Chance Encounter Pt 02

After the fantastic fuck in the stall and our bodies uncoupled, Billy handed me a card from his back pocket. It read: Billy Rawn, content creator, with his number at the bottom.

"Content creator?" I asked, looking up from the card.

I was surprised to discover I was now standing alone in the stall. He had somehow slipped out without me noticing, like a thief in the night. I leaned back against the wall, taking in the surreality of the whole situation. After a few minutes of replaying the events that just happened over and over in my head, I figured I better go back to my table before my best friend came looking for me. I searched the floor for my panties. It wasn't like I could wear them anyways, but I didn't want to leave them there. They were nowhere to be found.

Did he take them? Cheeky monkey...

I made it back to the table. Billy's table was empty, he and his friends gone. I attempted to carry on with the night like nothing had happened, but my thoughts were consumed with him. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me, and especially, the way he fucked me.

For a week straight I thought of nothing else except him. Every day was just me going through the motions, drifting around my daily life. He had given me his number. The ball was in my court. I just couldn't work up the courage to call. Maybe I could text. Yeah, texting is casual and informal. But what the hell would I say? Hey this is Jade. The girl you fucked in the bathroom. Want to fuck again?

After a couple days of internal struggle, I finally gave in. I couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted more of him. I needed more. I ended up texting him with a simple; Hey. It's Jade.

That was two days ago, and he still had not texted back. I tried desperately to convince myself that he was busy, but I knew I was kidding myself. He wasn't interested in me, fine. I was an adult. I could bounce back. So, when a guy from work asked if I wanted to have coffee with him, I figured why the hell not. Though I seriously doubted any guy could ever give me what Billy did.

Saturday afternoon I met him, Thomas, at a nearby coffee shop. Nothing special. Just a generic coffee place that could be found in any random city in the US. We talked about miscellaneous topics while we sipped coffee. He was cool and easy to talk to. For the first time in over a week, all thoughts of Billy escaped my mind.

The text notification chimed on my phone. "Excuse me," I said as I picked up my phone. I opened the text without really looking at the number.

Who's that?

I glanced up at the name at the top of the text. It was Billy. My pulse began to race. Then my stomach dropped as I realized he was asking who I was. Oh my God. This was horrifying. I felt so stupid. Should I text back or save myself the embarrassment? Fuck it.

You don't remember me?

I texted.

Oh, I remember you perfectly, Jade.

I could hear him say my name in my head.

Who's that sitting with you?

I was so relieved that it took a minute to register what he just asked me.

How do you know I'm with someone?

Look to your right.

He responded

.

I looked to my right and met his eyes. He was sitting in a booth in the corner, looking extra delicious, a cup of coffee next to his arm. He was wearing a dark red, long-sleeved shirt. His clothes always seemed to hug him perfectly, contouring his upper body in all the right places. The shirt was V-neck, exposing a triangle of bronze skin. He smiled that panty-dropping smile and my knees went weak. How long had he been there? Was he there already when we got here?

"Holy shit," I whispered, smiling back.

"What?" Thomas asked.

I turned to Thomas. "Uh...nothing," I lied. Then went right back to staring at my phone.

We have to stop meeting like this

. I texted.

He texted a shrug emoji

,

then,

maybe it's fate.

My heart fluttered in my chest. Even through texts he had the power to make me wet. I had never known a guy with the ability to say all the right things all the time. Before I could respond the notification chimed again.

Well...I'm waiting.

He's a guy I know from work.

Are y'all on a date?

Maybe.

I teased

.

I want you to do something for me.

At first, I typed

anything you want,

deleted it, and texted

okay

instead.

Touch yourself. Right now.

I nearly choked on my saliva

. What???? I can't.

Yes, you can.

He's sitting right in front of me. He'll know what I'm doing.

That makes it more fun.

I just looked at the phone screen, not sure what to say.

I know you want to,

popped up

.

Followed by

, I bet that pussy is already so wet.

He wasn't wrong. Just seeing his smile had caused a flood. And I did want to. I wanted to do whatever he asked me. It appeared Mr. Rawn had discovered something deep inside me. Something I didn't realize I needed or even wanted; to be dominated. Nervous excitement tingled through my veins like tiny champagne bubbles.

I looked at him again. He had the barest of smiles on his lips and an intense heat in his eyes. He nodded his head once, telling me without words to do it. Luckily for me, or maybe us both, I was wearing a skirt. It was going to make touching myself easier, yet I wasn't sure it would be that discreet. My hand went under the table to the hem of my skirt, pulling it up just a little. He watched my every movement closely.

"Jade, are you okay?" Thomas asked me, bringing me back to Earth.

My head snapped back to Thomas. I had almost forgotten he was there. I was too preoccupied with the perfect specimen sitting to my right giving me every ounce of his attention.

"Oh yeah. I'm good. It's just my bf. She's fighting with her boyfriend. Again." I rolled my eyes. "She lives for the drama."

"Oh," Thomas replied. I don't think he believed me. He must have seen me staring at Billy.

I was still holding my phone when it rang, startling the shit out of me to where I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was Billy.

"I'm sorry. This is her. I have to take this," I said to Thomas.

"No problem," he muttered.

I quickly answered the phone. "Hey Alyssa," I said.

Billy's deep voice floated through my ears. His voice felt alive, almost touchable. Like fur sliding over my skin. "You should be touching your pussy right now."

I had to fight every muscle in my body from turning to look at him. "Well, I'm kind of with someone right now," I said.

"I don't care," he replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

I started to slide out from the booth we were sitting in because I knew I was being rude.

"No," he said, firmly, stopping me in mid-motion. "Don't get up."

I settled back in the booth. My heart was pounding, and my adrenaline was pumping. "But I- "

"No buts," he said, cutting me off. "Be a good girl and do as you're told."

I swear I nearly came from that statement alone. God, he was so fucking hot.

I moved my hand from where it was resting on my thigh to between my legs. I slid my finger in my panties from the side. I touched my clit gently, trying not to squirm in my seat. I closed my eyes for a brief second, sighing loudly. He gave me his trademarked sly laugh, sending every hair on the back of my neck upright.

"That's my girl," he said. "Now, don't stop until you cum." Then he hung up.

I set my phone down on the table, rubbing my clit slowly. Thomas was looking at his phone now. I guess he didn't really have anything else to do while I was talking to Billy.

"I'm so sorry," I said, battling to keep my voice steady with the ever-growing pleasure I was giving myself. I cleared my throat. "So, um, weren't you telling me a story?" I asked.

"Was I?" Thomas asked, eyes still glued to his phone, swiping the screen aimlessly.

I rubbed my clit faster, attempting to keep my hand movements to a minimum. I could feel Billy's eyes on me, his penetrating stare looking right through me. I wanted to steal a glance at him to see the look on his face, but I couldn't. Engaging Thomas while I was touching myself was hard enough. Though by the way he was acting, I think he had already checked out. Guys tend to do that when you check out other guys while on a "date". Not to mention, most guys paled in comparison to Billy.

"Yeah, um, weren't you...uh, talking about a trip you took...last summer?"

"I don't remember," he replied. He started to slide out of the booth. "I'll be right back," he said, avoiding eye contact.

Oh, thank God. I was getting close, and there was no way I could contain the orgasm that was coming. "Okay," I managed to say. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

My phone rang again. I already knew who it was before I put the phone to my ear.

"You're close, aren't you?" Billy asked, softly.

"Yes," I whispered.

"I can tell. Cum for me, baby."

Hearing him say that pushed me over that shiny edge, and I came. Hard.

"Oh fuck," I gasped, as the orgasm shuddered through my body.

"Hmmm," he moaned. "That was so fucking sexy."

I couldn't talk. I was still riding the orgasm. I turned to look at him, phone still pressed to my ear. He was smiling seductively now, the heat in his eyes now a raging inferno.

He licked his luscious lips. "Ditch the loser and meet me outside."

To be continued....