It Started at the Bar

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} and Mae East, (c) 1995, 2009

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Abstract: A couple meet at a bar and go upstairs to deepen their connection.

 *** Mae ***

What follows is the first installment of a joint fantasy written by Rajah
Dodger and me. I say "joint", but it will really be consecutive. One of us will
write a part independently, then the other will continue the story. We haven't
collaborated on what we will be saying; we will be as surprised as the rest of
you. But that's part of the fun. I hope it turns out well. 

 *** Mae ***

As I stalk into the hotel bar, I am totally wired. It has been a rotten day. I
got completely lost trying to find this place. I've gone from roaring down the
freeway to crawling around the parking lot looking for a space, but it was all
useless. I missed my evening meeting, and now I have HAD IT! I climb onto a bar
stool and say to the bartender (a little louder than necessary), "I want the
biggest, most fattening drink you've got! I want alcohol and calories! I have
had it with the diet!" He laughs and goes to whip something up. "I have also
had it with the suit," I say, taking off my gray flannel jacket and draping it
over another stool. "And with the shoes," so I kick off my black high heels
under my chair. "And with this blouse buttoned up to my throat!" I take off the
brooch I'm wearing at my collar and unbutton the first three buttons of my
white silk blouse. "I need to RELAX!" 

"I guess you do!" you say. I turn and see you sitting a couple of stools away,
smiling at me. It's a nice smile, I think, amused but not laughing at me. I
smile back. 

 *** Rajah ***

I come into the bar to kill some time before dinner. There's no poker game
tonight because most of the training class is going out on the town, and I
don't see any reason to go up to the room and watch Dan Rather. A few other
people seem to have the same idea -- there are some couples in the booths along
the wall, and a couple of the tables are occupied. I get a stool about halfway
down the bar and order a gin and tonic, then settle in for a spell when in you
walk -- no, you slouch, carrying your body like you were loaded down with a
piano. I note the well-tailored business suit even as you kick off your shoes
and let everyone in the bar know how much you need to relax. 

"I guess you do," I agree, and I am happy to see an answering smile on your
face. You never know, some people don't take kindly to strangers, but you
obviously had a hard day and I'm told I look like the friendly sort. I like
your face, too -- freckles almost hidden by the makeup (and not hidden where
you opened the top of your blouse), green eyes looking wearily back at me. "I
just got out of a training session -- how did you wind up here?" 

You explain about the missed meeting, and we commiserate about life and its
injustices. Somewhere along the way, I flag the bartender and she refills both
of our drinks as I move onto the bar stool next to you. "You know, you ought to
have something in your stomach to handle those drinks," I suggest. You seem to
freeze up, and when you respond your tone of voice has the edge in it I heard
when you walked into the room. "Oh, and would you just happen to have some
place in mind?" "Not really," I respond calmly, "I'm not all that familiar with
this town anyway -- I've been eating in the hotel. But I've done my share of
that joy juice" -- nodding in the direction of your second drained glass --
"and I would be adjourning for something more solid right now." 

You look at me quizzically, then shake your head as if coming to a decision. "I
know a place -- let's check it out." 

 *** Mae ***

"How about the Italian place next door?" I say. "I don't feel like walking very
far, and I know I shouldn't drive." "That's fine with me," you say. "Would you
hand me my shoes, please?" I cross my legs to put on each shoe, well aware that
you are checking them out. As I get off the bar stool, I fall against you, not
entirely accidentally. "Sorry," I start to say, but you interrupt, "I didn't
mind a bit. Maybe I'd better take your arm. You seem a little wobbly." "Right.
Thanks." 

At the Italian restaurant we slide into a dark booth next to one another. "What
are you in the mood for?" you ask. "Pasta, the food of love!" I reply. "I've
never heard it called that before," you laugh. "Sure!" I say. "Italians are
very romantic -- and sexy -- aren't they, and Italians eat a lot of pasta,
right? Besides, a good meal of pasta in cream sauce makes me feel all dreamy
and relaxed." "Whatever you want," you say, "I just hope you don't relax
yourself to sleep right here." "Not a chance, buster," I say. "The name's
Roger," you say. "What's yours?" "Oh, it's May," I reply. "I just realized I've
gone to dinner with someone without even knowing his name." "Come on," you say,
"I'm sure that isn't the most daring thing you've ever done. Not with a face
and body like yours." For a minute I think I ought to be insulted, but decide
that you're too likeable. "You're right," I laugh, and launch into a story
about my college days. 

After a delicious dinner, we walk back to the hotel, uncertain about what to do
next, but not really wanting to part. We stop at the door of the bar. "Would
you like another drink?" you ask. "Well, I don't really need one," I reply,
"but listen, there's a band playing in the bar. I'd like to dance." "Great!"
you say, and we make our way to the dance floor. There we melt into each
other's arms, pressing our bodies tightly together. With each number we seem to
get closer, until you are cupping your hands around my ass, and I am pushing my
pelvis into yours. At the end of the set we kiss, standing on the dance floor
until the lights come up. 

 *** Rajah ***

Our tongues dance to their own music as we realize the band has quit playing.
Your body is sending messages to mine, and I am sure you can feel my reactions
below the waist from the last close dance. The band is taking its break, so I
take the initiative, looking into your smoky eyes as I suggest, "Might we
continue this dance elsewhere?" "Upstairs, perhaps," you reply, "You are
staying here, aren't you, Roger?" I press my finger briefly across your lips.
"Answering a question with another question is a habit I've learned to break --
your answer is yes." "Well, then," as a grin crosses your face, "so is yours." 

We leave the bar, arms draped around each other loosely, and get into the
elevator to my floor. As the door closes, I move behind you and wrap one arm
around you, the other hand at your shoulder. Nuzzling my face into the back of
your neck, I say "May, that's a wonderful apple scent in your hair." You
giggle, "You know, Roger, that's probably the first time anybody's ever
commented on how my hair smelled!" 

When the elevator door opens, I lead you by the hand to my room. I turn on the
entrance light, then cross to the TV set to turn the radio on to the dance
music station. "I'll be right back -- I need to refill the ice bucket. Would
you prefer Coke, Diet Coke, or Sprite?" 

 *** Mae ***

"What I want is for you to bring your body over here," I say, sitting down on
the bed. "So who needs drinks?" you say, joining me. "I've wanted to finish
unbuttoning your blouse ever since I saw you start it in the bar," you say,
opening my blouse to reveal my ample breasts in a pink lace bra. "Ah, the real
woman under the dress-for-success suit," you laugh. You slide the blouse off my
shoulders and arms, and reach behind me to unhook the bra. As soon as my
breasts are free, you take one in each hand, bringing your mouth to one to suck
the pink nipple. "Mmmmmm, that's good," I say, "VERY relaxing." "It's having
the opposite effect on me," you say. I reach over and unzip your pants, freeing
your erect cock. "I've been wanting to do this since our last dance," I say,
sliding to my knees beside the bed. Running my tongue around the head of your
cock, I savor the velvety texture. Then I suck the shaft into my mouth, over
and over again. "Ohhhhh, that's great!" you moan. "But I don't want to come
yet. Let's get rid of the rest of these clothes, okay?" 

I stand up and take off my skirt, followed by my shoes, pantyhose and pink lace
panties. "What an ass!" you say. "It's as great as your tits. I like a
well-balanced woman." "You're not so bad yourself," I say, assessing your naked
body. "I like a nice round ass on a man, not to mention those great shoulders,
and of course the main event, which I just had in my mouth." "Enough of this
mutual admiration society," you say. "Let's get into bed." And in we jump. 

 *** Rajah ***

We kiss, hard and hungry. Your hands clutch greedily at my ass, your nipples
high and hot against my chest, the head of my cock rubbing against your pubic
bone. My own hands are no less active, as I draw lines with my finger nails
from your shoulders down your spine to your resilient cheeks. You wriggle from
side to side, drawing gasps from both of us. 

"My engine's overheating," I say, pulling slightly away and rolling you onto
your back. "And besides, I gave you a free sample, so I ought to get one in
return." As I bend down to suck each nipple, teasing the little buttons into
hardness again before moving lower, you respond, "Do you need a guided tour?"
You shriek, then giggle as I suddenly swirl my tongue in your belly button.
"No, I think I can find my way around." "I'll bet you can," you murmur, running
your fingers through my hair as I move my nose into position, taking a deep
breath of your most personal essence then using my thumbs to open your labia.
Quickly I lap the dew from bottom to top, drawing a responsive shiver from you.
"Mmmm, I just love your sauce," I say, "what do you have cooking down here?" 

Without waiting for your reply, I do my own investigation, drawing each lovely
lip between my own, moving my tongue across the delicious flesh, savoring the
tartness. Your breath is coming in shorter gasps now, and I take the cue to
follow the trail to the top of the mountain. As I settle in for a prolonged,
wet, sucking kiss, my tongue-tip teasing your budding clitoris, you let out a
low moan and clutch my head tightly. 

 *** Mae ***

"Oh, Roger, that was wonderful," I sigh. "Now I want you inside me." "Glad to
oblige, ma'am," you laugh, as you slide up my body. I gasp as I feel your cock
enter me for the first time. My cunt muscles clutch its strong, hard length. We
fuck slowly at first, kissing and hugging at the same time. When you sense that
I'm ready to go into high gear, you stop and pull my legs up to your shoulders,
then begin faster, deeper strokes. I become so excited that I toss my head from
side to side and cry out and come. "Stop, stop, I have to rest a minute," I
pant. You withdraw and lie down beside me. "Am I too much for you?" you ask
with a grin. "I didn't say that," I protest. "I just need to stop after coming,
because I get too sensitive. Especially after a come like that one." 

 *** Rajah ***

You look down, a pleased smile playing on your moist lips. "Why, Roger, you're
still standing! Let me do something about that." I lay back and you straddle my
chest, sliding your hips back toward my head as you lie down, casting a hot
breath over my pulsing flesh. As you take me into your mouth, I close my eyes
and squeeze your lower back and ass, surrendering to the feelings. "Oh, May,
just keep that up!" 

"Gee, and I thought the idea was to bring it down?" With that, you swirl your
tongue, drawing a gasp from me. You cup my balls with one hand, while the other
probes lower down. I open my legs in reflex, giving you better access while I
start moving my hips in counterpoint to your head. "Oh, oh, oh May, don't
stop," I plead as I finally lose all control, jerking joyously into your mouth,
burying my sounds of delight between your legs. 

You look over your shoulder as I relax, and comment "You have good hands, lover
-- I hope those prints on my ass will come out." But you temper the remark with
a chuckle and turn around so we can embrace for a soft, liquid, post-orgasmic
kiss. 

 *** Mae ***

We turn off the lights and snuggle up together, and soon I hear you breathing
in the soft, deep rhythm of sleep. Before I fall asleep too, I think about the
pleasures in store for me in the morning. Or maybe even sooner -- I wouldn't
put it past you to wake me up in the middle of the night for more fucking! And
after tomorrow morning, well, who knows? I don't have a crystal ball. I just
know that we had a fabulous time tonight. And am I ever RELAXED! Zzzzzzzzz... 

/END/

Endnote: Written in 1995 on Adult Contacts BBS