[FM] Quiet guy at the bar

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“Oops! I’m sorry!”, I exclaimed, wobbling on my high heels. I should’ve been watching where I was going. I grabbed the stranger’s arm to keep myself from tripping over him. The booming music of the night’s live act, my friends calling after me, and the crowded dimly-lit bar together with a few drinks made tripping over somebody easy.

“It’s fine! No problem,” he said with a laugh. His smile caught my eye, I smiled back for a moment before continuing on. As I pushed open the restroom door just a few steps away, I looked back to see him watching me. He waved, and I smirked bashfully and darted my eyes away before stepping inside.

The quiet bathroom was a welcome break from the energy outside and a took advantage of that to freshen myself up. My red lipstick and light blue eyes stood out in stark contrast to my pale skin and dark wavy hair. I fixed the straps on my heels, pulled up my white skirt, and straightened my tight black off-the-shoulder top. That man’s face flashed across my thoughts as I stared at myself in the mirror.

I collected myself and walked with confidence back to where my two friends sat at the bar, the man nowhere in sight. They made fun of my stumble for a few minutes, but then went back to chit-chatting away about things I didn’t care much about. I was content to sit quietly next to them at the bar, listening to them bicker playfully, and occasionally laughing with them.

After a while, as I was looking at the people on the other side of the bar, I saw the man I ran into. He was sitting with a pretty blonde woman, laughing and nodding as he listened to her animatedly tell him a story. I watched them for a bit, sipped on my drink, and fantasized about the strong lean arms that saved me from falling a few minutes ago. He turned to take a drink, and as he set his glass back down on the bar, he noticed me. He smiled and waved again, and beckoned me to come over. I smiled and waved back, as he pointed me out to the blonde woman, who also smiled warmly. My friends hardly noticed as I got up to walk around the bar.

“Hey!”, he said as he saw me walking towards him.

“Hey! Sorry again for running into you before.”

“No, don’t worry about it, in fact, let me buy you a drink. And take my seat!” He stood up and offered me the stool, which I graciously accepted. I was used to this sort of this kind of attention on crowded nights, though a bit worried of being overshadowed by this gorgeous blonde sitting next to me. But this man felt real and genuine about it, which was refreshing.

“This is my sister Linda. I’m Owen by the way.” She shook my hand and my worry melted away. “Good to meet you!” she said, “And what a cute top!” “Thanks! I’m Nora.”

Linda excused herself and Owen took her seat. We talked and flirted, and watched Linda dance with some guys and girls after she came back. He was shy and quirky, but in an endearing sort of way. Quite shy, in fact. I came on hard almost all night, even giving him an eye-full of cleavage and rubbing his thigh, with seemingly no effect. He was content to have a polite conversation.

It was getting pretty late, but Linda showed no signs of slowing down. Owen said she loved to stay out late and meet new people. Soon my friends left, and I was ready to leave as well. I stood up to make my way out, not sure what he would do.

“Well, I’ll probably be stuck here for a while longer. She loves to bring her new friends home and continue the party there. Which means I probably won’t get to sleep until five in the morning again. Do you mind if I get your number at least?” Earlier I learned that Owen and Linda share a multi-family house together. He did seem genuinely saddened that he had to stay, so I decided to try my luck once more.

“I’m going to order a ride home, wanna share it? Maybe come back to my place for a bit?”

That seemed to lift his spirits. “Yeah? Are you sure? I really don’t mind waiting for her.”

“Course I’m sure! I want you to.”

“Cool! Let me tell Linda.” He went over to his sister and gave her a hug. I waved goodbye at her, and she blew me a kiss and waved in return.

As we waited for our ride, I didn’t keep my hands off him. I put my hands on his chest, gave him my best dreamy eyes, and hugged him. He hugged me back, and I let out a sigh of relief when he finally reciprocated my touch. Our car pulled up and we got in. Having a driver to witness was not going to slow me down, and I kept up the touchy-feely flirtations. Owen was intent on keeping up the polite conversation for now, so I wrapped one arm around his shoulder, and used the other to caress his chest, arm, and thigh, and I continued my side of the conversation by whispering my responses breathily into his ear. It seemed to have the intended effect, his breathing became heavy, but still no direct response.

When we arrived at my house, I led him inside by the hand and gave him a tour before settling down on a couch in the living room. “Want anything to drink?” “Just a water, please, thanks.” I grabbed us a couple bottles. We sat down to joke and talk some more. We ended up close together and smiling at each other during a natural lull in the conversation. I had given up advancing at this point, so I simply smiled knowingly at him. He appeared a bit uncomfortable at first, grinning awkwardly and looking around. I continued to stare at him. I stared at his lips and wet my own, hoping he’d get the subtle the hint.

Slowly he scooted closer to me, while I continued to stare. Closer and closer he came, but I held my grounder, eagerly awaiting for him to commit to the move. And just as he leaned in and closed his eyes for the final approach, I pulled back, and jumped up off the couch. “How about some music? I’ll put a record on.” The shock on his face was priceless, and I couldn’t hide my devilish grin as I walked around the coffee table to my record player. “Uh, sure,” he managed to stammer out. I hope he had a good view as I bent down to take a record off the bottom shelf.

I walked back and sat myself back down next him, closely, and watched him again. “I’m sorry,” he said. He looked down at his twiddling thumbs and then back up at me. “I thought you were into me for a second.” My eyes widened, baffled by this display of cluelessness. “Wow!” I managed to laugh. “I *am* into you, silly,” I corrected him. I decided I had had enough of this song and dance. I moved in for a kiss to make sure he knew that I was telling the truth.

Our lips locked and I could tell he had been wanting this for a while (I know I had). I put one hand on his cheek and ran another through his hair as our tongues danced with each other. Soon I had to pull back to catch my breath. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” I said. “Me too. You have no idea!” I giggled and straddled him, ready for more.

As we kissed, I held his face in my hands, and teased his tongue with my own. I pressed into him while his hands caressed my soft legs. Soon he became brave enough to move his hands up under my skirt and squeeze my ass, to which I gave a moan of approval. I grinded my crotch into his, and could feel something stiffening beneath his jeans. We took each others shirts off, nearly ripping them off. I paused for a moment to unhook my bra. Throwing it onto the floor, I shoved my boobs in face, guiding his mouth to my nipples. As he sucked on one and teased the other with his thumb, I sighed with pleasure and ran my fingers through his hair.

After all of this I was getting quite hot and bothered. I needed more. I got off him and stood up. “Lay down,” I commanded. And he obeyed, laying back with he hands behind his head on the couch. There is something about a guy in jeans and no shirt that is just so sexy to me. I dropped my skirt and panties to the floor, climbed on top of him with my head near his groin and rubbed his cock through his jeans. I teased him by kissing it over the fabric. He wanted it bad.

He could wait. Instead, I climbed up and positioned my bare pussy over his face. He knew what I wanted and what to do about it: he grabbed my ass, closed his eyes, and dove into my pussy. His tongue felt incredible on my clit after all these hours of sexual tension. I let out a moan , “Oh GOD, yes!”. I grinded harder and harder onto his tongue and his lips. I’m sure it got a bit uncomfortable for him after a while, but I didn’t care. I had also intended to be rubbing his cock at this point, but I didn’t care about that either. I felt a strong orgasm approaching and that’s all I cared about, that’s all I needed. It came faster than expected, suddenly even. I grabbed his hair and pulled as I came, twitching with the spasms of a long-needed orgasm.

I collected myself, looked down at him and laughed. He was licking me slowly at this point which tickled. I got off of him and started undoing his pants. His rock-hard cock finally appeared before me. I kissed his thighs and sucked his balls before taking his cock into my mouth. Up and down his shaft I bobbed, swirling my tongue, getting him all nice and wet with saliva. It wasn’t long before I decided I needed this cock inside me. I needed to fuck him. I told him to sit up, and I straddled him again, though this time with much more skin to skin contact. I put his tip inside me, and began to make out with him again, as I inched down onto his cock. Soon it was fully enveloped, and I began to fuck him. It was slow and deliberate at first, very hot. Our chemistry was unreal. My pace eventually quickened to a point where I felt like I was fucking his brains out. Soon I was over the edge, I threw my head back and moaned, almost screamed, with pleasure. No words, just noises. Lots of twitching and spasms, my legs shook as I came down from a second orgasm. Bliss.

We laughed together and kissed some more, and I felt something twitch inside me. I almost forgot! He hadn’t come yet. I pulled myself off his cock. Still on the couch, I bent over and got on all fours, pointing my ass at him. I wiggled it a little and simply said, “fuck me.” “Can I spank you?” he asked, almost timidly. “Yes, please spank me,” I begged in the sexiest voice I could muster. He stood up and teased my pussy entrance with his cock. With a *slap*, he gave my ass a little swat. “Harder!” I said. *Slap*, better. “Harder!!” I demanded again. ***Slap!!*** I moaned in pleasure. Finally, some audacity out of this guy. “Yes, more like that,” I moaned, “Now fuck me.”

He obliged, sliding his cock into my dripping wet pussy. He must’ve been very turned on at this pointed, because he picked up speed fast. He jack-hammered away, giving my ass a good spanking every so often, while I moaned for more, fucking him back in rhythm. He started grunting and moaning, which startled me at first because he had been quiet for most of the event. I realized he must be close to coming. Seconds later he lets out the loudest moan I have ever heard a guy make in bed. He kept pumping in and out for a good 30 seconds before collapsing onto the couch, exhausted, out of breath, and breathing heavily.

We cuddled for a bit on the couch, and I offered to let him spend the night in my bed. The next morning he ate me out in the shower, and we fucked again after breakfast. One of the quietest guys I’ve had sex with, until he had one of the loudest orgasms. Funny how things work like that.

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