Sex With a Stranger (2 page)

The need for stealth did nothing to dampen the warmth and wetness radiating from her.
 

The bartender played with the bottom edge of her panties, still watching her face for a reaction. She looked straight ahead. She was afraid that if she looked at him, she’d get embarrassed. That would be bad, because if she got embarrassed, she might stop what was going on. And she really didn’t want to stop what was going on.
 

His hand cupped her ass, his index finger moving under the bottom edge of her panties. She felt the finger brush her outer lips, which had become very wet. It went back and forth, slowly, extending and flexing at the knuckle so that the people in the bar wouldn’t see his hand or shoulder move if they looked over.
 

Why am I allowing this?
she thought.
This isn’t who I am.
 

And yes, she should probably stop it. But now his finger was playing very near her opening, and her wetness was causing it to glide frictionlessly back and forth, in and around.
 

She leaned toward him and whispered,
“I want to do something crazy.”
 

“Thank God,” he said. She looked down and noticed that a noticeable protrusion had formed at the front of his jeans.
 

“I want to go upstairs,” she said.
 

“Chuck is my roommate,” he said. “It’s a studio apartment. So unless you want to be
really
crazy…”
 

His finger was rubbing her back and forth, back and forth. Waves of pleasure were causing her to shake a little, but she was still present enough to see the picture in her mind. Miranda and Chuck would be screwing beside them if they went upstairs. What she was doing was crazy enough.
 

“Somewhere else, then.”

“There’s a storeroom,” he said.
 

“Does it lock?” She was feeling a strange mixture of abandon and prudence. Screwing this strange guy in the back room was now somehow okay, but being walked-in-on was still unacceptable.

He leaned in to whisper in her ear. The heat of his breath sent a thrill up her spine.
 

“Yes.”
 

And as if to drive the point home from both ends, he slid his whole hand around the contour of her ass as he leaned closer, causing the finger to go further under her panties. It passed her folds and actually slid inside of her.
 

“Show me,” she said.
 

She turned, the motion pulling his hand out from under her skirt. Then she stopped and swiveled to face him, planting her palms against a delightfully firm chest.
 

“Wait,” she said. “This is nuts. I don’t even know your name.”
 

“Chad,” he said.
 

“Okay, Chad. Now I feel better. Show me the storeroom.”
 

He took her by the hand as if he was afraid she’d change her mind and led her down a small hallway toward the bathrooms. They passed the bathrooms and came to an unmarked door. He had a key on a lanyard around his wrist and slid it urgently into the lock. It was as if he sensed that some big clock was ticking. Kaylee took another look at the front of his jeans and realized that in a way, it was. She felt the same clock ticking deep inside of herself — a desperate need to be filled, lest she explode.

“This is the only key,” he said. “It keeps getting lost, and I keep telling the owner to make a copy. He never has.”
 

The door opened and they ducked inside. Chad flicked on a light and closed the door behind them. Kaylee reached out and tried the knob, making sure that it had latched.
 

There were rolls of paper towels and cleaning supplies and bags of food all around the small room, but Kaylee lost sight of all of that when Chad’s hands were suddenly all over her, pawing at her shirt and pulling it up, over her head. Then his fingers fumbled behind her and her bra came off, and then he was stooping down, his mouth over one of her nipples, his hand cupping her breast.
 

She felt herself getting wetter and wetter. She wasn’t in the mood for foreplay; this had become serious business. She pulled his shirt off and placed her hand on his stomach, fingers down, and then pushed her hand lower. It slid below his jeans, below his boxers, and a moment later her hand was on a cock so hard and so warm that she felt sure that getting it off was a medical necessity. She used her other hand to unbutton
 
and unzip his jeans to give herself some room, then began rubbing up and down on its underside.
 

He reached down and began pulling off his jeans and boxers.
 

“Take everything off,” he said. “I want to see all of you.”
 

Kaylee was glad that Miranda’s quips about Kaylee’s good body were fresh in her mind, but it almost didn’t matter because the air between them was so hot. But as an added bonus, Chad’s body turned out to be trim and lean, effortlessly athletic.

They were totally undressed within seconds. She crossed the space between them and pressed the length of her body against his. The intense, whole-body skin-to-skin contact was thrilling; she could feel his warmth radiating into her. His chest pressed against her sensitive breasts. His rock-hard length pressed into the hollow between her legs.
 
She wanted it inside of her. She rubbed herself against it, but he was too tall for her to guide it in without actually
guiding it in
, and the tiny part of her that wasn’t yet totally on board — the
This isn’t what Kaylee Islip does! Kaylee is a good-girl honor student!
part — refused to let her use her hands. She ground against it, feeling its lower edge tickle the tops of her lips and the sensitive clit at the top. She rose to her toes, feeling the slick head rub against without quite popping inside.
 

Then he reached a strong arm under her left leg from the inside and hooked it up into the air, and then, with her spread open, it
did
pop inside. A gasp escaped her as she felt the head of his cock slide over her pubic bone and into the space between her legs, filling her all at once. Her arms were around him. She buried her head in the hollow of his neck, his hot skin filling her open mouth, and she found herself biting him gently.
 

She expected him to start thrusting immediately, but he didn’t. With one leg up and one leg on the floor, now turning around so that her back was against a wall of shelves, he could go very deep, and he did, slowly. He filled her to the hilt, all the way in, so that the root of his cock pressed against her mound and her clit. Once in, he began grinding. Her clit rolled between their pubic bones while his cock moved against the length of her insides. The feeling was delightfully maddening, and she could feel her entire groin swelling and pulsing. She felt herself beginning to spasm over him, clutching his cock with little intense waves of contraction. The grinding sensation was intense. It was what she’d done for years when she needed release, gripping a pillow between her legs and rocking it against herself until she came. But this time, the same old sensation was magnified by a magnificent fullness.
 

She watched his face, wondering if he was going to come when she came, and just how deep inside of her his cum would go. He was deep, deep, deep…
 

Deep.
 

He hadn’t come yet, but she could imagine it. She
wanted
to imagine it. She could almost feel the warmth spurting from the end of his cock as its length contracted and pulsed and…
 

Oh God.

Her orgasm hit her like a truck, seeming to come out of nowhere. Her raised foot pushed into the door of the storeroom. Her mouth pushed into his neck. She felt her hands become claws and dig into the meat of his shoulder, his back. She clamped down on his cock, hard, trying to squeeze it as if it were in her hand. With her whole body tight, she pulled back, then pushed herself against him again to drive it deeper inside.
 

After a few waves, her orgasm passed. His cock was still inside of her. She thought she might be able to come again, and
fast
, if he just kept going like this…
 

He pulled out, his cock sliding down her vertical thigh and leaving a streak of her wetness. Everything down there was slick and liquid, like a water balloon had burst.
 

“Turn around,” he said.
 

She usually preferred her sex face-to-face, but right now, she actually wanted him behind her. It felt more animalistic that way, as if she were being taken. Which, she realized, was exactly what was happening.
 

Kaylee didn’t do things like this. Girls like Kaylee didn’t get rammed from behind in the back room of a bar by strange hot guys while her friends waited outside, and…
 

Oh God!

The thoughts that ran through her head were like her own peep show. Sensations hit her from both ends, from both her eyes and her imagination. It was almost enough to make her come again, right then and there, her hands against the wall, her legs splayed, Chad still not having even slid his cock back into her. She felt her hand flinch toward her crotch to rub it, but she stopped because he’d be there soon enough to do what she had in mind.
 

A second passed. Another. The waiting was torture.
 

“Oh God, hurry up and stick it in me,” she panted.
 

From behind her, there was a smile in his voice when he said, “You do ‘something crazy’ well.” And then she felt herself filled up again. She was so wet. The motion of his cock in and out made wet sounds, but it didn’t embarrass her. It only made her hotter.
 

It made Chad hotter too, apparently. His tempo had picked up. In this position, the head of his cock pressed into her G-spot with each thrust. The thrusts became faster. And faster. And faster.
 

“I’m going to come!” he said.
 

So was she. But if he pulled out, she’d lose the orgasm that was about to crest within her.
 

The last of the tiny voice of restraint inside of her died as she said, “I’m on the pill. Come inside of me.”
 

That simple sentence made him moan, her words now pushing him over the edge. And so, unable to stop herself, totally out of character, as her second orgasm gripped her in its tight fist, she said, “Shoot your cum up inside my pussy…
pleeeeeeeeeeaaaasssee
…”
 

But the end of the word was lost in a grunt and a heave as she pushed back into him, tilting her hips as everything contracted and pulsed, and then he matched her, this time grabbing her hips and pushing so deep that it was almost
too
deep, and then everything became slicker and faster and something ran out of her and down her leg as his thrusts stuttered, his body alternating between thrusting in and pulling back, and as he did, what was left of her orgasm ran through her like a shiver.
 

He pulled away and his cock flopped out. A gush of cum came with it, running down her leg and into her fancy shoe.
 

She turned around, her back against shelves, and slid down. She realized that she’d sat in the wet spot but was beyond caring. She could clean up in a minute, and her clothes were at least dry and clean. Right now, she had to catch her breath and her sanity.
 

He slid down and sat beside her.
 

“I’ve never done that before,” she said. “Screwing a guy I just met, I mean.”
 

He smiled. “There’s a first time for everything.”
 

“Do you think it’s the first time that makes it so hot?” she said. “If we were to do this again next week, would it be as good?”
 

He ran a finger up her leg, up the wet trail and into the wet folds below her small patch of hair.
 

“I have no idea,” he said. “But I know a way to find out.”
 

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