*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- This is a work of fiction for adults only. Do not read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your Country. This was written as a fantasy for a friend, and so any resemblance the characters have to people in real life means that your friend is me. Or her. Or you're crazy. This is strictly a first draft, and is going up mainly because there may never be a second draft. Any email is welcome, and In fact since I don't have anyone to edit my work if you would like to act as an editor feel free to drop me a line with any comments/corrections. grazz332@hotmail.com *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Story Codes: (mf) Meeting By Grazz (c)September, 2004 You're standing nervously around the lobby to the Museum, not really sure you should be doing this. Sure you've gotten to know him really well online but do you want a creepy guy breathing down your neck? Another moment and the question is moot. You see him, it must be him, walk in looking around uncertainly. He stands just a little taller than you, not especially huge, but not a small build either. His hair is a dirty blond, shaggy and falling all over the place. As his eyes seek out yours you note that they're a light blue grey, soft and deep. "Sara?" He asks a little uncertainly having walked over. "uh... yep", you say having absolutely no idea what to say. He grins and you realize with a start that he has a cute grin, not entirely as you pictured it. "Hey, so we finally meet." "Yep", you laugh nervously. 'What the fuck do I say to him?' Deciding on nothing at all for the moment, you both head over to the ticket counter where he uses a membership card to get you both in for free. As you wander the halls, looking for the different art exhibits you need for your project you keep up some nervous chatter, broken occasionally by a comment from him. 'God damn it, why is he so fucking quiet?' He helps you a little with your project, finding some exhibits for you and offering up the occasional opinion about the artwork. Glancing at him, you can't help feeling more nervous. 'Look at that smile. What the hell is he thinking? I keep talking and all he'll do is smile, that smug smile. Damn him!' Still looking at him you miss a step and start to fall, and he jumps forward to catch you. It isn't till after you're firmly back onto your own two feet that you realize that one of his hands is around your waist and the other, around your side, slid forward while helping you and was now firmly on your tit. Looking you strait in the eye he winks and takes his hands off you, but not without quickly pinching your nipple. You freeze like a dear in the headlights. 'What was that??' Your nipple is sore, sensitive and hard. You could swear it was hard enough to tent your shirt through your bra, though you know that no one could actually see it. Catching yourself deep in thought and unmoving you practically jump back into action, nervously laughing and continuing your story where you left off, moving quickly through the exhibit. As you walk and talk you find your eyes continually drifting to his hands, and you can't help replaying the pinch over and over again in your head. He still isn't saying a hell of a lot, but enough to keep you talking. What he isn't doing or saying is anything that would indicate a moment ago he groped you, damn it. You can feel the dampness creeping into your panties, as you feel the phantom fingers again and again on your nipple. Distracted as you are, you turn a corner and realize you're in a dead end out of sight from the main exhibit. You turn as he closes the distance between you, the strong hands wrapping around your body, pulling you closer and pushing you back against a wall at the same time. Before you can do anything - move, protest, think - he's kissing you. To surprised to resist, you open your mouth and kiss him back, feeling his tongue in your mouth a hand squeezing your ass. Pressing you against the wall his other hand comes down and presses into your hot crotch, and your pussy seems to throb in response. Moaning into his mouth you find yourself trying to grind into his hand, his body pressed up against you. You can feel his hard cock against your leg through the layers of cloth. As quickly as he started he pulls away leaving you against the wall dazed. Reaching forward he pinches and twist both your nipples, pulling on them and licks up your neck giving it a tender kiss. Then he's gone again and, "Common, lets go". You can't even keep up your normal chatter as he leads you out from the alcove, acting as if nothing happened. He's quiet as ever, and you're hornier than you could've believed possible an hour ago. You try and focus on the work, but can't and he keeps brushing those hands up against you. Those fucking hands! You can still feel them on your nipples, the pain mixing with throbbing pleasure, on your ass and crotch, your wet, wet crotch. Snapping out of it with a start you see him looking at you with a bemused expression, and your natural flush deepens. Luckily you're on your last exhibit at this point, because you feel like you're about to go fucking crazy if you don't get something now. You're hyper sensitive to his every move, almost gasping at every touch. Less than a minute later you're both on your way out of the exhibit and you almost trust yourself enough to speak again. Then it happens. Passing a janitor's closet he grabs you, opens the door and pulls you both in. Closing the door behind him you're engulfed in dim light, barely able to see. But you hear very clearly the bolt slid into place. Heart beating faster now, you feel him roughly pull you towards him, and again you're pressed up against him, kissing him, feeling his whole body against yours. Kissing his way down to the side of your neck you almost melt as his mouth and tongue make their way down and back up it. Pulling back a little you feel his hands on your shirt, and before you can protest it's up and off your head. The bra he doesn't bother unhooking, he just grabs it and snaps the straps pulling it off. Right away his head drops down to lick and suck your tits and abused nipples while his hands drop to your pants. Moaning you press yourself up against his hands as they undo and drop your pants. His hand comes up to cup your cunt through your sopping wet panties and he bites your nipple, forcing a short yelp from you. Then your panties are down and he's back up, getting rid of his shirt on the way. His mouth meets yours again and immediately you are kissing, biting his bottom lip, trying not to cry out as his hand digs into your ass, the other quickly stroking your clit. Breaking the kiss he spins you around, and bends you down over a table you can barely see in the dark. A second later you feel a cock pressing against your pussy. Gasping, you push back against you as it enters and pumps into you for the first time. Your cunt is full, and he's stroking in and out now. His hands originally on your hips as he entered from behind, move up to your tender abused nipples. They begin playing with then, squeezing lightly, twisting and pulling. Then harder sending jolts down your body to merge with those coming from your cunt as it's being fucked. You feel yourself building up, your pussy and nipples more sensitive as you approach orgasm. "Oh god, mmmmmMMMMMM, OHH!" You explode and begin thrashing about as he fucks you. Then he's exploding too, cumming inside you. Pulling out a minute later he places your hand on his cock, only half hard now. Still laying facedown on the table you slowly stroke it, feeling it come alive in your hand, while he continues to play with your clit and nipples. When it's hard again he stops your hand and moves it aside again. Feeling him enter you again you moan, and keep moaning as he starts fucking you again, this time with his hands on your hips to keep pumping in hard. Then he pauses, pulls out and you're left confused for a second. Then it's back, pushing slowly, but insistently, against your asshole. He's going to fuck you up the ass! "no..." you start to moan but then the head slips in and all you can do is hold your breath at the fullness of it. Using his hand on your hips he slowly presses in and is soon buried up to the hilt. You've never felt so full before in your life, and you can feel it pushing down through the walls of your cunt. A few seconds later he's pushing in and out of you. Despite yourself you feel your cunt getting wet again at the sensations in your ass. One of his hands is down now, playing with your clit, stroking it, rubbing it. Soon he's built up to a fast pace and you're moaning loudly. Your clit is now getting the occasional pinch along with rubbing and the sharp sensations are rolling up your body. As the other hand begins to squeeze and kneed your abused tits you can feel orgasm distantly approaching again. You can't believe it, you're going to get off with this guy up your ass. Building up faster and faster the sensations engulf your entire body in a painful ecstasy. Soon you feel yourself buckle, nipple, clit and cunt screaming out in a marked counterpoint to the pounding of your ass, and you plunge over the edge cumming again. You feel his cock jerking as he releases another load up your ass. Then he's off you again and you lay there for a moment, letting your heart settle down. He helps you up and hands you your clothing, though you notice your panties and bra are gone. Putting everything on you can't help but gasp as the fabric of your shirt runs over your sensitive nipples, or your pants touch your sensitive crotch. Wrapping an arm around your waist he unbolts the door and leads you back out into the museum. You're a little self conscious walking around commando, feeling every little breeze through your shirt but the strong arm around you reassures you. Reaching the lobby he smiles at you again. "It was really nice meeting you Sara, hope I get to see you again soon. Talk to you tonight." With that he gives you a hug, short kiss and a quick ass squeeze before walking off, leaving you standing, dazed in the lobby of the Museum.