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One Night Stand
I picked him up in a bar. I still shake my head at that sentence. I am
not a one-night stand kind of girl. I believe in romance, long-term
relationships, getting together for dinner, getting to know one
another. In fact, I am the typical van driving, khaki wearing,
Republican, mom type. Since my divorce however, I have discovered that
I had more to me than I thought. I really liked sex. It was a total
epiphany; I mean angels were trumpeting on high. I found myself hating
the whole khaki, penny loafer look and dreaming for a bustier and thigh
high boots.
It had been a long day, work really sucked and I decided before going
home that I would just sit and relax with a martini. I usually do not
do that kind of thing. I am a single mom and single moms just do not
have that kind of opportunity. I called the babysitter from work, told
her I would pay her double because I would be late and she laughed and
told me not to come home.
So there I was sitting at a little table in a little dive two blocks
from my house. The typical bar flies were there huddle together at the
bar, smoking like there is no tomorrow and speaking in throaty rum
voices. I smiled to myself; I guess that maybe I am not missing
anything. The martini went down way too smooth and I just had to order
another one. I took two more sips and then HE walked in. He really did
not fit into this kind of crowd so it was ironic to me that everyone
greeted him warmly. He was young and tall and had very black hair. He
was a sculptor's dream, not to mention a single mom‘s. His dark ebony
eyes implied danger. I did not heed the warning though.
I did all I could to get his attention. I crossed, and uncrossed my
legs, played with my hair, gave him hard long stares at his back,
everything a girl can do to get a guy to look at her. I am not a bold
person, generally, I fade into the background but tonight, I was acting
on my more basic instinct and I was going to have him. Three more
martinis later, he still had not even looked my way, he just cavorted
with the bar flies and sipped on his beer. I thought for a brief moment
that he might just be gay, but dismissed it; a man like that just could
not be gay. Finally, out of frustration, I made my move.
I tapped him on the back and asked him if I could buy him a beer. He
turned slowly to face me and told me he was just waiting for me to do
so. Geez, I got half-drunk waiting for this guy to make a move and it
turns out, he was waiting for me. I grabbed his beer off the bar and
brought it back to my table and sat down, he followed me and sat across
from me.
I studied him for a bit, he was gorgeous. He had to be Latin or
Mediterranean, his skin was smooth and dark olive. I just wanted to
suck on those full lips. I decided right there and then that I did not
want to know his name, or his past or anything about him except what
was in his pants and what he could do for me.
"You know all I want is to fuck you right?" I asked. The words shocked
me, they just sort of fell out. "Yeah, so why are you wasting time
then?" "Ok then, let's go". Oh my God, kept running through my head, I
am actually going to do this. Something snapped inside me and my dark
side took over. I led him to my car and being the obliging gentleman
he unlocked and opened my door then handed over my keys.
While he made his way to the passenger side, I hitched up my skirt a bit
and unbuttoned a few more buttons on my blouse. He slid into the seat
next to me, shut the door and looked at me expectantly. "Oh geez, I
guess I should start the car" "Yup, unless you want to just do it here
and make a scene". "Ok, Ok, Ok here we go". I started the car and
navigated out of the parking lot. I deliberated on where to go for a
bit and decided to go to a little hole in the wall motel outside of
town. All I needed was a bed with clean sheets.
While we were driving along, he fiddled with the radio, drummed his
fingers on the armrest, and kept making glances to my gaping blouse.
Finally, I had enough, grabbed his hand, and placed it on my breast.
"You might as well be useful; all the fidgeting is driving me nuts".
He delicately massaged my breast than slipped his hand into my bra. He
began to lightly pinch and twist my nipple until it became hard and
sensitive. I stepped on the gas a little harder; I really wanted to
get to that motel. His other hand mysteriously appeared between my
thighs and I adjusted myself to accommodate.
Finally, the battered motel sign appeared and I practically skidded into
the building in my haste. "This is on me" he said and went into the
office to get our room. After a bit, he came back to my window and
dangled the key in my face. "Number 25 in the back on the end, lots of
privacy for us" he said with a grin. He turned and walked toward the
room and I followed in the car. It was a joy to watch his tight ass
move against his even tighter jeans. I sighed and once again
congratulated myself for getting a divorce.
I parked the car in front of number 25 and entered the tiny room. He
was already sprawled on the bed with his legs crossed and his arms
folded behind his head. "So little lady, how do you want it, fast and
hard or soft and slow"? "All of it actually, now get up and strip for
me". "I like the way you think" He arose from the bed as I sat down.
He stood in front of me and grinned as he slowly slipped his t- shirt
over his head. "Slower, I want to really enjoy this" I said. Man, he
had a great chest, all taut and muscular. It was all I could do not to
push him down and go at him right there and then. I held back though,
I wanted this experience to last forever.
He obeyed my command and very slowly unhooked his belt buckle. He
paused and gave me a long dark sensual look. The "I am getting so
turned on" look. Finally, he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the
zipper. Zippers make such a satisfying sound when pulled down slowly.
He left that part of his jeans and removed his boots and socks. I
rolled my eyes up and thought "God he even has sexy toes" Back to his
jeans he pushed them ever so slowly past his hips and over his tight
little ass, down his long lean legs to his ankles. He gracefully
stepped out of them and kicked them away. "Now what?" He asked. "Oh
just cool it, I want to look at you" He was wearing a thong! "Turn
around please". As he turned, I viewed a perfectly chiseled back. I
leaned forward a bit and lightly stroked his ass. He had the softest
skin I have ever felt. I started to get into it and began kneading his
butt a little harder. "I want to watch you take a shower", I said
huskily.
I took him by the hand and entered the miniscule bathroom. I grabbed
his thong and slid it down. As I pulled the garment down, I grazed my
face against his semi hard cock. He jumped a bit from that and it made
me smile. I started the water for him and he got in and stood under
the showerhead. I sat down and watched this Adonis smooth his long
black hair back. He picked up the soap and began to smooth it over his
slick skin. In no time he was covered in sweet smelling bubbles I
grabbed a cloth from the shelf and began to rub his back and ass. He
gave a little groan when I made a pass between his legs and messaged
his balls through the cloth. I turned him around and began to stroke
his hard cock with cloth. He looked so sexy, wet, naked and soapy. I
moved up and washed his chest and neck as well. I made him rinse off
and told him to go stand by the bed.
He stood there with his hands on his hips and a hard on. He looked cute
and vulnerable standing there "I want to watch you masturbate" As he
stroked himself, I undressed and sat on the bed. His hard on was eye
level and I watched, as it got harder. He slid his hand up and down
and periodically he would give the head a squeeze. "Does that feel
good?" I asked, "Yeah" was all he could say. "Do you like it when I
watch you?" "Mmmmm yes" and he began to stroke it faster.
I could feel the heat between my legs and I spread them so that he could
see how wet I was getting. "Can you see how you turn me on?" Once
again, all that he could utter was a breathless "yes". I began to play
with my clit and he began to stroke himself faster. "That feels so
good" I said, "You want to taste me?" Immediately he stopped
pleasuring himself, got on his knees and ever so delicately teased my
clit with the tip of his tongue. I laid back and began to knead my
breasts. I spread my legs wide so that he could have full access.
With earnest he began licking and sucking my pussy. I entwined my
fingers in his silky hair and pressed his head closer to me. I began
to rock against his face with abandon. Then abruptly he stopped.
"Don't stop", I pleaded. With a quick kiss, he rolled me over and
lifted me up on my knees. He began to run his cock up and down my very
wet slit and finally he stopped. He slowly inserted the head into my
hot pussy and stopped just inside. My muscles began to twitch around
his cock. I was electric with anticipation. With one incredible
burst, he shoved himself inside me to the hilt. I screamed with
pleasure and began bucking against him. With long powerful thrust, he
delighted our bodies and we began to move together with shear
recklessness. Quickly he flipped me onto my back and placed my legs on
his shoulders. Harder, faster and deeper, I felt like I was falling to
pieces. The need inside me grew and enflamed me. I grabbed his ass to
pull him in farther and felt the beginning of my orgasm. He felt it
too and followed my urgent movements. In one huge climax, we came
together. Breathless and sweating he collapsed on top of me and I
wrapped my arms around him. I gave him a quick hug and untangled
myself from him. "Yep, no more miss conservative for me. I am going
to bad from now on."
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