Chances

The bar was crowded; she leaned forward onto her elbows and slowly stirred her drink. The decision to come out, which had seemed so good at the time, was no longer what she wanted to do. She decided to finish her drink and head home. Just then, someone bumped her arm, spilling some of her drink. She turned to look at the person, ready to tell them off. He was staring at her, but instead of offending, his gaze felt so natural, as if she’d looked at his face and into his eyes, many times before.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “Let me get you another drink.” She shook her head.

“No, it’s fine, really. I was going to go home soon anyway.” She went back to stirring her drink and looking around at the people. Feeling his eyes still on her, she turned back to him. He blushed slightly and she realized that he had been checking her out when she wasn’t looking. A slow song started to play, and the dance floor filled with couples. Looking directly into his eyes she asked him if he wanted to dance. He nodded and took her hand, leading her to the edge of the platform. At first they were a bit awkward, but as the song progressed, she slid closer into his arms, resting her head on his chest. His hands slowly slid down her shoulders….stopping at the small of her back. Feeling her press her hips into his, he slid his hands down more, resting them on her ass. They didn’t talk, just felt each other’s breath rising and falling. Her hands played with the hair at the base of his neck, running it softly through her fingers. When the song ended they went back over to the bar. They sat half facing each other and sipped from their drinks. He reached over and placed his hand gently on her knee. He noticed when she was sitting that her skirt was high on her thighs. He let his hand move upwards….slightly brushing the hem of her skirt. She smiled at him.

“Feel like getting out of here?” she asked him. He noticed the suggestive look in her eye, and couldn’t help but wonder exactly what she had in mind.

“Sure, where do you want to go?” She shrugged, crossing her legs, so that his hand couldn’t help but slide up further.

“Not sure yet, but definitely somewhere quieter.” He helped her off the stool and took her hand as they left the bar.

He couldn’t help but notice, that as the cool night air hit her, her nipples hardened under her shirt. She told him she felt like walking for a while. As they walked down the street their hands wandered over each other’s bodies….groping and rubbing. They wandered until they got to an alley, and she pulled his hand, leading him about halfway down the alley. She stopped by the wall to an old building….and reached up and kissed him. Gently at first, then slipping her tongue into his mouth, feeling his touch hers as well. At this contact their hands became wild, roaming each other’s bodies. His hand slid down her chest, feeling her push her breasts into his hand. He lightly rolled her nipple between his fingers, and heard her gasp in excitement. He ran his other hand down her side, over her hip, and then up under her skirt. She giggled at his surprise when he realized she was wearing nothing underneath…and that she was already wet. He slowly slid a finger into her wetness, brushing across her clit. She gasped again, and then moaned, pressing closer to him. Her hands sliding down, cupping him gently. Loving how hard he was. She unzipped his pants, and un did the button on his boxers, releasing his cock from his pants. He pulled up her skirt, and pinned her hands above her head. Then in one smooth motion…slid into her. He moved in and out of her, slowly at first, then moving faster. Both of them so turned on, instinctively knowing that neither was far from cumming. He continued to slam into her; she bit into his shoulder to keep from crying out too loudly and drawing attention. They climaxed together, he let go of her hands and she clung to him. Their bodies rocking with orgasm. They rested against each other, letting their breathing settle. Afterwards, they straightened clothing, and headed back to the sidewalk. He walked her to her car. She kissed him gently goodnight. They both hovered on asking more about each other, but they had also both noticed each other wore wedding rings. It would be a night to remember, and look back on, but unless there was another chance encounter. This would be a part of their lives they would never regret, and both would most likely fantasize about over and over again.