As I was pushing and withdrawing from the soaked and slimy, yet clean and hairy, swollen opening of your sex, the motion of your hips became almost frantic and urgent. As usual, I purposely did not keep the same rhythm. Your rising frustration to achieve another orgasm mounted at a steady pace.
We had done this 'ride' before in our cycle of sexual games and play. Each time we did, of course, the nasty and slutty behavior became more and more dangerous, vulgar, dirty, and filthy.
What turned into 'We,' had begun one time when on dates, after hours, each with someone else. A cocktail table shared as strangers, in a smoky dark bar, my hand on you and yours on me. It turned out that we both split up with those two partners within a couple of months.
When living in a big city, there is almost certain anonymity due to sheer numbers of human encounters as you move about the streets. However, there is also a close-knit neighborhood in nearly every way for each person. They frequent the same series of businesses, clubs, and stores, etc. So that we saw each other again among four million people wasn't actually that surprising. What still is surprising to me is that when we again met, you were sitting at the same table in the same position.
I had been in this bar four times before our meeting, and never again until we met again. It was as though you never left.
Wearing the same clothes you were alone with a half-full glass. I smiled, and after greetings were exchanged, we agreed to me joining you. We visited until the music started when we were drowned out and stepped outside.
Once outside, we both were awkwardly mumbling about what to do next when I heard you say, "Come to my house and come."
I replied, "Is it far? I live very close."
"About a block-and-a-half north."
"Well then, let's go."
And off we went talking like old friends. We walked three blocks north and four blocks east. My apartment was in the same building you entered to ride the elevator to the twelfth floor. My apartment is on the twelfth floor. I am frantically playing back our conversation because I didn't think I told you where I live. I was distracted with that thought when you said, "I moved here about four weeks ago and immediately left town. I am returning tonight for only the second night. The building doesn't yet seem like home, but it definitely has what it will take. Come, my apartment is right over here."
