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I didn’t write this story -- I’m only posting it. If you like this story,
please read the author’s disclaimer at the bottom.

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*The First Time*

She entered the bar where he was sitting at the counter, drinking cognac. When
he noticed her, he quickly downed his drink and got up to move. His movements
were a bit unsteady. She put her hand on his arm to stop him, and asked him
where he was going. He just looked at her, a combination of self-loathing and
shame (at her seeing him drowning his sorrows in a glass most likely), and
walked off towards the bathroom. She admired the smooth line of his back and
ass (the curve of his spine and ass was heaven unbound and unparalleled), and
turned to the bartender with her sexiest smile. He immediately asked her what
she wanted, and she reached into her pocket and pulled out the money she'd
gotten earlier from pawning her engagement ring. Peeling off a hundred dollar
bill, she placed it onto the counter, and asked for the "Out of Order" sign
for the bathroom. He look amused, but handed it to her. She then proceeded to
peel off another five bills, all hundreds. She held them in front of him, and
told him that the bathroom was off-limits until they both came out. He nodded,
and she took the sign.

She placed the sign on the handle, and went in. She scanned the room quickly
(not hard -- there was a toilet, a sink, and a mirror), and closed the door,
turning the lock behind her. He was at the sink, rinsing his face with cool
water, when he turned and saw her.

He told her to go, and she refused. He asked her to go, and she again refused.
When he tried to move her, she held her ground, and told him that they weren't
leaving until he admitted he was crazy about her. After a few useless
arguments, he admitted that hell, yeah, he was, but he wasn't stupid enough to
do anything about it. He called her all sorts of names -- foolish, crazy,
insane, but all it did was heighten their awareness of each other. Without
warning, he pulled her into his arms. His lips descended onto hers furiously
and angrily, but the anger only lasted a moment. Soon there was passion in
every brush of his lips on hers. He traced her lips with his tongue,
half-expecting her to pull away. He certainly didn't expect her to open her
mouth and begin using her tongue to explore HIS mouth.

Without thinking of where they were (his mind was on other matters), he
stopped trying to pull her away from the door and pushed her up against it
while he used one hand to hold her head, and began using the other one to cup
her breast. When she leaned into him, he took it the next step and began
unbuttoning her blouse. To his surprise, she wasn't wearing a bra (which was
something he should have realised while he was caressing her breasts through a
silk shirt).

She pressed against him, and was startled to feel her bare chest against his
bare chest. Somewhere, she must have unbuttoned his shirt, although she could
not recall doing so. When he lowered his head to begin suckling at her
breasts, she used one hand to burrow through his silken hair and hold it to
her, while using the other one to explore his neck and shoulders, alternately
sliding in, over and under the shirt he still half-wore.

She moved closer to him, and was pleasantly surprised to find he was rock-hard
and ready for her. She began to pull away from the door, and edge him closer
to the sink, which was waist-high (for him, anyways). She pulled his head back
up to hers, and this time she initiated a kiss that was at the same time both
brutal and tender. Following her obvious leading, he leaned her back against
the ceramic glass sink. The cold ceramic against through the silk of her shirt
caused her already taut nipples to go diamond-hard. When her hands went to the
fly of his jeans he tried to brush them away, and would have told her that now
was neither the time nor the place, but she silenced him with yet another
kiss. Then it was her turn. She ducked her head slightly (not having to do so
much because her nose was dead-on with his collarbone), and did to his nipples
what he had done to hers. She heard him suck his breath in when she bit down
lightly on one of them, and his mind was so preoccupied with what she was
doing to his chest that he didn't notice her hands unzipping his fly. By the
time he came back to his senses (for a moment anyways), his jeans were already
half-way down his thighs.

He would have pulled back even then, but then she reached down the front of
his boxers and was holding onto him with her hands. She explored him with her
hands until she heard him curse, and slide his hands up under the short skirt
she wore. She knew he would be pleasantly surprised to realise she wore
nothing under the skirt.

That was the finishing point for him. He lifted her, with his hands under her
ass, and set her on the sink. He allowed her to push his boxers down just far
enough for him to be fully extended. Only for a moment was she frightened --
she hadn't gone this far in her head, and hadn't realised how big it would
actually be. But she allowed the feeling to sweep her along, and opened her
legs wider to accomodate him.

He barely entered her when both their worlds exploded. It seemed that the
events that had taken place beforehand had made sure that the wouldn't take
very long to be completely fulfilled. He immediately felt the shame at having
taken her for their first time in the bathroom of a bar, but when he would
have pulled out of her and turned away, she quickly used her long legs to wrap
them around his waist and keep him inside of her.

She was smiling a Cheshire cat smile of pure satisfaction. He was astonished
to realise that he was already growing hard again. This time their passion was
a little slower, but it was still fire all the way. This time when they
reached their passion, he could hear the mewling sounds she made deep in her
throat, and all shame was erased at the thought that he had pleased her so
much that -- when they were finished and he had, exhausted, allowed his head
to drop and rest against her neck -- she let her head fall back, and he heard
the contented purring sound coming from deep within her throat.

_____

This story is part of a larger collection, many having to do with the two
people envisioned in this. If you would be interested in reading more stories
along these lines, please let the author know. This story has a 1997 copyright
on it. Please do not post this story on pay sites. You can post it on a free
site provided that this disclaimer is attached in it’s entirety. If you want
to make a comment on the story, request further “adventures” or other works by
this author, or offer story advice, drop a line to ekhaya@hotmail.com and I’ll
respond ASAP.

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