Chance Meeting 40

Chance Meeting

"What a waste of a Saturday night." I practically growl to my dark and empty house. My first date in over a decade, and it was downright shitty. I can practically hear my ex-husband laughing at my turn of events.

I knew this guy wasn't going to be a love match, but I was at least hoping for a good time. Who am I kidding? I was hoping for a good lay. It's been close to a year for me and the last time was with a distant husband who was ready to leave anyway, so it hadn't been something to write home about. This new guy tonight had gone from okay to tolerable to 'if I don't get the fuck out of here in the next thirty seconds I'm going to lose my fucking mind' in about the first hour of meeting him.

I had gotten out of there as politely as I could possibly manage without bald faced lying to the guy. Of course a couple of not-so-friendly names were thrown in my direction, but at least I don't have to choke down one more obvious made up story of how amazing he is at everything.

I take off the new dress that somehow feels tainted now and exchange it for some black shorts and a tank-top. The clock is telling me that its pathetically early to call it a night. So I decide to drink my troubles away for a bit. I decide that is probably slightly less pathetic. Putting on some sandals and getting the keys to my car I make my way to one of the drinking holes downtown.

Being a small town we have about seven churches and three bars to pick from. One restaurant that isn't Bob Evans and a Walmart. Those are our sources of entertainment. I make my way to my favorite bar. It's tailored more towards people having a beer and less towards people getting drunk; plus they typically have live music on Saturdays so I can at least pretend that was the reason for my going there tonight.

The bar is pretty full of people. Laughter and loud music fill the air and I'm immediately at ease. I've always liked the feel of this place. I walk straight up to the bar and order a drink just hoping to salvage a bit of my evening. The bartender is friendly enough, but his attention is on a pack of 20 somethings who are bar hopping on a party bus and wrapped in pink with tiny penis necklaces draped all over them. Bachelorette party: the perfect cover for a woman trying to not be noticed. They are certainly where most eyes are drawn currently and I can't help myself as well.

One of the girls has found her way on stage and is singing off tune with the lead of the band. Her dress is just a touch too short for the dance she's performing and she's making quite the fool of herself, but all in good fun. I've been there before. Can't say I'm judging and I can't say I'm jealous. Two more of the pink company have sauntered up to the bar laughing too loudly and asking for blowjob shots. The bartender plays their game and flirts along with them while he prepares a tray of the ridiculous drink, and a few more innocent patrons look their way to watch the situation unfold. I laugh to myself at the scene and enjoy my drink from my hidden little corner.

A tap on the shoulder has me turn to the left. Seeing no one there I turn to my right and a familiar face smiles back. "Ben! Oh my gosh how are you?!" Leaves my mouth at the sight of my old friend. We worked together for years and had become that one friend at work that you lean on when you just want to scream at your boss or finally tell off his annoying ass secretary. Ben always made me laugh, and we bonded over a lot over the course of about six years. He had found himself a new job five years ago, and we had slowly dwindled our relationship down to a 'Happy Birthday!' text exchange over the years.

"Hey, Anne! Damn it's been a while." is given back to me along with that smile that had haunted my fantasies a time or two. He was always good-looking to me. Tall, dark hair, light eyes, and a dimple in his cheek when he smiled that was absolutely devastating. He had been married when we first started working together and I was engaged, so we had never become romantic. We would flirt, but nothing over-the-top. I just enjoyed his friendship. I always had the impression he enjoyed mine as well.

"I thought you moved onto bigger and better things." I said to him trying to poke around without just coming out and asking why the hell he was here. He gave that not-real smile people give when they try to laugh away bad things in their lives.

"Well I had moved, but after the divorce I wanted to get back to my roots. I've been back in town for a couple of months. You still at-" A loud crash of glass hitting the floor disrupted the merriment of the bar. One of the pretty-in-pinks starts to profusely apologize to the bartender for dropping her blowjob shot to the ground. The tolerance of their drunkenness is starting to wear thin on the people around them. The band must have picked up the tone too because their playing was suddenly a lot louder.

Ben grabs my attention again and starts saying something, but I can't make it out with all of the extra noise. When I yell, "What?" for the third time he just smiles and grabs my drink. He nods his head to the side gesturing me to follow him. We walk to the back of the bar where a door leads to the porch outside. The warm night air feels good out here and the loud music is muffled so we can hear each other better. He turns to me once we reach a table outside and hands me my drink.

We catch up quickly. Our old relationship status easily coming back into play with remembered inside jokes and memories. I forgot how comfortable I was with him, and how much he made me laugh. He buys me a couple more drinks and we spend the next hour getting re-acquainted.

A while later, some man I don't know steps out onto the patio and I hear, "Ben! Where the hell have you been? We all thought you left like an hour ago!" Ben looks up at the guy and gives an apologetic smile.

The forgotten friend gives me a once over and apparently I make his immediate 'worth it' list. Ben notices, and retorts with, "Sorry, I got distracted. I'll catch up with you guys later." The newcomer practically giggles as he heads back into the bar.

Just before we are completely alone an obnoxious, "Have Fun!" is yelled at us from inside the bar. I'm momentarily embarrassed over the accusatory stare and statement. I can feel a blush coming to my face.

Ben breaks the tension, "Sorry about him. He's kind of an idiot." serves as the apology. I decide right there and then that I don't give a shit what anyone thinks. I ran into someone I've missed and want to spend the evening with, and I'm going to make sure he knows it. This guy just happens to be someone I've been attracted to for years, and who is recently single.

My first move is to lightly put my hand on his forearm and stroke down to his finger tips. My fingers pet against his slightly to let him know the move was very intentional. My mouth forms into a wicked little half smile and says, "I wouldn't mind some more fun." A brief look of shock is quickly followed by a look of 'message received', and he grabs my hand to lead me back through the bar without another word.

Ben makes quick work of paying off our tabs, and walks me out past the parking lot. I stop short to say where my car is and he laughs back, "I was thinking we could just walk to my place." He had told me earlier that he was in a house just outside of downtown and walked here often as of late. When he takes me by the hand again every butterfly in my stomach that I thought died long ago starts fluttering.

The walk to his house is short and comfortably silent. Before long we come upon a two story a couple blocks from the bar. The inside is dimly lit, but it's enough to show me around without falling all over the place. He has a sophisticated style. I had almost been expecting the shitty apartments and dorms that I had experienced the last times I had hooked up with guys. That was a lifetime ago. A lifetime ago since I had sex with anyone that wasn't my ex. It's been so long since I've done this with someone new that suddenly I'm a little intimidated by what's about to happen.

True to form, Ben brings me back to comfort so effortlessly. His hands move to my waist and bring me closer to him. I bend my head back to look up into his eyes and a desperate stare meets my gaze. "You sure you want to do this?" I can tell by his voice that he wants to make me feel at ease, but also really wants me to say yes. Instead of answering him, I lift myself up on my toes and my mouth meets his. Every fantasy I ever had comes crashing back and my hand tangles into his shirt to grab a fistful and pull him closer. My other hand grasps behind his neck and into his hair. His grip on my waist tightens and the kiss deepens.

He starts to lead me backwards into the next room and before I know it a soft material hits my backside. The suddenness of it has me break the kiss, and he trails small kisses down my jawline and onto my neck. My hands are both holding onto him around his neck as he bends me backwards at an angle making in necessary for me to hang on. His kisses turn into licks and nips as he reaches the joint of my neck and shoulder. He trails down to my collarbone and I start moaning.

I can feel his hands fall from my waist down to my ass and a soft pinch has me squeal into the night at it's shock. A playful laugh bubbles out of him and he pulls me back upright so I can see that devilish grin. "I can't tell you how long I've wanted to grab your ass." is the first of many secrets divulged this night.

I smile back at him and quip with, "I caught you looking a time or two." It's a complete lie. If he ever looked, I certainly never saw, but I'm on board with the flirtatious game.

"Please. Like you weren't taking every opportunity you could to bend over in front of me and show me what I was missing." he teases. I play dramatic outrage at such an accusation and playfully hit him in the arm, but we both know it's all a show.

We had played our parts in the flirting years ago and, admittedly, maybe went over the line a few times. It had never led to anything more than looking. We never even admitted our attractions out loud to each other until this moment. Those butterflies start up again at the realization.

He leads me to the other side of the couch. We sit down and he wastes no time. His lips are on mine and his hand finds my leg. Really happy I opted for shorts and not jeans. His hand against my thigh is the most electrifying touch I have felt in so long it could easily be my undoing. I lean into his kiss and his expert tongue finds mine shortly after. The demand of his kiss has him leaning me back now, lower and lower until my back is flat against the soft couch and he is laying on top of me. My hands tangle in his hair, and I hook my leg up and across his back. The move elicits a responsive moan from him and his hand finds its way to stroke my face with the backs of his fingers. They start to trail softly down the column of my neck until his palm turns to travel down my chest and over my breast. It's my turn to moan now as he massages and kneads away. I break the kiss again, but this time is due to my panting with anticipation. Another soft moan breaks free of my lips, and his cocky face looks up at me, "Have you ever thought about me doing this to you before? Maybe when you were alone in your bed?".

I laugh a little and admit, "I've thought about you doing a lot more than this to me." Another wicked grin and a nip on my earlobe are my reward and I find that I'm grinding myself up onto him.

He peels my leg off of himself enough to sit back on his legs and pull off his shirt. His stomach and chest do not disappoint. I have never liked a clean-shaven man, and Ben is most certainly not one. His muscular chest is covered in soft curly hair and all I want to do now is run my fingers through it. I knew he worked out, but I didn't realize he looked this good. Maybe this is new since the divorce. Without thinking I lean up and kiss his stomach. My kisses are soft and quick, and travel all over his torso. Wanting an even playing field I lift my tank top off of me in seconds to reveal my silk, blue bra underneath. Grabbing hold of his biceps I lean back down and bring him with me, kissing him again. I can feel his skin touching my skin and the butterflies turn into tiny bolts of electricity.

His kisses trail down my neck and onto my collarbone making me shiver this time. Then he dips his chin down and licks me all the way down the valley of my breasts. The movement sends a wave of electric current straight to my core and my clit. I can feel myself getting wet. My body is coming undone and I start to wriggle beneath him. The movement draws his attention back up to my face. Palming my breasts and massaging with more force this time he whispers, "I've thought about what these look like a hundred times too." More kisses and licks and nips are scattered across my breasts and stomach as his hand slips underneath my bra and starts to tease my nipple. My toes start to curl and I can't help but whimper.

When his hand leaves my bra he trails it quickly down my side, slightly tickling me and causing my body to jolt. Lower and lower his hand makes its way, leaving a trail of fire in it's wake. He is dangerously close to the place that needs touched more now than anywhere else. As he nears the top of my shorts, his hand finds my waistband and rests itself between pants and panties, as if testing the waters while rounding second base. His mouth quickly works its way back up my body. When his mouth reaches my jawline he nibbles at me and whispers, "I want to know how wet I make you."

The absolute brazenness of the comment from the guy I never crossed that line with has a new wave of pleasure invade my core causing the wetness in my panties to reach a new level. My breath hitches and he starts to kiss me again. Deep and passionate kissing that has our tongues dancing together and causing moaning from both sides. His hand slides further down and I can feel the blunt tips of his fingers on my pussy lips through my panties. The softness of the silk combined with the wetness that is soaking them has him half moan and half growl, which, in turn has my legs circling him again and pulling him closer to my body. I can feel something hidden poking at my inner thigh through his jeans and my back arches as it tries to get myself lined up correctly. A small laugh escapes him at that move and he tells me to be patient. "I want to enjoy all of you the way I have thought about so many times before." I blush at his confession. I love knowing that I had that effect on him because he most certainly did on me as well.

I nudge him off of me, and the surprised look of slight disappointment in his eyes is enough to spur me to my next move. I stand off the couch, leaving him sitting alone with an impressive bulge in his pants. Before he can ask what the problem is, I make a show of turning to face him and smiling. Then I start to slowly peel away my black shorts, and kick off my sandals. He gets the message immediately and sits back on the couch to watch my little strip tease. The smile on his face is all smug man who knows he's about to see a naked woman. I wish there was some music or something, but I think I still have just enough of a buzz that this isn't so awkward to do in the softly lit, quiet house.

Standing in my bra and panties I spin on my heel and put my back to him. I slowly unclasp my bra and teasingly look back over my shoulder as I slide one strap down my arm, and then the other. I take the bra in one hand and dangle it in the air a bit before dropping it to the floor. Knowing that he can't see what he wants to see so badly, has me giddy. When I look back at him again his stare is serious and intense. I gain even more confidence then, and I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. As I start to slide down the waistband I bend at the waist slightly. I bend lower and lower, all the while taking the panties down with me. At this point I know my pussy is completely exposed and on display for him, nestled between my round ass cheeks. Once I step out of my panties, I straighten back up quickly and look over my shoulder again. His jeans somehow unzipped during all of that and his cock is still under his boxers, but he is rubbing it again and again staring at me with just as much intensity as before. When his eyes snap up and meet mine I can see his desire, and I know he can see mine.

I turn slowly and watch his face as he takes me in. His mouth opens just enough to lick his lips at the sight of me from the front. I love how much his reaction to me turns me on. When his eyes meet mine this time, I waste no time in making my way to him. I reach one hand out and balance myself on his shoulders while I straddle his lap. My wet center is rubbing against his boxers, but I can still feel the hard heat underneath of me. I lean down and kiss him sweetly before I straighten up and give him full access to my breasts. My arms around his neck keeping me balanced as he takes advantage of his current position.

Both of his large, callused hands come up and caress my soft, supple skin. His face finds his way to my left breast and starts to kiss making his way to my taut nipple that is desperately in need of something more. His hand starts to squeeze lightly as he makes me wait for those sensual lips. Every kiss is starting to send out small whimpers from me; I need more! His kisses stop and I feel a tongue flick my nipple and the sensation is so unexpected that I squeal and jump a little on his lap. Another laugh comes from him and I am completely under his control now.

His movements become quicker. Both of his hands are kneading at my chest while his tongue and teeth are descending on my overly sensitive nipples one at a time. All the while I am grinding my wet pussy all over his length seeking out some kind of friction. His attention to my nipples is expert and his hands move down to my waist. I'm grinding hard, but he pulls me down onto him harder to make sure my movements don't stop. My pleasure is building in a way that has my eyes closing and my fingers digging slightly into his back for purchase.

Just as my pleasure starts to build to a place of no return, he stops. His hands guide me up off of him so he can get rid of his jeans and underwear in one swift move. Once again, I am not disappointed. Standing at full attention is something I thought about so many times before! His hard length is waiting for me and I want to take full advantage. Wasting no time I walk to him and gently grab his big cock with my small hand. I stroke it gently a couple of times before I rest at the top and let my thumb smear the precum all over his tip. I want to put my mouth on it, but have grown impatient. I need this man inside of me! His eyes find mine again and we are back on the same page. My hands find his shoulders and he guides me back on top of him. I lower myself slowly and the tip of him finds my wet pussy easily. He takes himself in his hand then and runs the tip of his dick the length of my swollen pussy, covering himself in my wet. When I go to lower myself he keeps his hand wrapped around his cock to prevent me from taking him all at once. Only the head of his dick is inside of me, but I need more.

My body starts to bounce slightly on him to try and take more inside, but he is still holding his barrier hand between us. After a few seconds I get frustrated and start to whine and whimper. He actually chuckles! When I look down at him all haughty and ready to fight his eyes look at me with an intensity that sets me on fire. "Tell me how much you want it." reaches my ears.

My need is starting to overwhelm me making it hard to find the words. I decide with a simple, "I want you, Ben. I need you." A slight smile provokes that dimple to appear and I am melting.