Before I start, this is the first time that I have really set out to write an erotic story with the intent of sharing it with people. Please be somewhat gentle. This is only the first part. I apologize for its length, but I want to tell a story, not just write a sex scene. Please reply to me in some way...let me know what you think. It might have some typos or grammatical errors, but I'd chicken out of I proofread too much. If you like it, though, I'll continue the story. Thanks!
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The air in the bar was thick with ever-present smoke. My eyes water slightly as the man next to me carelessly blows his smoke right in front of me as I take a sip from my warming beer. Disgusted, I stand, and make my way towards the door. As I slowly make my way through the crowd, I spot a woman sitting at the corner of the bar. She sits, head down, staring at a mixed drink of some sort. Even through the haze, I can see tears dripping from her cheeks.
Instead of leaving, I drag the heavy barstool next to her out from underneath the bar. Being somewhat shy myself, I simply sit next to her for a few moments. Even through the din of the crowd, I can hear the woman sniffling. I glance at her out of the corner of my eye, and see her wipe her eyes with the heels of her hands. I sigh. I’ve always had a problem seeing women cry. I think frantically, trying to come up with something that will cheer the woman up. I motion to the bartender, and he walks over.
“Bass, right?” the man asks?
“And one of what she has,” I reply.
The bartender walks off and I glance over at the woman. She is looking at me, and my heart skips a beat as I realize this. I turn myself on the stool to look over at the woman. Though her cheeks are tearstained and her eyes red, she is beautiful. Her long dark brown hair falls over her shoulders, framing an oval face. Her eyes are blue like the sky on a winter morning. Her cheekbones are high, and her lips are full and red. They part, and close again, as if the woman is searching for something to say. She leans over, her mouth close to my ear.
“Thanks,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. “I could use another.” The woman leans back and takes the last sip of her drink as the bartender places our fresh drinks in front of us.
I simply smile at the woman, still somewhat unnerved by her beauty. To hide my discomfort, I sip my beer and look the woman over again. She’s tall , I think to myself. I’m six feet, two inches. She is at least six feet with no shoes on. Though I didn’t notice when I first saw her, the woman had a Rubenesque figure. Wide hips, and a curved bottom. She had a slight belly, which was topped by a rather large bosom. She was wearing a V-neck blouse, black with long sleeves. Her hands were delicate, with long fingers, and crimson painted nails. She wore simple, faded blue jeans, and some sort of Doc Marten-like boots.
The woman looks back at me as I look at her. I notice her watching me, jump slightly and avert my eyes. I faintly hear her giggle as I turn away.
“You can look,” she says. “At least someone seems to appreciate it.”
I look back at her, my tongue tied. I simply nod, and sip my beer again. I simply came to the bar after work for a quick beer, and stumble on the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. If she has a brain in that head, I’m in real trouble , I think to myself.
“I’m sorry,” I begin. “I was leaving, but...and I know this sounds cheesy...but I saw you sitting here all alone and couldn’t help but come over.”
I blush slightly as I say this, and quickly take a sip of my beer to try to cover. She notices me redden, and she laughs again.
“A man that blushes! I didn’t think they made those anymore!”
“We’re a dying breed,” I laugh.
We sit in silence for a few more moments, slowly sipping our drinks. Suddenly, we both speak at the same time. We share another laugh, and I wait for her to speak.
“Want to get out of here?” she asks?
I nod. The woman takes my hand and leads me out of the door of the bar. As we walk down the street, we chat.
It turns out that Marie was stood up for a blind date. She seemed to think that it was because of her height or her weight or both. She had been getting ready to leave when I sat next to her and ordered the drink.
“I’m glad you didn’t leave, Marie,” I said. “Things have been dull. Its nice to meet someone new for once.”
We walk a causal pace, and talk of current events and the changing of the weather. I find myself thrilled to be speaking Marie. As I feared, she is smart. We trade jibes as we walk, and laugh loudly, delighting in one another’s company.
Marie leads me to her apartment. We stand at the doorway into her building, and I find myself regretting leaving her here. She seems to struggle with the same thing, but from what I know of her so far, she isn’t the type to invite a complete stranger up to her apartment. Its fine by me, though, being somewhat of a romantic myself.
“I had a great time, John,” she says, taking my other hand in hers. “I would really love to do this again.”
I simply stare. Of course I want to see her again. I simply cannot make my mouth move. As I stand there, gaping like a fish of water, I see Marie frown.
“I do!” I blurt out, finally able to make my mouth cooperate.
She smiles, and so do I.
“How about tomorrow morning?” she asks. “We can make a day of it.”
I nod and smile. She grins back, and we embrace.
The whole time I had been with her, I hadn’t thought about anything sexual. Holding her in my arms was a different story. Her large bosom presses against my chest as she hugs me. I can smell her perfume, a faint scent of lilac. My heart races. I know at that instant, silly and impossible as it sounds, that I was in love.
I walk away from the apartment building, back towards the bar where my car is parked. As if in a daze, I unlock my car, and drive home.
I wake early in the morning. I’m so nervous I can’t eat. I throw some casual clothes on, and sit patiently on the couch waiting for eleven o’clock to roll around. I think back on the dream I had about Marie last night. It was vivid, and I feel slightly embarrassed by it. Normally, I don’t find myself having extremely explicit dreams about some I have just met, but Marie was something different. Marie was special to me already.
Like most of my sexual dreams, this one was somewhat disjointed. It started in what seemed to be the middle of a day being spent with her. Also, like most of my dreams, she was more aggressive than women I meet normally turn out to be. We sat in her apartment on her couch, watching a movie. All of the sudden, Marie stands, and sits down in my lap. The weight of her beautiful body presses me into the couch as she leans over a kisses me. It is as if she were starving, as if she had never been kissed before. Her tongue flashes into my mouth, caresses my lips, and strokes my tongue. I can feel my member growing against the fabric of my boxer shorts. My heart pounds as my hands slide up Marie’s sides, over her back, and down over her bottom.
She breathes heavily as she stands, and takes a few steps back. She removes the outfit she was wearing. The blouse drops to the floor, and she reaches behind her to unfasten her bra. It too drops to the floor, and her beautiful breasts fall free. Her large nipples are already erect, and her chest is flushed from excitement. She quickly tugs her pants down over her wide hips, and quickly removes her panties.
She stands before me, and my blood thunders in my veins. My eyes strain to drink in the sight of her. She stands in the living room, looking like some sculpture of a Greek or Roman beauty. Her skin is milky white, and her hair falls around her, long, dark, and lush. She walks towards me with purpose, and nearly rips my shirt from my torso. Hastening to undress, I fumble with my belt buckle, and I finally free my self from the confines of my pants. After removing my boxers, my erect manhood pops up. It glistens with precum already, and I watch as Marie stares at it hungrily. She kneels down in between my legs, and takes my member in her hand, stroking it gently. She lowers her mouth around it and caresses it with her tongue. Her other hand slowly strokes my balls, and tugs on them slightly.
I struggle not to enjoy the feeling too much, wanting to make it last. Seeming to sense this, Marie releases my cock from her mouth. She stands up on the edge of the couch, and lowers herself down onto my manhood. The head of my penis slides slowly in between her wet lips. There she stops, with my head just slightly resting inside of her. I move as if to thrust my hips upwards, but she pushes me back into the couch. Slowly, she sinks down to a sitting position in my lap, my penis fully enveloped within the folds of her womanhood. My head lolls back on the couch as she rides me, impaled on my member. My hands rise to find her breasts. I tease her nipples as she grinds against me, and she lets out a soft moan of appreciation. I lower one of my hands to her pussy, and rub her clit as she fucks me. She moans even louder, her breath coming in gasps.
Though I don’t hear it in my dream, I tell her that I’m going to cum. She smiles at me, and grinds against me with even more force. I clutch at her waist as I orgasm. Unable to even breathe, I shake and shiver as it passes through me. If being electrocuted could be pleasurable, this is what it would feel like. Finally, feeling as though all moisture from my body has left me, my orgasm subsides. My hands fall limp against Marie’s legs. I look at Marie, and she sits smiling, looking triumphant.
“That one was yours. The next one is mine,” she says grinning playfully.