A Meeting of Minds SeXStoRY

I'm feeling nervous about this and its unusual. I'm not used to it. Something about finally being here and meeting you is making me feel almost as anxious as I am aroused. Almost. But not quite. I've been like this for hours now, Uncharateristically anxious but also as hard as a rock since we spoke on the phone earlier this morning. I've been like this for so long now, or so it seems to me, that I've long since given up trying to hide my erection. Its uncomfortable now. My balls are aching, my dick throbbing. I need to be in you. If not now, then soon. Everyone in this place must be able to see the state I'm in, surely. I glance around the room quickly but I don't really see anything. I'm not really here. I'm dimly aware of my left leg trembling violently under the table but it feels like something happening to someone else, a long way away. I'm so glad the bar was nearly empty. A crowd would be unbearable right now. For fuck's sake man, get a grip.... I don't see you as you enter but notice you way too late to be useful. Always a good sign I'm not on my game. I make a mental note to call myself a cunt later. You come sweeping into the bar like a f***e of nature, like a weather phenomenon, a twister of erotic movement and flowing figure and then you're there, next to me. I can feel you. Smell you. The urge to leap at you and rip into you right there and then is powerful but I do overcome it. This is your town after all. You have to live here. We exchange some half hearted small talk about something or other and I think I catch you sizing me up, checking me out, but I'm too busy trying to do the same to be certain, maybe you didn't. I don't know anything right now. Your clothes are a genius display of self awareness expressed though the medium of fashion. They look respectable enough but as you move, I can catch the suggestion of your figure beneath, your tits teasing me with their shape and I'm aching to get at them. My god, your pictures are great but they really don't do your figure justice. I become aware my already pathetic contribution to the small talk keeps trailing off before the sentences are over, as I think about your tits in my mouth and how wet you might be right now. Your hand runs up my thigh, your fingers brushing lightly but deliberately against the tip of my cock and I hear you tell me to come with you. You see normally I'm the one dominating situations like this but you seem to have the ideas and I'm far too sensible to argue with a woman on a mission. I smile slightly and realise we'll be playing on home turf after all as you pull me towards the girls toilets, briefly turning to look at me with a mischievous grin that quite startles me... ...eyes are windows on the soul but there was something different, something beautiful. A brief flashback to you just barely a woman. A momentary glimpse at a you from another time, a more carefree and reckless time, full of wild lust untainted by the cynicism of experience. Brazen and dangerous. And, as we storm through the plain white door marked only with the stylised symbol meaning females only and I hear your breathing, low and heavy in the gleaming tiled bathroom, turning to look at me with a desire burning in your eyes more powerful than a tempest, I wonder how long since you've done something quite so daring and how much you had forgotten you wanted to. And with that thought lingering I tear into you. I still don't know what it is about you but I know if I don't get into you now, right now, I will explode. Our mouths meet roughly, almost clumsily, tongues probing as we tear at each others clothes. Your body feels firm under the material and I can feel your tits pressing against my chest as we pull ourselves tight. I feel you moving your hips ever so slightly, grinding just a fraction against me, hardly noticeable except for the throbbing hard lump between my legs pressing into you. We both moan softly as you rub against it and that is when it really hits me. This is real. We are about to fuck each other and this time you're here and not just a picture in my mind. I can touch you. Feel you. Taste you. And with that I quickly pull open your top exposing your breasts and as you gasp, still fumbling and pulling at my fly, I put my lips around one of your hard nipples and gently suck you, my hand sliding down the smooth soft skin of your belly. Lower. God I want you. By now your hands have found what they're after and you smile at my sharp intake of breath as your hand firmly grasps the swollen hard shaft of my rock hard cock. I tell you to be careful and you giggle again, once more the mischievous young woman. I beg you to be gentle. I've wanted you for so long, imagined your body so many times as I've cum hard and I've been waiting today for too long. I'm already close. My balls so full of cum they ache and throb and I don't want this to be over fast. I don't want to disappoint you. I decide to take matters into my own hands. Pushing you backwards into a cubicle you end up sitting on the lid and as you quickly realise what's happened I push up your skirt, push your soaking wet panties to one side and roughly clamp my mouth hard around your hard, wet clitoris. Licking you quickly and firmly, flicking my tongue in figure eight motions I make you gasp loudly and feel your muscles stiffen as I slide two fingers deep inside your hot, wet pussy, pressing them up into your g spot and waving them inside you in a 'come here' motion, knowing that very soon I will feel you, taste you, hear you, cum here. with your pussy in my mouth, your clit swollen and hard as my tongue laps it harder, faster, my fingers, two at first now three sliding deep into you and stretching you wider, hearing your breathing getting faster and more urgent, your hips rocking up and down as you match my rhythm, hearing the slap of your arse hitting the vinyl of the toilet lid and feeling the lovely sensation of your pussy getting wetter as you approach your first orgasm. waiting for the signs to tell me when, hearing the sharp intake of breath and your muscles tense up, back arched and hands grabbing my head, grinding my face into your crotch as your orgasm surges through your body making you gasp and the walls of your vagina spasm and clench me tight. I keep ramming my fingers into you, feeling your juice on my hand and drops of it flicking onto your thighs and in my mouth. mmmm. You're looking down at me now, wide eyed at the ferocity and intensity of your pleasure and as the calm moment begins to build again I feel you surrender once more, giving yourself over to the sexual energy flowing between us, building and amplifing as I bring you towards the next ecstatic explosion. closer and closer towards that moment of intensity... ...and thats when I suddenly move back, pulling my fingers from your dripping sex and slide my throbbing hard cock into your quivering wet pussy, all the way in Deep into you. Filling you. God I've wanted this so long and it feels better than I'd ever imagined, my cock wrapped in your tight pussy and my balls pressed against your arse I hold myself all the way in you for a moment and then hear you gasp as I take it out, and then slide back into you again, wanting to take it slow but not able to control m need. Slamming my dick harder and faster and deeper into you, our bodies slapping together as we moan louder. Feeling you approaching your next orgasm, grippijng me tightly and running your fingers hard down my back. And then, as I feel your grip around my cock tighten and the juice from inside you squirt over us both I can finally hold on no longer and cry out as I empty my swollen balls, pumping you full of my hot cum, filling you up and mixing with your juices and dripping onto your thighs and my balls. We lie there briefly embracing intensely and regaining our breath, the reality of where we are and what we've done beginning to drop and we look at each other and giggle. Thats when we hear the quiet, embarrassed sounding voice, softly mumbling something that neither of us can quite make out, the sound losing its meaning as it bounces around the gleaming white tiled surfaces in the otherwise empty bathroom. And only now do we notice the feet under the door, shifting their weight uncomfortbly from side to side, from either embarrassed nervousness, a painful need to pee or a nasty combination of both. I wonder if she's fit and ever considered a 3way I find myself thinking. We try to stay silent but it's far too late for that now. There is a soft knock on the cubicle door which makes you stiffle another giggle, and a timid voice repeats the urgent question, '.....are you guys almost finished in there?' and now we can't hold back the laughter anymore....