Unexpected adventures with a stranger part 2
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It’s Saturday night and I’m out with friends. We’ve had a few beers, picked up some weed and are now looking for a place to smoke it. Mike, the only guy present tonight, says he knows a cool place and leads us through the center of town, to an anonymous looking door. We are buzzed up and one elevator-ride later we step into a large pool hall. I’ve been living in this city for two years now, and had no idea this place existed.
We have another round of beers and watch some people play pool. Except for Mike, none of us really know how to play, but we decide to give it a go. We get a table in the corner and after some drunken giggling we split up the group – it’s two against three. A bit much for one pool table, but we’re all too tipsy to take the game seriously anyway. My teammate and I, however, can’t help being a bit competitive, especially because we don’t have Mike on our team – a serious disadvantage. We’ve now dubbed ourselves the underdogs and are determined to win.
We start off poorly. No matter how hard we try, we’re simply not getting anywhere. Meanwhile, Mike has already sunk a number of balls. But just as we’re giving up hope, a stranger comes to join our table. “Who’s winning?” he asks.
“We are – eventually,” I say, not being able to shake off my competitiveness. He flashes a smile.
A few setbacks later, it’s my turn to play again. With some tips from the stranger, I manage to sink a ball. As I prepare to go again, I don’t really see any easy shots. “You could come to this side of the table and …,” the handsome stranger starts saying, but I’ve already sat down on the edge of the table to get a good position. “Or you can do the sexy sitting on the table thing,” he finishes, as his eyes linger on my body. I’m suddenly very aware of my tight, short dress, leaving little to the imagination. Not the ideal outfit for playing pool.
The way he is looking at me makes it hard to focus, and I fail horribly. As I find my beer and sit back while the other team plays on, I glance over at our new friend. His tight t-shirt doesn’t leave much the imagination either; he clearly spends a lot of time at the gym. I watch the muscles in his arm move as he picks up his beer and takes a sip, and feel the temperature of my body rising. He catches me looking, and flashes me another smile. It’s a good smile, I have to admit.
When it’s my turn again, the man has taken on the role of our coach. He points out which ball I’d best try to sink, and comes to stand next to me to give me some pointers. It seems like an impossible shot, but there don’t seem to be any better options. "You have to look along your cue,” he says. “Stand back a little, and lean over a bit. Now spread your legs a little.” I’m in doubt for a moment, then do as he says. His guidance so far has already gotten us quite far. “Spread your legs a little further, you have to be able to move the stick along your body,” he says again, as he moves to stand behind me. Hesitating still, I move my legs a little further apart. As I do so, I can feel my dress ride up just a tiny bit. “Good. Now lean over, and gently touch the ball.” I take a breath, and try to focus. “No, you have to twist your body. Yes, that’s better. Just a little bit more.” I curve my back a bit, and as I do so, my ass moves up. I can hear him catch his breath. At that moment, I decide to put the whole charade to an end. We are in a public place, after all. I take another breath, focus on the ball, and take the shot. And I sink the ball! I turn around and give him my biggest smile. As our eyes lock, I feel a tingling between my legs.
Soon after, my teammate finishes the game. We won! Who would have thought that would happen. I suppose with a little coaching, and a little trust in your coach’s tips, you can get quite far. I feel content, and we move back towards the bar for a celebratory round of beers. It has gotten far busier now. The man comes to sit next to me fairly soon, and we have a chat. He’s a charmer, and knows how to make me laugh. As we’re talking, he moves his hand onto my leg. He continues his story about something amusing, while his hand slowly moves up and down the inside of my legs. Involuntarily, my legs move apart a little, allowing him to move his hand further up. It’s summer and I’m only wearing a little black dress with my favorite red lace panties underneath, so there’s not much that will stand in his way. The thought of that makes me dripping wet.
Suddenly aware of what I’m doing here in this public place, I close my legs again. I don’t even know this man. Am I really the kind of girl who will allow a complete stranger to grope her in public? Am I the kind of girl who will go home with a complete stranger? I don’t even know his name! As I realise this, I realise something else; I don’t want to know his name. I don’t want to know anything about him, except for how it feels to have him inside of me.
I chug back the last of my drink, and get up. His eyebrows raised in surprise, he looks at me, slightly disappointed. I smile at him and lean in. “Meet me downstairs in five,” I whisper. Resolutely, I walk away. After a quick mirror check, I grab my purse from my friends’ table, tell them I’m tired, and walk out the door. Mere seconds after I step outside, he’s right next to me.
“Your place or mine?” he asks, as he flashes that gorgeous smile again.
“Yours,” I say. His hand on the small of my back, he leads me into the right direction.
Not much later, I find myself in his bedroom. We are kissing passionately, and he presses his body against mine. I can feel his abs, his strong hands and… something else. The bulge in his pants is huge. He picks up my leg and wraps it around his waist, thereby pressing himself further between my legs. I’m starting to go mad with horniness. He now picks me up completely, and walks me towards the bed. Right before we’re there, he puts me down, and starts undressing me. My dress is off in seconds, and since I wasn’t wearing a bra, I now stand before him in only my tiny red lace panties. He stands back for a moment, taking in the view.
“Hurry," I say, placing my hands on his chest. “Fuck me,” I whisper, moving in to feel his skin on mine, holding his gaze.
“Oh no,” he says, with a devilish look in his eyes. “I’m going to take my time with you.”
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Part two will follow soon! It's my very first story, so all comments are much appreciated. Hope you enjoyed.
We have another round of beers and watch some people play pool. Except for Mike, none of us really know how to play, but we decide to give it a go. We get a table in the corner and after some drunken giggling we split up the group – it’s two against three. A bit much for one pool table, but we’re all too tipsy to take the game seriously anyway. My teammate and I, however, can’t help being a bit competitive, especially because we don’t have Mike on our team – a serious disadvantage. We’ve now dubbed ourselves the underdogs and are determined to win.
We start off poorly. No matter how hard we try, we’re simply not getting anywhere. Meanwhile, Mike has already sunk a number of balls. But just as we’re giving up hope, a stranger comes to join our table. “Who’s winning?” he asks.
“We are – eventually,” I say, not being able to shake off my competitiveness. He flashes a smile.
A few setbacks later, it’s my turn to play again. With some tips from the stranger, I manage to sink a ball. As I prepare to go again, I don’t really see any easy shots. “You could come to this side of the table and …,” the handsome stranger starts saying, but I’ve already sat down on the edge of the table to get a good position. “Or you can do the sexy sitting on the table thing,” he finishes, as his eyes linger on my body. I’m suddenly very aware of my tight, short dress, leaving little to the imagination. Not the ideal outfit for playing pool.
The way he is looking at me makes it hard to focus, and I fail horribly. As I find my beer and sit back while the other team plays on, I glance over at our new friend. His tight t-shirt doesn’t leave much the imagination either; he clearly spends a lot of time at the gym. I watch the muscles in his arm move as he picks up his beer and takes a sip, and feel the temperature of my body rising. He catches me looking, and flashes me another smile. It’s a good smile, I have to admit.
When it’s my turn again, the man has taken on the role of our coach. He points out which ball I’d best try to sink, and comes to stand next to me to give me some pointers. It seems like an impossible shot, but there don’t seem to be any better options. "You have to look along your cue,” he says. “Stand back a little, and lean over a bit. Now spread your legs a little.” I’m in doubt for a moment, then do as he says. His guidance so far has already gotten us quite far. “Spread your legs a little further, you have to be able to move the stick along your body,” he says again, as he moves to stand behind me. Hesitating still, I move my legs a little further apart. As I do so, I can feel my dress ride up just a tiny bit. “Good. Now lean over, and gently touch the ball.” I take a breath, and try to focus. “No, you have to twist your body. Yes, that’s better. Just a little bit more.” I curve my back a bit, and as I do so, my ass moves up. I can hear him catch his breath. At that moment, I decide to put the whole charade to an end. We are in a public place, after all. I take another breath, focus on the ball, and take the shot. And I sink the ball! I turn around and give him my biggest smile. As our eyes lock, I feel a tingling between my legs.
Soon after, my teammate finishes the game. We won! Who would have thought that would happen. I suppose with a little coaching, and a little trust in your coach’s tips, you can get quite far. I feel content, and we move back towards the bar for a celebratory round of beers. It has gotten far busier now. The man comes to sit next to me fairly soon, and we have a chat. He’s a charmer, and knows how to make me laugh. As we’re talking, he moves his hand onto my leg. He continues his story about something amusing, while his hand slowly moves up and down the inside of my legs. Involuntarily, my legs move apart a little, allowing him to move his hand further up. It’s summer and I’m only wearing a little black dress with my favorite red lace panties underneath, so there’s not much that will stand in his way. The thought of that makes me dripping wet.
Suddenly aware of what I’m doing here in this public place, I close my legs again. I don’t even know this man. Am I really the kind of girl who will allow a complete stranger to grope her in public? Am I the kind of girl who will go home with a complete stranger? I don’t even know his name! As I realise this, I realise something else; I don’t want to know his name. I don’t want to know anything about him, except for how it feels to have him inside of me.
I chug back the last of my drink, and get up. His eyebrows raised in surprise, he looks at me, slightly disappointed. I smile at him and lean in. “Meet me downstairs in five,” I whisper. Resolutely, I walk away. After a quick mirror check, I grab my purse from my friends’ table, tell them I’m tired, and walk out the door. Mere seconds after I step outside, he’s right next to me.
“Your place or mine?” he asks, as he flashes that gorgeous smile again.
“Yours,” I say. His hand on the small of my back, he leads me into the right direction.
Not much later, I find myself in his bedroom. We are kissing passionately, and he presses his body against mine. I can feel his abs, his strong hands and… something else. The bulge in his pants is huge. He picks up my leg and wraps it around his waist, thereby pressing himself further between my legs. I’m starting to go mad with horniness. He now picks me up completely, and walks me towards the bed. Right before we’re there, he puts me down, and starts undressing me. My dress is off in seconds, and since I wasn’t wearing a bra, I now stand before him in only my tiny red lace panties. He stands back for a moment, taking in the view.
“Hurry," I say, placing my hands on his chest. “Fuck me,” I whisper, moving in to feel his skin on mine, holding his gaze.
“Oh no,” he says, with a devilish look in his eyes. “I’m going to take my time with you.”
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Part two will follow soon! It's my very first story, so all comments are much appreciated. Hope you enjoyed.
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