First Meeting 60

As I sit nervously in the lounge waiting, my thoughts begin to wander. Would you find me attractive? Would I find you the same? The waiting is the hardest part.

I'm glad we chose this place, the booths are nice and private, the lighting dim. Perfect for a secret rendezvous.

I see you walk in, looking around, and finally spotting me. You smile and walk over. I stand and we spend a few moments taking each other in. From the looks of it, neither is disappointed. You walk to the bar to get the drinks and I sit, waiting for the flutters to stop. Don't be nervous, I tell myself, you've been talking with him forever.

You return with the drinks and sit across from me. We spend a few minutes talking about the weather, your latest work stories, anything in general. I wonder if you are as nervous as I.

You hand snakes across the table, your fingers play with mine, our eyes are locked. There is so much sexual tension in the air, I'm surprised the other patrons don't feel it.

We chat and have a few cocktails, flirting with each other, sexual innuendos flying everywhere. Finally you ask if I want to get out of there and I gladly agree. We get up to walk out and your hand moves to the small of my back. A very territorial move, I like it.

As we walk outside the electricity continues to grow between us. I want you to kiss me so badly. You must sense this, because you guide me to the side of the bar where it is dark.

Your lips move immediately to mine as you press me against the cool brick wall. Our kiss is hot and passionate, urgent tongues dance together, lips devour lips. The chance of being discovered fuels this erotic experience. Your hand moves to my breast, feeling what has only been described until now. I moan into your mouth and move into your hand. I feel your hardness press against my thigh, and I move slightly against it to excite you even more.

I try to look around, to see if it is safe, but your lips hold me in place. I fumble with your zipper and release your hard cock. I stroke it feeling the wetness as the tip. Your hand moves to my skirt, pulling it up, discovering no panties. You growl and I know you enjoy this discovery. Your fingers move immediately to my wetness, dipping in and out, rubbing my clit. We look into each others eyes and we know we both are ready.

You take your cock and guide it into my wet, waiting pussy. I cry out as you plunge into me. You take my thigh and guide it around you, allowing you better access. You drive so deeply into me. Ours hips move against each others, my hands around your back, your grabbing my ass, pulling me close.

This is so amazing, we are fucking right here in the open, someone could walk by at any time. Somehow this makes the moment even hotter!

You continue to thrust into me, fucking me... then you pull out, I whimper at the loss until you turn me around to face the wall. You bend me slightly, spread my legs and thrust back into me! I cry out, "AHHHHHHHHH!" as you fuck me, pulling me by the hips. I brace my hands against the wall and fuck you back. Our bodies colliding as we take each other with so much animal need! You are so hard, you drive so deep into me. I cry out with every thrust, feeling my body getting ready to explode. I cry out your name as I cum, "Oh god yes, baby, I am cumming!" You continue to take me hard, one hand pulling my hair to move my lips close to yours.

You growl to me, "Me too, Baby! Get ready!" I grind my ass into your hips as you pull my body completely against yours. You are buried in me when I feel your explosion and the shudder that goes through you. You fill me up with your hot juices and I hold close to you, taking all of it. You collapse against my back for a minute, catching your breath. Then we both stand up, I straighten my skirt, you zip up, and we walk innocently to the street where people are just walking out of the bar. They look at us, knowing right away what we were up to. We look at each other, giggle and walk away...