No Names

She took her first sip of her second drink and tried to look casual as she glanced over in his direction again.  He was looking at her.  She quickly turned her head back to her companions.

She had been playing eye tag with the guy for … 20 minutes (?).  This was not that unusual an occurrence at these Friday happy hours – young, single working types gathering to see if they can start off the weekend with a hook-up.  But it’s so awkward when it’s happening to you.

She glanced in the direction of Eric and Marta.  They were alone together and he was in a full court press to part her from her panties.  He had been campaigning with her for weeks – to his credit, in a low key – to get her to go out with him.  The consensus around the lunch table was that Marta was indeed receptive.  Hopefully, there would be grist for the gossip mill on Monday.

She barely heard what was being said by her companions as she calculated the risk of another glance in his direction.  As usual, the reason why this particular guy seemed so attractive was unaccountable.  He was reasonably good looking, but you could say that of most of the young guys that crowded this water hole tonight.  Karma, fate, chemistry, whatever – you can’t rationalize it.  He was her obsession of the moment.

She decided that if he didn’t make a move, she would.  That would bring this silly mini-drama a head.  As she glanced in his direction again, she was annoyed to see that a clutch of people had moved between them, blocking the view.  Suddenly desperate, she turned from her group and took a step in his direction intending to find a new vantage point to find out if he was still there.  That was when he shouldered his way through the crowd.

Suddenly face to face, they just stared at each other for a moment.  Then he stepped forward, a self-conscious smile starting up on his lips.

“I … uh … was going to say something very clever but I forgot what it was,” he started, the smile wavering.

Her mind was momentarily blank as she looked up into his hazel (grey-brown?) eyes.  Then she realized that he was at the end of his conversational rope and she’d better step up.

“Uh, well, maybe I can help,” she started uncertainly, breaking her lock on his eyes.  “Was it going to be something like ‘Come here often?’”

His eyes were amused as his mouth formed a disapproving frown to accompany the shake of his head.

“No, I wouldn’t say anything that lame.”

“Well, then I guess ‘Haven’t we met somewhere before?’ and ‘Do I know you from somewhere?’ couldn’t have been it either.”

He knitted a concerned brow as though working hard on a problem.  The soft wave of his light brown-going-on-blonde hair formed an attractive counterpoint to the furrow.

“Right.  It had to have been something so smooth and so original that you would have just jumped into my arms.”

It occurred to her that she had been on the verge of doing just that even without a word being said. 

“Well, then,” she pretended to consider.  Then it tumbled out of her.  “How about ‘Wanna go someplace and fuck?’”

His strong, slightly cleft chin jerked up slightly in momentary surprise.   His eyes narrowed inquisitively.

“That might have been it,” he assented slowly (carefully?).  “If I had said that what would you have said?”

“Oh,” she replied with a careless wave of her glass and toss of her head.  “I suppose I would have said ‘Sounds like fun.  Where do you want to go?’” 

She paused, suddenly feeling a little buzzed.  She sensed the need to throw him a line.  “If I had said that what would you have said?”

He didn’t miss a beat.

“I’d have said ‘My place is close by.  Why don’t we go there?’ … and then you would have…?”

She fell in with the rhythm of the game.

“Why, I would have set my glass down like this …” Her glass came to rest on the ledge that ran around the perimeter of the room.  “… and taken your arm …” She came to his side and passed a hand under his arm.  “… and waved to my friends as we went out the door.”  She made a show of waving at a couple of her companions who blinked at her in surprise to see her leaving with someone so suddenly.

With that her heels began ponking on the tile as they marched smartly for the door.  It was as they passed through the door that it began to sink in that her little flirt had taken on a life of its own.  She had just agreed to go home with this guy  with the stated intention of letting him fuck her.  It occurred to her that some people might think there was something about this situation that was completely crazy.  Three minutes ago she’d have been one of those people.

Was there a graceful way to rewind this scene?  … put them back in the bar and make him buy her a drink and provide her with at least a half hour of sparkling conversation before she agreed to go home with him to fuck?

She was pondering the situation as they made their way among the rows of cars in the lot.  She became aware that he had said something.

“I’m sorry.  What?”

He patiently repeated: “I said, ‘In this scenario would we have exchanged names at this point?’”

“Uh … No!” she surprised herself by her emphatic reply.  “This would be a quick, anonymous fuck between strangers.   No names.  No commitments.”

He nodded in agreement.  “Of course.  That’s exactly how it would play out.”

Then he smiled.  Looking at that smile, she felt her knees miss.  She stumbled slightly.  He caught her arm.  Strong.  Confident, too.  It’s okay.  This will be fun.

His car was a silver sporty looking affair.  Car models weren’t her strong suit, but she was pretty sure that this one would be on her “can’t afford” list.  She was still with her college ride.  In the few months since she’d graduated she hadn’t been able to concentrate the effort required to get into a new set of wheels.

He held the passenger’s door open for her, but she stood back.   She wasn’t sure why until she heard her voice.

“You know,” she said, “if this were really a let’s-get-crazy-and-fuck story, you’d toss me the keys and say, ‘You drive so I can have my hands free to feel your tits.’”

He looked past her for a moment, pondering and then his eyes focused on her.  His smile widened slowly.

“And I would have said that because you would have peeled off your top and bra and said you were going to ride topless.”

There was no mistaking the challenge in his eyes.  In a moment her hands were finished unbuttoning her blouse.  She pulled the open garment out of her skirt’s waistband and flung it into the car along with her purse.  Then she reached around to unhook her bra. 

His eyes were locked on her breasts.  She knew her bra was clear almost before she felt the night air on her nipples.  The way his eyes widened as her bare tits came into view provided visual feedback as clearly as if she were standing in front of a mirror. 

She was very satisfied with her tits.  While they were in no danger of stopping traffic, each of them comprised a generous handful – and they were quite perky.  Best of all, they went nicely with the rest of her.  “Nicely proportioned” was the way she thought of her “girls”.

As he stood there rapt with the keys cupped in his half-outstretched hand, she was feeling a heightened exhilaration.  Noting the bulging condition of his pants did a lot to help that along.  She decided to up the ante.

“Actually, you’re only partly right.  You’d have given me the keys because I’d have said that I was going to ride naked.”

With that, she reached behind and unzipped the skirt and let it fall.  Immediately, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her pink bikini briefs and slid them down her thighs.  With an adroit alternate pumping of her legs she worked her panties down over her ankles while holding her eyes on him.  His eyes were on her crotch.  He was swaying slightly.  The fully shaved pussy gets them every time.

Standing in her pooled clothing she extended her hand.  He rallied and took a couple of steps toward her.  In slow motion, he deposited the keys in her hand.  His hitherto frozen expression spread into a smile.

“Can you drive stick?”

“I thought that was your job.”

As she started the engine her sidelong glance confirmed that he was not mesmerized enough with her nakedness to quell his apprehension at letting her drive his beloved chick magnet.  She had no doubt that that was the way he thought of his vehicle.

She clutched it and shifted into gear.  Thankfully, it responded smoothly.  Working the pedals in heels was something of a challenge, but she’d done tougher things while sporting four inch spikes.   These work heels weren’t going to be much of a problem.  The seat was another matter.

Memo to self:  If you’re planning on driving naked, don’t buy a car with leather seats.

As she moved her legs to manipulate the pedals she became aware of the moisture from her pussy.  Apparently he wasn’t the only one getting excited as she performed her strip tease in the parking lot.  Question:  Does pussy juice stain leather?

He was turned in his seat watching her.  She sensed his relaxing as she competently marched through the gears, sending the car humming down the highway.  A new thrill was running through her as she appreciated the performance of the powerful machine under her control.

“Wow, this is one phat ride,” she exalted.

He grinned broadly.

“Do you have any idea how fast you’re going?”

A glance at the speedometer, then, “Oh, shit.”

She let up on the gas abruptly.  No, officer, I don’t know what happened to my clothes.  They must have blown off.

The rest of the drive was completed at more sedate speeds as he gave directions and she guided the car to their destination.  The engine grumbled disconsolately as she rolled into the driveway of his new-looking townhouse.  The garage door opened when he touched a button on the overhead console and in they rolled.

Only her purse and shoes accompanied her into his house.  Setting the purse down, she checked out his crib.  Definitely a bachelor pad.  The second floor looked like an open loft, leaving the dramatic, two story space in which they stood.  The furnishings were bold and modern.  Leather, chrome and wood grain wherever you looked.  No sign of a woman’s touch – and that’s a good thing.

Her came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her and pressed his body against hers.  His hands went to her breasts, not quite succeeding in covering them.  As she felt him press against her she wondered how he had managed to get his shirt off so quickly. 

She covered his hands with hers and let her head lull back on his shoulder.  He took the hint and lowered his lips to her neck.  She noted that her recent decision to trim her thick, dark tresses to off-shoulder length facilitated lip access.  It turned out to be a very convenient hairdo at a time like this.

One of his hands slipped free of hers.  It wasted no time finding the lips of her pussy.  His fingers stroked them lightly before seeking entry.  She leaned back against him and attempted to open her legs wider.  Success.  She felt his digits open her and steal inside to her welcoming wetness.

Between the fondling of her breast and the stroking of her pussy, she felt her passion building.  She moved in response to his ministrations.  His hard cock was probing her ass from inside his pants.  She decided she wanted that out where it could be put to good use.

Turning in his arms, she caused him to relinquish both her tits and pussy.  For her part, she slipped her arms up between them, palms on his chest.  She appreciated the definition of his pecs as she engaged his mouth in a little mutual face chewing.  They continued to writhe against each other, heightening the mood.

Finally, she used her hands to push back from him.  His hands came to rest on the small of her back.  He was watching her face for direction through lust-clouded eyes.  Both were breathing heavily.

Still leaning back, her hands traveled swiftly down his abdomen to the waistband of his pants.  She dropped her eyes to that region as her hands went to work on his belt buckle.

As his pants came open, he relaxed his grip on her to let her step back.  Letting the pants drop, she pulled open the elastic of his shorts and fished out her prize.  It was swollen and rigid – just the way she liked it.

She looked up into his eyes with a bright smile as she let go of his cock and slipped both of her thumbs into his waistband.  Then in one motion she went down on one knee, dragging his shorts with her.  Watching his face was amusing as his expression went from watchful lust to surprised eagerness. 

Without losing her hold on his eyes, she resumed her grip on his member.  Finding her other knee, she lowered her mouth to his hard-on with her eyes still focused upward.  His expression morphed once more – this time to determined concentration.  His hands enclosed her head. 

Acquiescing to his unspoken desire, she pumped her mouth slowly on his cock then paused to swish her tongue over his glans.  His eyes glazed as the sensation coursed into his brain.  His grip on her head tightened.

Tasting his precum, she decided he may be too close to climax.  She didn’t want to lose him before he satisfied her.  Time to take this to the next stage.

She pulled her mouth off his cock and broke his grip on her head.  His look of disappointment was precious.  She held onto his rigid tool but used her other hand to grasp one of his forearms to draw him down.  Still gazing into her eyes, he obediently sank to his knees.  As he reached her level she gradually lay back on the floor without relinquishing his cock.  She kept her crotch close to him as she lay spread-legged before him.  Taking a hint from her gentle stroking of his cock, he lowered himself over her.  Supporting himself on one arm, his other hand sought her cunt.  His finger required only a few seconds to confirm what she already knew – she was ready for him.

He retrieved his finger and began lowering himself purposefully over her.  Their eyes never left each other as she guided his cock into her.   Feeling his cockhead between her lips, he thrust experimentally.  She let her hips rock back as she caught her breath.  Another thrust and she let go of his cock in favor of placing both her hands on his waist.  A slight withdraw then a longer, more insistent thrust.  One more withdraw, then a pause.  Her breath hissed through her open mouth.  Her bright eyes urged him on.

Another push and their crotches ground together.  She felt him fully inside her.   Looping her legs behind him, she applied a gentle pressure to encourage him to fuck her.  As if waiting for that signal, he began to move inside her. 

Withdrawing a little he moved in a circular motion.  His cock rimmed her cunt before making a short stroke in and out.  Then he repeated the pattern.  She decided she liked what he was doing and began to move her hips in a circle counter to his direction.  That caught her clit repeatedly.  The sensation made her want more.

Her legs and hips worked with increased urgency.  She wanted him to stroke faster, harder.  Still staring into his eyes she no longer registered any discrete view.   She was only aware of his head bobbing in her field of vision as he thrust into her.

Her arousal built then faltered.  Frantically, she attempted to regain her footing on the spiral climb to her climax.  She missed her rhythm and shifted her hips as he continued to thrust steadily, unmindful of her need.  Then her clit signaled that she had found the angle where his thrusting had its greatest effect.  She was on her way again.

Suddenly, he hitched and stopped pumping.  With a gasp he thrust completely into her, stiffened and then to began shudder.  He was delivering his load deep within her.  He was over and she wasn’t!  God, no!

As groans of fulfillment escaped from him, she doggedly pursued her own pelvic thrusts trying to maintain her momentum.  Finally, he began to respond, picking up his thrusts again.  She couldn’t see his dazed expression through her unfocused eyes.  Her whole universe now consisted of the space occupied by the junction between his cock and her cunt.  All of her energy was concentrated on getting him to …

Her climax burst over her unexpectedly.  She announced its arrival with staccato screams.  He heard them but she did not.  Nor did she see him start with surprise, her eyes being tightly shut by this time.  He had to hold on as she bucked and thrust against his cock.  Her legs and cunt muscles held him tightly to her as her orgasm ran its course.

As she relaxed, they settled down together.  When their breathing had slowed sufficiently and she felt his weight partially raise off her, she opened her eyes.  His wan smile of satisfaction worked for her.  After gazing at it for a few moments, she reached for his head and drew his face down for a kiss.  He offered some tongue and she accepted.

Her sensual inventory told her that his cock was softening in her and their mingled fluids were drooling from her cunt.  The carpet she was lying on was sufficiently soft and padded that she was pretty comfortable under the weight of his body.  Best of all the tingling in her body in the aftermath of a four-alarm orgasm left her pleasantly sleepy.  Overall, she was a pretty happy camper.  She could be open to doing this again.  But would that mean the game was over?  Is this down to exchanging phone numbers?  No, she couldn’t lose this.

When the kiss was over she expressed her approval to her partner.

“That was very nice.”  Then she added, “I hope the next guy who picks me up fucks me like that.”

“The next guy?”  His look was somewhere between quizzical and apprehensive.

“Well, sure.  How can I be with a guy who only knows me as a cheap slut who’ll leave a bar with just anybody, no names given?”

The apprehension in his expression moved toward distress.   Then there was a rally.

“You’re right.  This was a quick tumble in the hay between a couple of strangers.  Better we leave it that way.”

As she gazed at his resolute expression it was her turn to feel apprehension.   Then his eyes twinkled ever so slightly.

“But I have a suggestion.”  He lay back down on her and slipped his hands under her shoulders so that their faces were as close as possible.   They both had difficulty not smiling.

“Do you?”

His idea was very like hers.

She took her first sip of her second drink and tried to look casual as she glanced over in his direction again.  He was looking at her.  She quickly turned her head back to her companions.

She had been playing eye tag with this guy for maybe 20 minutes.  Enough already.  If he doesn’t make the move soon, I’m going to …  He was crossing the room to her.

“Hi, my name’s Ed.  What’s yours?”

Yes, they were very nice hazel eyes.  And the way that dirty blonde wave skimmed his forehead …  He also has a very nice cock.  Oops, we’re ahead of ourselves.

“I’m Carla.  Nice to meet you, Ed.”

Ed?  She wouldn’t have guessed that.

 “So, what do you do when you’re not here?”

He turned out to be a pretty good conversationalist … and funny, too.  In a torrent of talk over what turned out to be nearly an hour they exposed their lives to each other.  She had warmed to a glow by the time he finally took advantage of a lull to suggest dinner.  But she shook her head.

Setting down her drink, she took both his hands.

“If you don’t mind,” she began shyly with her eyes downcast, “I’d like you to take me home and fuck me. I think I’m ready.”

He used a finger to lift her chin so that she was looking into his eyes.

“That’s okay with me.  I feel like we know each other well enough for that.”

END