to his.

His lips were even softer than I imagined. He kissed me deeply, tongue mingling with mine, his beard rubbing against my skin. His hand slipped under my dress to caress my clit over my panties, teasing me. I moaned into his mouth. After a few more seconds of teasing me, he slid his hand down my panties. His middle finger found my clit with expert precision, and I moaned even louder. He broke the kiss to look into my eyes.

"My God, your pussy is dripping," he said, rubbing my clit faster, steadily adding pressure.

I could barely talk through my moaning and heavy breathing. "It has been...since...you winked....at me."

He just smiled, coyly. I wondered how many girls' panties dropped at the sight of that smile.

The orgasm was building. I was right there, about to cum, when he stopped abruptly. I gave him a confused look as he removed his hand from my panties. His smile turned mischievous.

"You don't get to cum yet. Not until I say so," he said, tone commanding.

I gave him my own mischievous grin and pushed him backwards towards the opposite wall with my hands on his pecs. As soon as his back hit the wall, I lifted his shirt so I could finally get a peek at what was underneath. I bit my lip at the sight of his washboard abs. I noticed a tattoo on his left side, words scrawled down his ribs in black ink. I didn't read it. I had other things on my mind. I let go of his shirt and went for his belt buckle. I kept my eyes locked with his while I undid his buckle and the top button of his jeans. I looked down at what I was doing while I carefully unzipped his pants.

Nothing kills a mood faster than catching a guy's most delicate parts in his zipper.

Unexpectedly, he wasn't wearing underwear, and his cock came springing out like some naughty Jack-in-the-box. I had a feeling his dick was big with the way it pressed against his jeans. Looking at it then, I realized I had no idea how big it really was. Not only was the size impressive, but the girth was also. The width nearly rivaled the length. Since what I was staring at was at least 9 inches of smooth perfection, that was saying something. Suffice to say, I'd never fucked a guy that well-endowed before. It was a bit intimidating.

"Fuck," I said with feeling.

He gave this sly laugh that I can only describe as part sigh, part moan, part chuckle and all sex. Goosebumps broke out over my skin. I met his eyes again.

He raised an eyebrow. "Scared?"

To prove I wasn't I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and dropped to my knees. I rolled my eyes up to watch his face as I licked the tip, then eased his velvety cock into my mouth.

"Hmmm," he moaned, looking down at me. "You are so fucking sexy. Especially with my dick in your mouth."

He was so big; I could only fit so much of him in my mouth. When the tip was practically touching my uvula, I had to pull back. I used my hand to make up for it, rubbing his shaft up and down as my lips glided over him.

His breathing grew heavy. "Fuck, Jade. That feels so fucking good."

I found my rhythm, and his moans of pleasure were louder and more frequent. I cupped his balls with my left hand, rolling them around, squeezing gently. I knew he was getting close because his dick got even harder, and I could taste his precum. Suddenly, his hand went to the back of my head, wrapping into my hair, pulling hard enough to make it hurt just a little. He shoved his cock even further in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, holding me in place with his grip on my hair. I relaxed my throat, but gagging is inevitable when something that big is so far in your mouth.

He held me there, teetering on the edge of choking, dancing that fine line between pleasure and pain. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he released his hold on me. I pulled him out of my mouth, gasping for air. Long strings of saliva mixed with precum clung to my lips from his shaft. I looked up at him as I licked my lips, savoring the taste of him.

"Get up," he growled. "I wanna feel that pussy."

I climbed to my feet, obediently.

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall," he said, motioning at the wall we originally started at.

I followed his commands, placing my hands flat against the cool tile.

"Spread your legs and stick your ass out for me."

I did what he said and was rewarded with that sly laugh.

"Good girl." He walked towards me. "I'm about to destroy that pussy. Are you ready for me?"

"Oh God, yes," I said, a little too eagerly.

He lifted my dress and without warning, ripped my panties off with one strong motion. I yelped with pleasurable surprise. He entered my pussy from behind, sliding that massive cock in slowly.

"Mmmm, so tight. Making me fight for every inch," he said, voice breathy.

The sensation of him pushing his cock deep inside me was overwhelming. It stole my breath as he filled me up.

"Fuck," I moaned. "You feel so good."

When he bumped my cervix, and was unable to go any further, he began to pull out. Even slower this time, letting me feel every part of him. That delicious weight was already starting to build.

"I'm...going to...cum," I managed to say.

"Go ahead, baby. Cum on my cock. Let me feel your pussy explode."

"Oh my God, oh my God," I chanted as the orgasm gripped me, sending wave after wave of absolute pleasure through my body. It left me shaking uncontrollably, my pussy throbbing around his cock.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned. He grabbed my hips, thrusting harder and faster. Each thrust forced a loud moan from me. I knew I was being way too loud, but I didn't care. At least, not until I heard the door open and close.

We both froze for a second. I looked over my shoulder at him, not sure what to do. He put his index finger to his lips, smiling. Then he continued to pound my pussy.

How could I be expected to keep quiet with his ginormous cock so deep inside me?

The door to the stall beside us shut and locked. I put my hand over my mouth to quell my noises, but it didn't work. Guttural moans deep in my throat echoed off the walls of the quiet bathroom. Coupled with his soft moans and the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping flesh, there was no hiding what we were doing. The lady did her business quickly and left without even washing her hands. I looked over my shoulder at him again and we shared a quick laugh.

Another orgasm was building as his strokes became even faster, and less controlled. I rocked my hips back on his cock, matching his intensity.

"Oh yeah, baby. Keep rocking those hips. Feels so fucking good."

The orgasm took me by surprise, arriving faster than I anticipated. "Oh God!" I cried out, my eyes rolling back in my head. I rested my forehead against the wall, my body shaking for him.

"I'm close," he gasped.

"Yes. Cum for me," I begged. "I want to feel it." I rocked my hips faster.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop," he repeated.

He grabbed a handful of my breast over the bra, squeezing hard. I cried out as he spilled in a hot wash inside me.

"Ffffffuuuuuccckkkk," he exhaled, his voice going an octave higher. His upper body collapsed against me, pressing me against the wall, his cock still sheathed in my pussy. I could feel his abs contracting from the orgasm as we both relearned how to breathe.

"That was amazing," he said.

I laughed. "That's an understatement."

He laughed and the sensation made me writhe against the wall. "I'm Billy. Next time you can call me daddy."