Discovery

*** Authors Note: Any similarity to real persons or places described within this story is probably not an accident, although I've made the effort not to expose anybody too much. The story circulates around a girl I met once, who told me some of her story. I will always regret not having spent more time with her. Enjoy & please leave your comments, good or bad! ***

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"Earth to Samantha. Come in Sammy!" My eyes flickered open to Kelly's bright blue eyes staring down at me, framed by her shock of black morning hair. I could hear my phone alarm going from somewhere down on the floor and I suddenly felt strangely uncomfortable.

"It's aliiiiiive. Girl you look like you've just ridden a dildo saddle all the way to Perth and back and this room smells like a bedsit I shared in Brixton once. And we are going to be late for classes!"

I lifted my head and realised I was still half naked with my pants around my feet and my shirt and bra pushed up over one boob. I brought my hand up to rub my eyes and caught a powerful whiff of Sam on heat. I rolled over pulling a bed sheet with me just as Kelly flung the curtains open and thrust open the double doors which opened onto the shared bedroom balcony, flooding the room with light and fresh air.

"I won't bother to ask what got into you last night. A pair of brooding 'instant magic orgasm stranger eyes' is my best guess! Come on then, up and at em. We've got to be on the train in 20 minutes or we are going to be late for Doctor Bob." She paused then looking at me until I she realised I was watching her and hurriedly scampered out of the room. I suddenly got a feeling I'd never picked up from Kelly before. She's seen me naked like a thousand times, but somehow the way she was just looking at me felt different. Was she checking me out?

I mentally threw that thought away and groaned inwardly as I rewound our conversation to Dr Bob. He was one of our economics subjects' lecturers and was a grade A bastard. Turning up late to one of his lectures was never a pretty sight.

In the end, Dr Bob didn't happen, at least not today. I found myself in the library after chickening out on the whole arriving late scene, though it didn't faze Kelly one bit. I swear she could hold off a frontal assault on Gibraltar with a flash of her eyes. Even Dr Bob would welter against that particular force of nature.

I found myself wandering from lecture to lecture through the day. I didn't see Kelly again, though that was not surprising given her 2nd major was sociology against my IT. She wanted to work with people. I wanted to work with anything that wasn't a person, basically. We shared only our core business subjects mostly.

5 pm found me back on the train to St Leonards and a rare week night off work and (theoretically) into the books. I spent about 2 hours going over the course notes of what I didn't see in Dr Bob's lecture, mostly how neo-liberalism is like, sooo... 20th century economics, before my mind started to fade. Kelly wouldn't be home till late tonight. She and I shared a split Sunday to Thursday night at our pub, so depending on the other girls' rosters and any events, we might be working together for 2 or 3 nights a week. We almost always ran our day from uni straight to pub when we were on shift. On the shift night there just wasn't much reason to go home when the only difference was a change into the pub shirt at work. Invariably we just wore black leggings or skirts to uni when we were rostered. Thank god for the ease of female mix n match. If we'd worked for any of the fancier local restaurants or such, it might not have been so simple!

I found myself wandering the flat for a while. A quick bite to eat. A pinch of one of Kelly's half smoked cigarettes on the balcony. For some reason I found myself looking into Kelly's wardrobe at one point. My eyes picked out a yellow sundress that for some reason jumped out at me. After a few minutes of staring at it, the familiarity came to me. It was the very same dress I had draped around my hips in a public restaurant in my sex charged vision last night. And almost the same dress that the bra-less woman bounced across the road in last night whilst I was sitting with Conor.

Something in between a strong feeling of deja-vu and a very weak orgasm washed over me as I watched one hand reach out to caress a loose strap of the hanging dress. My soul took over and I stepped into the cupboard.

5 minutes later I was revisiting that vision of me in the dress, this time very much real in front of Kelly's mirror. I wanted nothing more than to throw myself back on her bed and thrust several fingers into my pussy. Instead, I calmly reached under the dress and removed my bra and panties. My brain was screaming at me "don't you dare" but my body methodically collected my keys and looped my handbag over my shoulder before heading out the front door and down the street towards Halligans.

Before I knew it I was standing on the corner across from our pub. My nipples were hard as nails and I could feel moisture sliding between my pussy lips as I stepped back and forth on the curb, waiting for the little green walking man. I managed to steel myself not to look up at the balcony of the pub. Was he watching? Was he making a story about me right now? Did his story have me with my yellow dress around my hips in a crowded restaurant, my pink inner lips on public display, whilst he watched me with those brooding hooded eyes, as one shoulder strap slid down an arm exposing a breast to all around us?

I sauntered into the pub and up the stairs with as must bravo as I could muster and connected with Kelly's eyes across the bar. "A pint Kelly. No questions!"

She looked at me almost pitifully as she poured. "I hope you're not here to have another go at Conor are you? You know Davo will string you up if he sees you drinking in here on a night off!" Davo's rules were half the reason of the Conor mystery. Conor had a running tab which he paid off every week or so and none of the girls were allowed near his bill. None of us had ever seen ID or a credit card from him. None of us had seen a license with his address or a credit card with his last name. Davo was a great boss - when you were working. But he also had a very strict rule that staff were not allowed in any of his pubs when not on shift. It suddenly came to me that I was putting both Kelly and myself at risk by even being here.

"Davo's popped up to the Tavern for the night, so don't stress. Megs is on shift." I relaxed a little bit. Meghan was like our mother figure at the pub. She looked like an angry Sigourney Weaver, but treated us like her own girls. She must have been out in the kitchen to have missed me on the way in. Unlike last night, tonight was heaving with half-drunk businessmen doing their thing.

Kelly dropped a pint of ale in front of me and took my card, giving me a look while she swiped it. "You'd better not hang around too long. Even Megs won't be happy if she sees you here."

"Don't worry, I'll keep it to one pint whatever happens out there." Kelly winked and moved on to the next thirsty partron. I picked up my pint and with a big breath and a mental cross of fingers, made my way out to the balcony.

And here he was. "Hi Conor."

He turned towards me from whatever on the street was keeping his attention and I saw his face drop his guard instantly as he took in what I was wearing. After a moment his eyes moved back up to connect with mine. "Sam, what are you doing here? I thought you guys weren't allowed to drink in here off shift?"

My instant thought was "How did he know I wasn't working tonight?" before my more cognisant response took a hold.

"I wanted to talk to you some more. I think I might have upset you last night and I didn't want to leave it at that. Plus, I wanted to know your opinion on something." That came out in a bit of a rush and more of a statement than a question.

"It wouldn't have anything to do with a certain woman who wore a sundress on a certain date would it?"

"Nah. More about what a certain woman who wasn't wearing something on a certain date." I felt the instant blush as I rushed out the words. I felt the heat rush up from my chest to my face and hoped he hadn't noticed. Then I realised his eyes were already fixed on my thighs and slowly working their way up to my chest, like he was trying to work out whether or not I was wearing underwear. Standing as I was a metre or so away with my pint held in front of me, he probably wouldn't have been able to tell either way.

"Prove it." Two words that both excited and scared the shit out of me as his eyes reconnected with mine.

I stepped in close to him and manoeuvred myself so my back was facing the length of the balcony and hopefully only Conor would be able to see me from the front. I placed my pint down on the railing bench in front of him. Before I let myself think about it too much, I undid the two top buttons on the sundress and dropped the shoulder strap off my left shoulder. I instantly felt the cool evening air touch my left nipple as by breast was uncovered from the soft material of the dress.

I looked down and watched as my right hand reached out to clutch at his left wrist and pull it towards my left thigh. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but it almost felt like I was on autopilot as I guided his hand up the inside of my thigh until I knew his fingers would be brushing soft hair and wet skin. I felt his hand turn and his middle finger slide between my labia before curling slightly and probing at my wet hole.

Then just as suddenly his hand snatched away and the moment was broken. I look back up into his eyes, suddenly aghast at what I had just done, but the look on his face was something I had never seen before on Conor's face. Pure lust.

He picked up his pint and dropped the last couple of inches of beer in one swallow, then looked back at me. At first I thought he was going to just storm out again like he had done last night. Then: "Do you want to see where I live?"

I didn't think twice before gasping out my answer. "God, yes!"

He smiled then and reached up to slide my shoulder strap back up onto my shoulder, at least covering my nipple back up if not completely restoring my modesty. Then he stood up and grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. I kept my eyes locked on his back as we quickly made our way through the top bar, down the stairs and out onto the street, where he raised his hand to a cab that was doing a slow drive by the pub, no doubt looking for a fare.

The cab ride seemed to last seconds though it must have been about 10 minutes at least down Greenwich Rd towards Sydney Harbour and I found myself standing next to Conor on the footpath staring up at a 3 story sandstone house fronted by a low 3 foot wooden picket fence. I gaped a bit when I realised that this place would be worth millions. Holy shit! Who knew?

"Sam, would you like a drink maybe?" I turned to look up at him. I realised for the first time how tall he was. His hair was softly waving in the light breeze and the shadows of early evening somewhat cloaked his eyes.

"No."

"Do you want to see where I sleep?"

"Yes."

He just took my hand again and led me through the front gate, pushed open the front door and straight up 2 flights of stairs to a landing that led straight into a bedroom. Then he turned to me and stepped in close before leaning down to kiss me. I knew I had no control at all at that moment. I felt my insides turn to mush as our tongues connected and his hands wandered down my back to settle on my butt. I was moaning into his mouth and felt my hands start to wander down his chest before he suddenly spun me around and lightly pushed me back towards the large bed that commanded the centre of the room.

I lost my balance and felt myself falling backwards onto the soft covers, making no attempt to control my landing or the placement of my dress. I watched his eyes as they moved from mine down over my breasts and belly to my thighs. I could feel the cool air against the top of my thighs and I knew suddenly that he could see everything I had kept hidden from men for so long, where the dress had fallen up around my thighs.

I knew he could see my light coral coloured outer lips and probably the sheen of my pussy juice that I could feel leaking madly out of me now. He could see the barely trimmed red hair covering my pubic mound and I suddenly felt myself wondering did he prefer girls who were bare? Or just kept a landing strip maybe?

Then just as I felt myself starting to redden and my fingers moved to the bottom of my dress to cover up, he knelt down at the edge of the bed and started to kiss my thighs, working his way up from my knees. I let my head fall back onto the bed then and moved my thighs wider apart as I realised what was coming. The first time I'd let a guy find out what I taste like...and then, Wow! His tongue slowly drew a line from the bottom of my cunt to top. I almost giggled when I thought the "C word", something you'd never hear me say, but somehow it just fit the moment. "He's eating my cunt!" I thought again to myself. Then he connected with my clit and I felt the instant arrival of a small orgasm.

I felt my muscles ripple with pleasure and my eyes closed as I rode the waves of pleasure. Conor seemed to sense this and how sensitive my clit was right now and he moved his attention back down the insides of my labia to dip slightly inside my vagina a few times before continuing his journey south. I found myself starting to wonder how far he was going before I felt his tongue touch my arsehole. Kelly once told me about how good this feels but I'd never believed it till now. His tongue pushed into my arse just a little before he circled around the outside a few times and then started to move back up towards my clit.

Then he changed tactics a bit. His tongue pushed against my hard little clit and swirled around the outside as I felt another orgasm coming. This one was going to be good! Just as his tongue touched back against my clit I felt a finger start to slide into my vagina and then I totally lost it. Although I would never have thought myself as a screamer I could hear my own voice shouting obscenities almost as if I was disconnected from myself.

"Fuck yes, yes, finger my cunt Conor. Eat my clit!" I screamed as the orgasmic spasms overtook my whole body until I couldn't take any more and had to physically push his face away from between my thighs. "Holy shit! Stop. Stop. Too much!"

I opened my eyes and looked down between my spread thighs at his face, framed between my hands and wearing that same crooked smile I saw only briefly last night in the pub. It suddenly dawned on me how quickly this had happened. From dark stranger to wearing my pussy juice all over his face in just a couple of days. I laughed a little and instantly saw his face darken. "No,no, no" I stammered. "I'm not laughing at you, I'm just a little amazed how quickly this all happened."

"Do you want to stop?" He returned in a whisper.

I only had to think about it for a second. I wanted him so much. I wanted him inside me. I almost felt like I wanted to melt into him and never leave this bed. It was time to say goodbye to the "big V". I also knew there were things I should do and say. I should return a favour and wrap my lips around his dick. I knew I should ask him to find a condom. But right now those things just didn't matter. Somehow I trusted him inherently.

"Conor, take off your pants and get up here and fuck me. Now!" The last word was blurted out as a command and left no room for uncertainty and all said as I pulled my own dress up over my head and dropped it onto the floor beside the bed.

His crooked smile returned as he stood up at the end of the bed to remove his shirt, then his pants and his boxers. I watched in fascination as his body was revealed to me. His shoulders and chest were well defined and broad, leading down to a flat, but not overly muscular belly and then below. Well now.

As I mentioned before, I've not been exposed to too many penises in my life. Apart from the very occasional experiences growing up, I'd only seen or touched a couple of dicks ready for action, so to speak. And in those situations, not in a context where I was sober or entirely comfortable with what was going down, or up, so to speak.

But now I was soooo ready, almost desperate, to feel him inside me I almost came again when his hard penis dropped out of his boxers. He was a good size, from my limited experience. Circumcised and the end all coated in shiny pre-cum and almost kind of angry looking. "Quickly now, get up here." I said looking back up into his eyes. His face was sporting that look of absolute lust once and something else I'm not sure I have seen on a man before. Softer, kinder, than what the guys I'd met in some pub tended to show when we were making out.

The rest went super quick. As he crawled back up to kiss me, I closed my eyes, reached down and circled his hard cock with my fingers and pulled him towards me. I gasped as I felt the tip of his dick hit my clit and I rocked my soaking pussy up and down a couple of times, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Conor, before I pushed the end down and into my waiting vagina. Now it was my turn to breathe heavily as I felt the first couple of inches slide inside me. "Wow! So this is what all the fuss is about." I thought and giggled a little. I opened my eyes and he was looking intently at me.

There was no pain. Several of Kelly's borrowed toys had already well seen to that little issue. Instead, I felt the welling of another orgasm hit as I released his dick and settled my hands on his arse cheeks and pulled him all the way in. I could feel his reluctance as it felt like he wanted to take it slow and let me savour the feeling. I was in no mood for that.

I had never seen a dick cum before, in person. I had finished a couple of guys off with handjobs in the past, but it had been with my hand down their pants in the back of a car, or in the back row of the cinema. On those occasions, I found I just wanted to get their cum off my hand and my arse out of their personal space as quickly as I could. I guess it was because I was feeling pressured and had no real interest in the guy attached to the dick. This time, it was very, very, different.

I was horny as fuck and desperate to see it through to the end. Fast. I wanted him to fuck me hard and cum for me. I wanted to feel him spurt his load deep inside me. Visions of some porn I had watched occasionally, usually with Kelly when we were a bit pissed and feeling naughty, filled my head of dicks coming. I wanted some of that. I want to find out what it felt like. I wanted to find out what a man feels like when he is coming. I almost giggled again when a vision of Kelly came into my head saying "This is what happens when you wait too long. You become a nasty arse cum slut!"

I spoke to him then as I opened my eyes and looked intently at him. "Fuck me Conor. Fuck me as fast as you can and cum inside me. Please. I really want this."

He eyes were so serious, his face filled with what looked to me like somewhere between pity and compassion as he just said "OK" and then went to work. And Holy Jesus, Mary and Joseph did he go to work! Although it might have only been minutes, it felt like hours as he pounded me. Hard.

The sweat was dripping off his face and chest, coating my hair and breasts in wet as he breathed hard against my neck and my hands wandered between his arse and his shoulders, caressing, pulling, squeezing his skin and muscles. I felt two more orgasms ripple through me as he pumped me, not as strong as those that came before, but more like gentle waves that flowed through me. Just after the last one subsided and I felt the waves of another one begin, he whispered to me. Just my name.