XO Erotica

She’s been to this bar countless times before, and expects nothing novel or exciting to come from this evening. But there’s something different in the air tonight, as if she’s plugged into something electric, as if her body is…humming…and she can’t shake the feeling that she’s being watched…almost like she’s being…studied.

She orders another drink from the bar and in the act of nodding in agreement with her friend’s comment, her eyes flit around and land on a man she’s never seen here before…for she surely would have noticed him. He’s tall, dark, handsome, solidly built, and his eyes….his eyes are intense and hypnotic. She realizes that she has met his gaze for too long, but she has trouble pulling herself away from his intense, watchful stare. Is this what she was feeling a few moments ago? Was it him? “Nonsense,” she thinks to herself as she tries to reengage in the nearby conversation, but something inexplainable, indescribable, pulls her attention back to the corner where he is sitting…stretched out comfortably, with both arms confidently spread across the back of a low booth, fixedly staring at her. She can feel her breath come faster now, and her cheeks flush with color, as she realizes that his languid posture and intense gaze, meant not for anyone but exclusively for her, indicates this man is on the prowl, and stalking…her. And that is new and exciting in its directness.

She can’t decide whether to meet his boldness with her own…to saunter up to him and sit with him, drink in hand…would that shock him, or would that end the chase? Or would he rather enjoy for her to indulge him in the chase, to earn the feeling of “to the victor comes the spoils?” She decides there is too much noise and light in this bar, too many people in this room, and heads for the restrooms to collect herself and check her appearance.

After negotiating the crowd, she nears the women’s restroom, but suddenly feels a hand on her trailing wrist. Surprised, she turns around to come face-to-face with him…and before she can compose herself or think of what comes next, he is knocking through an exit door to his left, and dragging her out into the cool night air.

Once outside, he swings her around and forces her up against the building. There he stops…his chest pressed up against hers ever so slightly, his stance just so to block her exit but not yet to invade her space. She is frozen there, gaining her bearings, feeling her place in the moment, her breath comes fast as she looks up into his face. He is also breathing fast, and his eyes are locked on hers as he says to her, “I have had my eye on you all night. You make me so hot…I want to do all sorts of naughty things to you. Please tell me you feel it too.”

Truth is, she did. And she proved it to him as she reached up and grabbed the back of his head, laced her fingers in his hair, and pulled him into her for a long, deep, slow kiss. And that kiss went on and on, building in intensity, as they positioned their bodies closer and closer to each other. And she began to feel his manhood against her hip, and she relished how large and hard he was for her. And as he pressed her up against the wall of the building, he reached down along her ribcage, past the inset of her waist, over the billow of her full hips, and down to the hem of her short skirt. There he found the silky soft skin of her thigh, and as he ran his hand up her full soft thigh, he pulled her leg up insistently, so that when he altered his stance and stepped into her, he pressed his hardened cock right up against the juncture of her thighs, now moist with expectation and welcome. She threw her head back in abject pleasure, and he nuzzled and lapped at her neck, and she responded with soft moaning sounds of pleasure, and they rocked there for.a moment having sex through their clothes like teenagers do.

When she couldn’t take anymore, she pushed him back from her, she moved in quickly to undo his belt. She was surprised at how uninhibited she was, in this back alley outside the bar, but all she could think about was pleasure for the moment. And as she loosed his cock from the constraints of his clothing, she let out a little gasp of pleasure, and he smiled at her and said, “you do this to me.” She spun him around and leaned him up against the wall, and brought him into her mouth with such enthusiasm, he was thankful to be leaning against something. And she stroked his cock with her mouth and tongue, and ran her tongue in circles around the head of his penis, he shuddered and moaned with pleasure. When he thought he would lose his sanity, he pulled out of her mouth and pulled her up for deep, passionate kisses as he spun her around and pressed her up against the wall. His hands feverishly pulled open her shirt to expose her ample breasts, riding high in her push-up bra. He pushed them together and plunged his face into her firm, fleshy mounds, licking and kissing and loving them.

Quickly, though, he turns his attention to what’s hidden under her skirt. Both his hands reach for her ass, and he’s pleased to recognize that she’s wearing a little thong. He grabs her ass with both hands, and squeezes her firm, full ass as he pushes his hardened cock against her. He let’s out what can best be described as a growl, as his excitement is building to a fever pitch.

Once again, he spins her around, this time to face the wall, and grabs for her hands, placing them on the wall out in front of her at chest-heighth, as if she were going to be frisked. He pulls himself in against her ass, grinding against her. She arches back ever so slightly to make contact more solid. With his left hand he is gripping her breast as his right hand dives under her skirt, moving aside her thong and plunging into the wet warmth of her pussy. She moans and throws her head forward with the pleasure, and then rocks her head backward as he begins to finger-fuck her with two fingers. “Aahhh, yes,” she says, and then he surprises her still and manages to incorporate his thumb and stroke her clitoris. And her arms go weak with the intense pleasure of it, and she leans her face against the cool stucco of the building, as her soft mews of pleasure begin to build in frequency and intensity. And the grinding of her hips inresponse to the play of his fingers is so nice against his rock hard cock, and he understands that they could both cum just like this. But he has other plans in mind for them.

So he withdraws his hands from under her skirt, and she is slow to recover from it, so he moves her like a ragdoll – spinning her again to face him, putting both hands at her waist, and boosting her up. There he pins her against the wall with his own weight, while slipping his pelvis underneath hers and positioning her right on top of his cock. She recognzes in that moment what he intends, and she’s so ready and eager to have him inside of her, she comes alive again, and reaches down to move aside her thong, and grab hold of his cock to guide him into her. As she sits into him, and he thrusts into her, she throws her head back with pleasure, both arms wrapped around his neck. He has both arms wrapped around her, supporting her under the ass, and buries his face in her ample bosom. And he plunges into her, sinking so deeply into her wet warmth, and she is so completely filled up by his hardness, his girth, and they are moving in rhythmic unison out in the dark night for all the world to see, and all they can think of is how good this feels, and she’s riding him as he’s hoisting her up and down his shaft, until they both tumble into groaning oblivion…in an alley, outside a bar.