Sam answered an ad I posted online, the add itself was far from innocent so I was surprised by just how genuine, friendly and interested she came across. We exchanged emails for the best part of a week before we managed to find a time both of us were free and we agreed to meet. Sam told me she liked to ‘vet’ people she met online before going any further as she has had some bad experiences in the past. I don’t blame her we all have, if I’m honest I prefer to meet first and build a bit of a connection with someone too.
We were both living in a major city at the time and agreed to meet outside the train station before finding a quiet bar to chat. Sam wore this killer red dress and I spotted her instantly. She stood there looking shy and at the same time defiant. Her long legs and creamy brown skin visible in all the right places but still undisputedly ladylike in subtlety. I couldn’t help thinking it was obvious to the public our intentions that evening, though no one even stopped to give us a second glance.
‘You look stunning’ I told her holding her gaze and beaming.
‘I can’t wait to sit down and have a chat’
So we walked to the bar chatting general interests and the weeks activities.
Neither of us being local, it was a bit of an adventure to find somewhere. Luckily I quickly spotted a local watering hole and we stepped out of the night into a cosily lit bar with seating for two readily available. We sat and I ordered the first round. Sam was a gin girl and I settled for a cider, a weakness of mine at the time.
‘You know I have actually walked out of one of these before’ Sam stated almost matter of fact.
That intrigued me; I could hardly imagine not enjoying a conversation with her. We seemed to flow so easily. I had every reason to want this to go well too, she was 25, obviously intelligent with a passion for travel and reading similar books to myself. She was also practically insatiable from the snippets of past experience she teased me with as the night went on.
My eyes couldn’t help wonder, following the curve of her neck line and the subtle shadow of her cleavage. Her legs would brush past my own as she adjusted in her seat, was it my imagination or did she linger a little longer each time.
‘I’m sorry’ I said. ‘I keep getting distracted’.
Sam was mid sentence talking about a trip abroad and a little bit of night time sunbathing.
She laughed catching my eye. So I continued.
‘My mind is going wild with thoughts of how badly I want to rip the clothes off you..’ I let it hang there holding her gaze. By this point we had established the interest was mutual. A few drinks in an stories exchanged showed just how compatible we were. The bar was closing up, empty bar all but the dregs of people piling out into the night, we needed to make moves if something was going to happen. The only problem being neither of us could really host, or lived anywhere remotely close to our currently location.
‘Follw me’ I pulled sam to the bar of the bar towards the ‘hopefully’ empty rest room. A quick scout in and we crashed through the door ripping into each other. Both of our lips caught up in pure desire for the other. Into the back of the stall and door locked firmly. I held sam against the wall firmly while hiking up that beautiful red dress and teasing down those silky panties.
Already soaked through, she was into it!
As my fingers massaged her, she struggled to hold back the moans of pleasure sweeping over her. She was already thrusting her crotch towards me with each moment completely caught up in it, the reality of her surroundings all but forgotten. It was amazing to watch her lost in it all. She starts to shake gentle for the first time signalling a small orgasm, and the cutest little squeak. Just in the back ground I hear a small crowd stumble through the bathroom door for the ceremonious emptying of the bladder before boot out. Not sorry to say I wasn’t done with Sam quite yet.
My left hand found Sams throat and choked her firmly, still pressuring her against that back wall. The other pulling her panties down further, calmly negotiating the high heel and feeding them straight into an open willing mouth. It might help with the noise after all. I begin to work Sam pussy lips again, more firmly this time. Sam’s wetness practically leaking onto my hand, a self lubricating miracle.
Her hands come up and wrap around my right as her legs give way to a fresh wave of orgasmic bliss. I can tell she is only getting more into it. We can both hear the people outside, our eyes locked on eye other as my fingers find their way inside her for the first time. Even she can’t stop the moan my first stroke pulls out of her.
‘Do you promise to be a good slut for me tonight sam?’ I whisper into her ear.
She nods at me, panties still muffling her. That is enough for me. I pull away releasing her and she falls forward into my arms and if pulled from a day dream. A wet mess trapped in the wrong bathroom with no good explanation as to why. A knock on the door insists that we ready ourselves for a quick getaway. No time for sam to put her panties back on..
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