The Encounter
She was very lovely, especially those eyes. That was his first thought as he laid eyes on her, catching her as he scanned the room, looking at all his new co-workers. He had just started the job today, and he was feeling the normal anxiety one feels in a new environment. Especially one so far from home. He had never guessed he would have moved to a city this far away from where he grew up, it had never crossed his mind he would even take a job here. But, the money was more than he had made at anytime in his life. He didn’t even expect the company to match what he had asked for, but it did, and here he is.
Richard was trying to feel his way around. It was hard for him, naturally shy, painfully shy even. He felt awkward anytime he had to engage in a conversation with anyone. He had friends, of course, some that were almost close. But he never really let people get close to him, by design. Richard was always afraid if someone really got to know him, know his secrets, they wouldn’t like him. So it was always easier to keep people at arms length.
“Day one”, he thought, “How am I ever going to fit in here?”
The normal introductions were made, everyone seemed nice. They all welcomed him, but no one was too friendly, they all seemed a little reserved. That worried Richard, he knew his humor, his defense mechanism, trended dark. Very dark. That can’t be understated enough. What other people sometimes find offensive, he found comical.
He really wanted to talk to the young woman with the engaging eyes, the ones that seemed so expressive, but with a hint of sadness. But, that’s not him. Richard could never just walk up and start chatting. That was too uncomfortable for him. So he didn’t go over to her. That would have to wait for another time.
The days went by. Richard settled into a routine. No one asked him to hang out after work, or made a lot of effort to get to know him. Over time, he began to understand these people didn’t socialize with each other that often. That was different from his other jobs, where co-workers tended to get together once a week. Sometimes twice. But, here, it seemed everyone just went home. That could have been due to the fact these people were older than the past co-workers Richard had had. They had families, and seemed to be past the time of getting together to complain about the day.
Richard also realized he was older too. He had a serious relationship once, one that dominated his life. It it ended when she developed feelings for another woman. That crushed Richard, making him question his attractiveness even more. So he just folded up, and stayed away from people. Now, he started to realize what that had cost him. And he lived a life of loneliness.
Then it happened. Someone was leaving, moving away to a new job, so the office decided to hold a going away party on her last Friday night. Richard decided to go, even though he worried about trying to make a good impression on everyone outside of work, where, frighteningly, he might actually have to talk to someone.
The party was well attended, Richard had arrived early, maybe too early. But, so had she. In the weeks since Richard had been there, he had learned a little about her. Her name was Rachel. He loved how the name sounded coming off his tongue. They were seated next to each other, and started to talk a bit . Rachel was giving someone else at the bar the dagger eyes, and saying to Casey, another office mate at the table, she couldn’t believe that woman was here.
“What the fuck?! She showed up? Why? She doesn’t even work with us!”
Rachel was clearly angry. Richard slowly nursed a beer, listening to what Rachel was saying.
“Well, fuck her! If she comes over here, I’ll fucking lose it!”
Rachel noticed she had Richard’s attention.
“Sorry,” she said to him, “girl drama.”
“No worries,” Richard replied with a smile, “I was just enjoying your tirade.”
Rachel giggled softly. “We really haven’t talked that much, have we? How do you like it here? Does it suck? Are people being nice?”
“That’s a lot of questions,” Richard countered. “It’s ok, honestly though, it’s been tough, tougher than I would have thought making this transition.”
Those wide, beautiful eyes looked at him intently. She sipped on her beer.
“What do you mean?” She still held the bottle to her lips, and slightly, just so slightly touched the tip of her tongue to the rim.
Richard tried not to get flustered at that, after all, it wasn’t a sexual thing.
“Well,” he started, looking down at the table, “I’m not good at making friends, and I am so far away from home here, I’ve felt very alone since I moved. Don’t get me wrong, I’m mostly glad I took this job, but sometimes I think I really messed up.”
Rachel nodded.
“Look, I don’t want to be a downer,” Richard began, “so, tell me about yourself, you’re from here?”
Rachel took a drink. “Yeah, I’m from one of the suburbs, and have lived here all of my life. Except for college, I went out of state for that.”
“Wow, I never even left the state for college, I lived all of my life in the south, the same state, damn near the same town.” Richard was feeling very self conscious right at the moment for some reason. He continued on, “I mean, I wanted to go to the University of Kentucky, but my dad got cancer, and died. So I felt I couldn’t leave, because I’m an only child.” Ninety percent of the truth was in that statement. But Richard didn’t want her to know about the financial troubles with the death of his father, him having to work multiple jobs to get through college. Rachel didn’t need those details. She might think less of him.
She got quiet for a second. “We have something in common. Two things, really. My dad died when I was younger too, and I’m an only child. I was heartbroken by his death. Still am.”
Richard, for one of the few times in his life, began to feel a connection with someone. He took a jolt of his beer. Beer always made him chatty. It was not a good thing frequently.
“I’m sorry. People don’t always understand that loss. And how you feel it later in life. Like now, I really miss knowing my dad as an adult. I only knew him as a teenager, and I would like to have the chance to talk about life with him.”
Rachel slid her hand to his knee, not so much as a passion, but more of a comfort.
“Yeah, I’m 33, and know what you mean. I love having my mom, she’s in her late sixties, my parents had me later in life. I cherish her being my best friend.”
Richard was quiet for a moment. Should he reveal more to her? The beer said yes.
“My mother died a few years after my dad, but it’s been forever, neither saw me graduate from college and I’m the only person in my family to do that. It’s what I’m most proud of.”
“That’s very sad,” Rachel offered, her eyes were showing just a glint of tears. She turned up her drink, and swallowed it down.
“Listen, how about we go somewhere? We can’t talk privately here.”
Richard didn’t know what to think. This beautiful young woman, and she was young, she was, what, 15 years his junior? And she wanted to go somewhere else?
“Uh, sure”, was all Richard managed to say.
Rachel grabbed his hand, it was so soft, a little cold, but the touch, he hadn’t even felt the touch of someone in such a long time, and it was wonderful.
She took him outside, fished her phone fro her pocket and began to get Uber.
“How about we go back to my place for a bit? Be warned though, my cat is not a fan of strangers.”
“Ok, sounds cool.” Richard was trying to be cool. He didn’t think it was working.
In the car, they began to talk about the time she cried at work, how another person criticized her, and she was so new, her only way of dealing with it was to start sobbing. She laughed.
“That was so stupid and embarrassing. Now, I would just tell someone to go fuck themselves.”
The ride was maybe 20 minutes, Richard’s heart was beating somewhere around 200 beats a minute. He was so nervous. He really, really wanted her to like him. She was by far the most beautiful woman who ever asked him over.
She lived in a high rise, it was very nice. Richard was curious how much she was paying for this place.
She led him into the elevator and they rode to the 20th floor. Rachel had her keys out when the door opened, grabbed Richard by the hand, and jerked him out into the hall.
It was a small layout in her apartment, a couch that was more a loveseat than full sofa. A rather large TV for the room, and it smelled of lilac. There was something else I the air, something he couldn’t place. Metallic? It didn’t matter. All he though was don’t screw this up.
“Take a seat. I’m going to run to the bathroom for a bit, all that beer, and I’ve got to pee bad.”
Richard did as he was told. It was odd, he could hear her in the bathroom. Did, did she not close the door?
He noticed her cat wandering in, suspiciously eyeing him. He was a cat person, and he knew if a cat didn’t want to be friends, don’t push it.
“Mika, behave.”
Rachel’s voice caught him by surprise. Not as much as the surprise of what she was wearing. Or not wearing.
She was topless. Oh, she had a bra on, but no shirt. Her long black hair caressed her own shoulders. Her skin was so milky white, like she didn’t get a lot of sun. But then, Richard wasn’t exactly tan.
He tried to decide if he should look away or act like nothing was wrong. He tried to go with the second, but my god, those breasts, just so perfect, and they were trying to peek out of that black bra.
She looked at the right in the eyes.
“You want to see them?” She whispered.
Richard tried to speak, but found trouble with forming words. “Suck it up, you fucking idiot” he told himself, “be cool!”
All he could manage was a nod.
Rachel seemed to glide over to him. She took his right hand in her left hand, and began to massage it. She put it on her belly, which felt so nice, lord help him, it felt so nice, he knew he was already bursting through his pants. She dipped her head back, closing her eyes, long black hair following behind her, as she stood, she pulled his hand upward, taking her other free hand and so slightly pulling down one side of her bra. The nipple seemed to explode out. Richard, too though he might explode. Still holding his hand, she made him form a pointing gesture, and took his finger and started to rub around her nipple. The wrinkly skin of the nipple, the rose red of her areola, his eyes were locked on. He let her take command, and she guided him around and around, so hot to the touch. Richard was sweating like a whore in church. He thought he was going to lose it at anytime, touching this dynamic woman.
She brought her head forward and looked him right in the eye. She lifted her breast up and began to move forward.
“Open.”
That was all she needed to say. She put her nipple in his mouth, and he tickled it with his tongue, creating a map with his mind every centimeter of her nipple.
As she left him suckle, Rachel moved to straddle his body, and slid her left hand down toward his belt line.
She started to reach for it, but hesitated. She held her hand over his buckle for maybe ten seconds, but it felt like years for Richard.
“Can I?” She said as she leaned forward to his ear.
Richard had let her nipple slide out of his mouth.
“Please,” he said, almost begging.
She began to unbutton his pants, and reached inside his underwear.
“Heh, you’re hard already?” She smiled.
She tugged a bit, her hand felt so good wrapped around him, in fact nothing had ever felt this good in his life.
“Lay back.” She ordered.
And he did, without question.
She stood up and began to finish undressing.
It was a sight to behold. She slipped her pants down, slowly, drawing out the anticipation, leaving on her bikini panties for just a moment.
Then off they came.
Her womanhood was glistening with desire. Richard knew he couldn’t wait to taste her, taste her more deeply than anyone could.
He stood up, and finished taking his clothes off. He put his hands on her shoulders, and began to massage, she leaned into his neck, biting just a bit, nibbling up to his ear, leaving a tail of spit behind.
Richard though life had been nothing until this moment. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone in his life, and all he could think was don’t blow it in one pump.
“Let’s go back to my bed,” Rachel suggested.
The two of them in their nakedness nearly broke out into a sprint.
Rachel laid flat, on her back, and Richard began kissing her navel, taking his tongue and trailing downward.
He began to kiss her thighs, holding her behind with his right hand, and using the left to trace the outside of her lips. The skin was so soft, with a faint bit of stubble. He found that even hotter.
Rachel looked down at him, with those mesmerizing eyes, “fucking tear into me right now, just bury that fucking tongue in me!”
Richard nearly blew his load right then. He followed her command, his tongue tasted her, she was amazing, it was such a sweet taste, the best thing that had ever been in his mouth. Using the point of his tongue, he found her clit. It was hard to tell who it was more electric for, him or her. Her pelvis buckled into the air, she let out a soft moan, and he moaned too, he loved giving pleasure. And right now, she was in ecstasy. He wanted to be in her so badly, be one with her, but he had a different idea. He wanted to really give her an experience she wouldn’t forget.
He used fingers inside her to find the backside of her clitoris while his tongue worked the front. He heard her gasp, and could just make out how she turned her head to bite down on her pillow.
Richard decided it was time. He moved himself over her, using one hand to position himself, and held her hand with his other. He stared deep into those eyes, and entered. She threw her head back, and closed eyes for just a second.
He tried to go slow, he was worried about hurting her, but he was also worried about cumming too fast, ruining this whole night.
She was so silky inside, the sopping wet noises she made with each thrust, Richard thought if I died right now, life would have been worth it all for just this moment.
She wrapped her legs tight around him, and pushed him into her deeper and deeper.
He knew it wasn’t going to last long like that, and he was right.
“I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” he said in between breaths.
“I don’t care, just cum in me, right now, that’s all I want,” she purred.
Richard couldn’t hold it any more. It flowed from him, so much he was a bit embarrassed.
“Sorry,” he gasped, “it’s been a long time.”
“Mmmm, don’t worry,” she whispered, “I’ve got a finishing move I can’t wait to use.”
Richard rolled off her, and onto his back. Rachel sat up, both were sweating.
“I know you just came, but I’m going down on you, and you’ll like what I’m going to do.”
Richard didn’t think he could handle her tongue right now, he was too sensitive just seconds after.
Rachel slid down, she hovered her mouth over his still hard shaft. But she didn’t take it. Instead, she leaned into his thigh. Richard was relieved for a moment. Until he felt a sharp jolt.
“What the fuck?”
“Shhhh,” Rachel advised, “you’ll like it, just wait.”
Richard couldn’t tell what was happening, but he knew he was having trouble moving.
He also noticed the warm feeling on the inside of his right thigh. Right where Rachel’s mouth was locked. She was right, it did feel great. A bit like getting a shot, but instead of feeling whatever was in the hypo being injected into a body part, this felt like suction. But, more…pleasurable. Like when you’re teenagers, and the first time in your life a girl puts her mouth around you down there, and you have nothing in life you’ve been able to compare it too when you try to tell friends later.
Richard felt weak. He knew love sometimes made you weak in the knees. But he was feeling weak in the leg, and all over, know that he was thinking about it.
“Hey, that’s great, whatever you’re doing, but, what are you doing?”
Rachel looked up from her dirty work. She had dark stains on the side of her lips. Richard noticed the large hole in his leg.
“I hope you enjoyed that fuck, because it will be your last,” she hissed.
Richard tried to move, he tried so hard. He wanted to run, to jump, to just get the fuck out of there. But he was trapped. His body wouldn’t obey any of his commands, he was laid out naked on his back, and he knew at that moment, he was dying. He felt his life fading away.
Rachel went back to his thigh, and began to slurp loudly now.
Richard wanted to scream, but all he could think was how great this felt. And he was dying. That should have terrified him. It would have terrified anyone. But he felt more and more at peace, he stopped fighting death’s embrace. The bedroom got darker and darker. Until finally he couldn’t see or feel anything anymore. His last breath was a snore, a loud expelling of the last breath in his body.
Rachel stood over his corpse. She put her panties back on, and threw on a robe.
Using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, she looked at her cat. “He tasted sad, like al of his life was a waste. At least he got to die in a happy moment.”
Rachel knew it wouldn’t be a problem to explain his death to the office. He was a loner after all, and who really miss him? She grinned to herself. It just meant the hunt would begin again. And she lived for the hunt, nothing was better than finding new prey.
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