Lop Quicies

All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.

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Late December 1999

One of the really fun things I'd discovered about living in Portland are the shear number of two things: music venues and strip clubs.

Portland has, per capita, the largest number of strip clubs in the country. Seriously, look it up. It also has a great many venues, both large and small, for music. There are jazz spots, rock joints, and more than a fair few places where you can go and get your ears blown out listening to punk rock.

On this particular Friday, I'd convinced Alina, who was not the type of woman who'd go to a punk show, to actually go. No mean feat, let me tell you.

She was finished with her internship, was back in Portland, and wanted to get together. Of course I'd said yes and I certainly knew what she meant by 'get together', but I was also genuinely wanting to spend time with her.

Not because she was basically Tyra Banks with close cropped hair. And not because she was a literal professional when it came to the sexual arts. But because she was just plain fun and interesting to hang out with.

Don't get me wrong; I wanted this absolute embodiment of female perfection in my bed desperately. But I knew that would happen. What I wasn't expecting was for her to say OK to a night of riding the train to go to a dive club on the edge of town to hear too loud music for a $5 cover charge. That one surprised me.

"I don't see why you're surprised I'd come to something like this," she said as we were walking out of the club. Our ears were just getting back to a normal decibel hearing level so we weren't yelling at each other as we walked through south east Portland.

As we walked I couldn't help but stare a little (or a lot) at the woman on my arm. Her dark hazelnut complexion was perfect and blemish free. She had chosen a bright red lipstick for the evening and was wearing knee high boots over form fitting jeans, a sweater that had a ridiculously deep and revealing V in the front, and a scarf that was wrapped around her close-cropped hair with a large knot at the front, and wrapped in a short jean jacket with holes in it. She was gorgeous in every sense of the word, looking like she was from some exotic locale.

At least, if you considered her home town of New York exotic I mean.

"Because," I said, "and I put this delicately as I can... you seem way, way too high class for punks shows and crappy beer.

"And, if I'm being honest... walking. I mean, a few blocks, sure. But we hiked like a mile or more to that club and then it's another mile back. Then a train ride.

"It's just you seem to prefer the more fancy modes of transportation and nightly festivities."

As we walked, her arm locked into mine, she looked at me sideways.

"Firstly, its pretty generous calling that a club, even by punk standards. Also, did you buy a thesaurus while I was out of town," she jibbed.

"And to answer you question," she said after laughing at my expense, "while limos and crab dinners are enjoyable, I'm still the same young person you are. Mostly."

"Mostly?"

"I mean, c'mon, I am *way* hotter than you are," she said, smiling widely.

"I will freely admin that," I told her. "I'd make a terrible, not to mention ugly woman."

"I meant that I still like to have crazy, raucous fun with people my own age. Much of the time I'm either with older people in an office who don't like me for my youth and inexperience. Or with older gentlemen showing me off to other older gentlemen, who aren't interested in anything other than my youth and looks."

"I'm sorry I doubted your... youthful vigor?"

She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. Despite it being wet and cold, her lips warmed me to the core.

"When it comes to my vigor," she said, "you know I have it to spare."

Indeed, I certainly knew that.

We stopped by a 24hr cafe for a late night snack of waffles. It was much more enjoyable than the overpriced, watered down beer and stale pretzels from the show. Not to mention the company.

Still, even at 11pm at a diner, Alina drew stares from nearly everyone, men and women. She was a stunner and I looked just tragically underdone, in my baggy pants and hole riddled sweater, compared to the woman sitting across from me.

We finished our food and departed for the train station. The schedule said there was one more coming in about fifteen minutes. Not terrible; we only had to sit on a unlit bench for a quarter of an hour in a rougher part of town in the dark of night.

"You know," Alina said as we took a seat on the cold concrete bench, "if we have time, we could get a start on the real reason I wanted to see you tonight."

"Gasp," I said mockingly, holding my palm to my chest. "You mean to say my company was not enough? Now you must have my virtue as well?"

"Ha," she barked, "virtuous, my good sir, you are not. Wickedly naughty may be more appropriate."

"Fair enough," I said, sidling close to Alina on the bench. I mocked yawning an put my arm around her, pulling her slightly closer.

"Oh, that was smooth," she said deadpan, running a hand up my thigh.

I similarly moved my other hand to her firm, supple thigh. I stroked lightly back and forth until, slowly, looking her in the eyes, I moved my hand higher. Her lips were slightly parted as my hand approached her most delicate of folds, stopping finally at the top of her inner thigh.

I briefly massaged the area my hand was at, feeling the flesh beneath her jeans, as well lightly rubbing that intersection of stitching in the gusset. It was situated directly over her sex, and provide a fun button to push her with.

"This seems familiar," she said in a loud whisper, "like in the back of that limo you took me out in."

I rubbed the button harder with my index finger.

"Perhaps you'd like a repeat of that little experience," I said just as quietly.

"Tempting, but no," she said with a sly smirk. She took the hand of my arm around her neck, pulled open her jacket and deep-V sweater exposing one of her epic DD-cup breasts, and placed my palm firmly over it. I automatically squeezed that delicious orb, feeling the weight and firmness of it.

"I want a whole new experience," she said. She then, with impressive deftness, undid her jeans and spread open the top. They were the button fly kind and it went down to just above her clit. She was wearing a g-string that had a very small triangle in front and showed just a hint of a small triangle bush.

With my thumb, I rubbed around her bush before sliding down under the g-string. With the back of my thumb, I pressed against her clit, rubbing it in circles in the way I knew she liked.

"Oh," she breathed, spreading her legs a bit more, "that's nice, with your thumb nail. Firm. Reminds me of playing with a glass toy, but warmer."

"Well, let me see if I can make it nicer," I whispered in her ear.

I increased the pressure of my thumb and also started pinching the nipple of her exposed breast. Alina always got off harder when her nipples were squeezed nearly to the point of abuse. And thankfully we'd previously explored the line that made it fun without being painful.

Her breath caught in her throat as I worked both her nipple and her clit with my thumb.

"Harder," she said.

"Where?" I asked.

"Just... harder."

I pressed even more firmly with my thumb nail on her clit, using my index finger to push from the outside of her pants. I also tweaked her nipple even more, rolling it around in between my finger and thumb.

"Ohhhhhhhh, thats it," she moaned softly. "Just like that. Tight circles and pressure. That's it. Oh yes, oh, fuck me that is good," she panted as I rubbed her at speed.

"Yes... yes... fffffffffff FUUUUUCK," she called out into the night. She shuddered as the wave of her orgasm took over her quickly and powerfully. She pressed my hand more firmly against her pussy with her own hands, adding even more pressure against he clit.

Her breathing was quick and shallow, and her eyes, barely visible in the darkened station, were closed. Her smile, though, could be seen from a mile away.

Opening her eyes to look at me, the dreamy look in them told me that it was good for her.

Good was fine; she was happy with good. But I wanted great.

I slid my thumb out of her pants and quickly slid down my index and middle finger under her g-string, grazing her clit as I went.

"Oh, oh what..." she said in surprise.

I inserted my fingers inside of her hot, wet, silken pussy. The heat from it was intense and erotic, and her previous orgasm let me slip in easily. Since I knew where I was going, it was quick work to get a good angle and hook my fingers up, finding her g-spot quickly.

"Oh, fuck Paul, fuck, fuck, ooooooh," Alina panted again.

I massaged her spot quickly with firm strokes, working my fingers in the 'come hither' motion. She was primed already from the first cum, so this one was set to be hard and fast. She looked into my eyes the entire time I worked my fingers inside her. It was totally hot to see the excitement on her face of being used so publicly. Her free hand went to her other breast, still covered, and started grabbing at her nipple through the fabric.

After less than a minute of intense finger fucking, Alina was ready again. She didn't call out, was barely even breathing. But she stared at me with such intensity that I knew it was going to be big.

She let go of her nipple and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me into a kiss. Just as our lips met, her orgasm peaked, squeezing my fingers in a powerful waves. She called out, moaning into my mouth as she rode out her pleasure, out tongues occasionally playing in each others mouths. Feeling her cum, tasting her moans, got my own excitement going quickly. We kissed for a few moments, enjoying the feeling.

After a minute or so, she recovered and I withdrew my hand. I delicately replaced the shirt over her breast, grazing a nipple as I did. It sent a minor quiver through Alinas body.

We heard the train horn a ways off, so Alina recovered and buttoned her pants back up. My arm was still around her, and she grabbed my hand in hers. We kissed again, enjoying the warmth of our lips against each other.

"I forgot you like to do the follow up attack," she said.

"You seem to enjoy it. And honestly, so do I," I said, kissing her again.

"Well, I owe you for that one," she said in a mock serious tone. "Fingering a poor woman in a darkened station; you cad. You brute."

"You liked it," I said.

"You bet your sweet cock I liked it," she confirmed.

The train arrived and we took a set at the end, where it was more of a bench than pairs of seats. There were also angled windows that reflected us. We were alone in the car, and that gave Alina an idea.

Sitting against one side, I was turned part way in the seat. Alina, sliding over and then laying down, put her head against one leg and started exploring with her hands. She made her way along my thigh and, to my delight, over my increasingly tight crotch. She moved her hand over the bulge, feeling it, squeezing, and generally playing with me. Since it was a little obvious what she wanted, I reached up and undid the button and unzipped my pants. They were thankfully baggy and allowed her to reach in, pull down the front of my boxers, and withdraw my long, thick, and now very ridged cock.

"Oh, I see. Fingering my poor little pussy got you excited," she said, grasping the base with her hand. She gave it a wiggle for emphasis.

"Of course it did," I said. "And you pussy it anything but poor."

She stroked my length a little, running her fingers over the head. It stood taller than her head as she laid there, and her eyes moved up and down the length.

"You know," I said as the train sped along the tracks, "this also seems familiar. And also from the back of the limo."

"True," she said, squeezing my cock as she slowly stroked it. "But there is one major difference."

"What's that?"

"In the limo I just played with your cock. This time, I'm going to suck it until you cum."

In a smooth motion, Alina leaned up and pointed my cock at her mouth and slid it effortlessly down her throat. She inhaled my cock at least half way, holding it there for a few moments.

"Fuck," I called out to the empty car. She withdrew upwards and then sank her face back down over me, going even deeper this time. The feeling of her mouth and throat were indescribable, even today, and I could hardly breathe for how amazing it felt. Seeing her lips stretched around my girth never failed to get me excited, especially because she was wanting to blow me.

Once sufficiently lubed up, Alina started taking slow bobs along my length, stroking my cock in time with her movements. She expertly squeezed my shaft, circling her tongue around the head and underside, getting me closer in steps and then keeping me there.

She kept this up for a few minutes until the train stopped at a station. The doors opened and a woman stepped aboard making her way towards us. Alina pulled off and made like she was just putting her head in my lap. Her face was laying across my dick, which throbbed with my heartbeat, causing her head to move slightly.

The woman, a young looking redhead with a pretty face, turned her back to us and took a seat a couple rows ahead but still not more than five feet away. She took out a book and started reading. The train started moving again.

Alina, looking at me, still had a smirk on her face. I gave her a questioning look but she must have missed it since she once again leaned up and inhaled my cock nearly down to the base.

It was all I could do to not call out again. As it was I bit my lip to keep quiet. The woman continued reading her book.

Alina resumed her blowjob, adjusting herself to lay on her side. From her position she could also see, and be seen by, the other train passenger. The train was loud enough to cover most of the sounds of Alinas mouth working my pole, but not all of them.

After a few minutes, the woman looked out the window at the passing landscape. She was about to resume her reading when she did a double take and looked again. Only it wasn't the landscape she was seeing, but the reflection of us in the window.

As Alina continued taking long, slow strokes with her mouth, the woman was pointedly looking at her book. However, she wasn't turning a page or moving her head. A few times, I saw her turn her head slightly to confirm what she was seeing. Each time she spied us she quickly went back to looking at her book.

At one glance, she held it just a little too long. Alina, working her tongue over the head, stared at the woman, and winked at her. The woman, knowing she got caught, looked away again quickly.

The trains recorded announcement said that our stop was next, arriving in a few minutes.

"Oh, we should hurry up then," Alina said loud enough for the woman to hear.

Fully committing her efforts, Alina started taking long strokes along my cock, taking in my significant length fully each time. I couldn't help but hiss at her amazing skills, the warmth of her mouth, and the wetness of her lips. The fact this was done in public, with an audience no less, added to the excitement.

The woman, deciding to give up all pretense, was now staring at us openly. Or rather, staring at Alina as she quickly took my girth between her lips with speed and skill. I saw her look at the woman as she worked my cock, smiling despite her mouth being full of my manhood.

Feeling my orgasm build, I tapped Alinas shoulder, trying to let her know I was close. She kept up her pace, squeezing me even harder.

"Oh fuck, fuck, yeesssssss," I moaned through gritted teeth. I felt the first spasm hit and my hips thrust up into Alina's mouth.

She pulled off, laid her head against my torso, and pointed the head towards her wide open mouth. I felt her tongue work over the head as another shot burst out, filling her mouth more. She stroked me firmly as each spasm fired another large rope between her lips, coating her tongue, with some getting onto her lips.

The woman, still staring at the action, had her mouth slightly open as she watched Alina take it all. Her book was closed in her lap, and her hand was nestled between her legs. My guess was that she was enjoying the show, but I was too focused on Alina to notice much more.

Looking back at Alina, she put her mouth over the head, sucking gently as the last spurts of cum erupted out of my pulsing cock. I felt her lips close as she swallowed the load in a single loud gulp. Swiping her tongue over the head a couple more times, she gave it a gentle kiss and sat back up straight.

I pulled myself together and tucked my diminishing hard-on back into my pants. The woman, staring at the both of us, signaled to Alina, pointing a finger at her own cheek. Alina, swiping a drop of pearl white cum from her dark cheek, licked it off of her finger.

"Thank you," she said to the woman. The woman smiled awkwardly, casting her eyes around, not knowing really what to do now that the action is over.

"I've heard good things about that author," Alina said pointing at the womans' book, "how are you liking the book?"

The woman, still with an awkward look, said "It's ok. I don't really know any other of their works. But it was recommended for my economics classes."

"I'll have to check it out," Alina said, smiling pleasently at the woman.

Our stop in northwest Portland came up, and it was time to depart. As we left, Alina handed her card to the woman.

"I have a great many economics books you may like," she said. "Text books are expensive and I'm not using mine anymore. Please, give me a call and we can discuss if you want them or not. Have a nice night."

"You, uh, too," the woman said, blushing a deep pink at the interaction. Im pretty sure she was having a tough time reconciling what the hell just happened in front of her. And honestly, if this stuff didn't happen to me fairly regularly, I'd be questioning my sanity too.

We started walking towards my house, Alina again taking my arm as we strode through downtown.

"So," I said after a few blocks. "That was definitely new. And fun. Although, that poor woman seemed a little put off."

"I think she dug it," Alina commented. "Besides, sometimes its hot to be watched so... deliberately."

"Well, if you like deliberate," I said, "we should call my neighbor. I'm sure she'll appreciate not having to peek through my front window."

"Maybe she likes it that way," Alina offered. "Voyeurism is fascinating and alluring. Sometimes I'm curious what it would be like to watch you satisfy another woman from afar. I know I get a little turned on when you're satisfying me and she's... peeking."

"In that case," I said, picking up our pace. Alina kept up easily, "To my house, toot sweet!"

"Oh honey," she said, "throw away whatever thesaurus you've been reading. That was hard to listen to."

"Sorry", I said. "To my house, to fuck!"

"There ya go," Alina said, chuckling.