"I want you to tell me a story." I whispered in your ear.
Words I've said before, as we lay next to each other in bed.
Dressed down to our matching, grey, Calvin Klein underwear, we are gently exploring each other's bodies with our fingertips. Taking care not to get too intimate, just yet, as to let the sexual tension build. We're lightly kissing each other's necks, lips and ears, giving one another goosebumps.
We've been down this road before, you have an idea of what kind of story that I want to hear, but, you're not about to let me off that easily.
You want me to tell you exactly what I want.
"What kind of story?" you ask.
"Well, you know how sometimes I like fantasising about you um, with someone else." I reluctantly tell you.
"You mean how you love thinking about me fucking another man?" you ask, as you reach down and give my already hard cock a firm squeeze through my briefs.
The light grey fabric of my briefs cannot hide the wet spot quickly forming at the tip of my cock, as you continue to gently tease and stroke me.
"Ohh, fuck" I moan, getting lost in the sensation for the moment. I snap out of it and focus on the question that I still haven't fully answered. "Well, I know you had some history before me, but I don't know about all of it....surely, you've had a one night stand, at least once anyway? I ask, not fully sure what I want the answer to be.
"At least once" you say with a sexy smirk, looking off as if you're thinking back to that, or those, nights.
I swallow hard as my heart begins to race. "I'd love to hear about one of those nights."
"Really, that's something you really want to hear?" you ask.
The question is rhetorical. My heavy breathing as you continue to stroke my rock hard, leaking, cock through my briefs is all the answer you need.
"Ok then, if you're sure."
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"I was out with some friends one night. Nothing too crazy, just a few drinks at a bar downtown. I dressed casually, wearing a pair of tight black jeans and a loose fitting plaid shirt with a thin, white t-shirt underneath. I hadn't gone out with the sole intention of meeting someone, but I still put on a pair of cute, lacey black panties because, of course, you never know.
We had just been hanging out, chatting over a few drinks and before long, we all had a good buzz going. Eventually, the lights got a bit darker and the music got a bit louder and a few people got up and started to move and dance.
Feeling no pain, we decided to join in.
Of course, it wasn't long before we had attracted the attention of a couple guys who had been sitting near us earlier in the night.
One of them leaned in and introduced himself. I responded by putting my hands on his shoulders and coaxing him into dancing with me. He was cute, with nice, strong arms and I was starting to feel kind of horny.
Eventually we took a break from the dancing to get a drink. We walked to the bar together but before we could get there he leaned in and whispered in my ear "I think you're so sexy, do you want to get out of here and come back to my place?" I was surprised by his bold proposition, but more than a little turned on by the question.
No, I don't, I told him, watching a disappointed look come across his face.
His disappointment would be short lived, though, as I told him that he could, however, come back to mine.
He smiled at me and ordered us a round of tequila shots which we downed before leaving the bar, hailing a cab, and heading off into the night.
When we got back inside my place we barely had the door closed behind us before we were all over each other."
