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Bathroom Adventure Ch. 01

By: crzyfemme18



Sara sat at the end of the bar and looked at the crowd. It was a Friday night and the bar was packed. Sara was lucky she had been able to snag a seat on the end of the counter and it gave her a good view of the rest of the room. Sara had only moved to town a month ago and she came to this bar because it was halfway between her job and her apartment, and made perfect White Russians. She stopped in a few times a week to relax after work. She also stopped in because she wasn't crazy about going home to an empty apartment. Sara hadn't made any good friends yet, and she was lonely.

Sara hoped that some day someone might approach her. She didn't think it would really happen but she hoped. She was plain looking and a little heavy. Sara wore a size 16 and was 5 foot 7. She had her hair cut in layers just past her shoulders and it was a rich chocolate brown color and she had bright blue eyes. The way she held herself made her seem unattractive and unapproachable. Her friends had often told her that if she tried harder she could be very pretty. Sara knew that she wasn't fat, but she was large and men only wanted skinny girls. So every night Sara went home, alone, and fantasized. She hadn't had a lover in over two years. She had been engaged before that but caught her fiancée with another lover the night before their wedding. To make it worse, his lover had been the best man. She thought this said it all about her relationships. She had very low self esteem and blamed herself for what went wrong. She had never had a lot of sex, but she liked it and missed it. 

What Sara hadn't noticed while observing the customers in the bar, was that every time she was there a man in the bar that watched her. He even followed her home a few times and watched her building. He knew the color of her eyes, what her usual drink was and the kind of perfume she wore. At night he would fantasize about her, putting her in different situations and positions. He wanted to make her come out of her shell. He had the feeling that if she could just let herself, she could be amazing.

On Saturday night Sara sat at home for a while before deciding to go out. She hated going out alone but sitting home by herself was even worse. She dressed up a little, in a nice skirt and shirt and then did her makeup. When she looked in the mirror she decided she was no where near stunning but she thought she looked ok. As Sara left her building she noticed a car parked across the street. The windows were tinted but it looked like there was someone inside. She shrugged to herself and thought maybe they were waiting for someone, but as she walked to her car she couldn't help but think she had seen that car before though she couldn't figure out where. As she drove to the bar, Sara forgot all about the car and never noticed that it followed her. She went inside and ordered her usual drink. Once again she sat at the end bar sipping her drink while she watched everyone around her. She envied the couples who were dancing close and could imagine them after they left the bar having drunken, wild sex. It seemed to Sara that she was obsessed with sex. She thought about it all the time, she could picture others doing it and she would get depressed over her lack of sex. It looked like there were a lot more couples in the bar than there usually was, in fact it seemed like everyone there was part of a couple. She began to get depressed and had almost decided to leave when she saw him.

He was tall, taller than most of the men in the bar. He had long brown hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. He looked like a European business man to Sara. He had broad shoulders, and an athletic build. He looked as if he had muscles under his tailored suit. He was staring openly at her and look in his eyes made Sara feel as if she wasn't wearing any clothes. She felt herself getting wet and her nipples hardening just from him looking at her. 

His gaze never wavered and she began to blush. He found it enticing and was becoming uncomfortably hard. He could see her nipples pushing out through the thin fabric of her shirt. She looked so innocent and confused. He could feel the blood pulsing through his groin. He never took his eyes off her. She was wonderful to look at and in his mind he was imagining her naked under him.

She could not make herself look away from him. She could feel hot liquid beginning to drip slowly down the inside of her leg. She had never been this aroused before and had never felt anything close to this even during the most amazing sex she ever had. Which she had to admit, once she thought about it, wasn't really that great. The man who was watching her stood up and moved carefully across the room toward her. As he got near her, Sara's pulse sped up. She sat up straighter and waited for him. Then he walked right past her. At first she was shocked and embarrassed, but then something registered in her mind. He had trailed his fingers along her arm as he went past. She looked after him and saw him entering the men's room. 

Before he was all the way in the man looked back at her. He was sure that she would be watching after she felt his touch. Her eyes were glazed and her skin was pink. He could only imagine what was going through her mind but he was well aware of what was going through his. She stood up as the door shut behind him and he knew she would follow him.

She reached the door and was almost afraid to open it. She knew he wanted her to go after him and she wanted anything he had to offer. She felt as if she would die if something didn't happen soon. As she began to turn the knob she realized what she was about to do. She was actually going into a men's room in a bar with a stranger who had been ogling her like she was naked. And at that point she didn't care. She opened the door and quickly slid inside before she lost her nerve. 

The lights were off and she couldn't see anything. Sara felt an arm reach across her and heard the click of the lock. She opened her mouth to say something but didn't know what to say, so she shut her mouth again. Her throat was dry and she doubted she would be able to say anything even if she knew what to say. Her eyes began adjusting to the darkness and she could make out the shape of the man in front of her. He moved closer to her and pressed his body against hers, pinning her against the door. Sara couldn't breath. She heard him laugh quietly as he felt her reaction.

He couldn't help himself. Her reaction was amusing. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest and could sense her muscles tightening. Her breath hitched, and then stopped altogether, as he leaned down as if to kiss her. He bypassed her mouth and began to kiss her neck, first lightly and then harder, until he was biting her neck and leaving marks. He tried to pay attention to how she was responding. He didn't want to scare her off. He wanted her to enjoy it. 

Sara had never liked being bitten, or even getting hickeys before but she found herself moaning as she felt the teeth in her neck. She arched her back to get even closer to the man in front of her. He was already pressed against her and she could feel his erection against her stomach. He was much taller than she had thought at first. He was slowly moving from her neck down toward her chest. He wasn't touching her yet but she wished he would. Suddenly he bit down on her nipple through her clothes. Her breath caught in her throat again and she couldn't think anymore. She began to run her hands over him pushing herself against him even more. Sara had never been like this with any man before.

He finally unbuttoned her shirt and she shivered at his touch. He pushed the shirt aside and her bra followed. She was now standing against the door with her chest bared and a stranger's mouth on her. She couldn't even feel embarrassed. Sara had never been comfortable with someone, anyone, seeing her without clothes, or something to cover herself with. Suddenly he pushed her skirt up to her waist and pushed his hand down her panties. She was dripping wet and the heat was intense. He could smell her scent in the small room and a surge of blood pumped through his cock. 

Sara could feel him pulsing against her. She couldn't even feel embarrassed. Sara had never been comfortable with someone, anyone, seeing her without clothes, or something to cover herself with. She pulled at his belt, impatient, trying to free him. As his cock sprung free she wrapped her hand around him and heard him sigh. 

Her hands were warm and tight around him. She began to stroke him slowly, but with a firm grip and he almost came right there. Sara pushed him back, suprising him. He thought she was trying to get away from him at first. She then dropped to her knees in front of him and he groaned as he felt her mouth on his steel hard on. Sara's mouth was wet and hot and knew how to suck. He gripped her head and pumped his cock into her mouth, forcing her to take him deeper. He loved the feel of her lips wrapped around him. It was better than he imagined. He stopped her before she could finish him and pulled her up.

Sara didn't want to stop sucking his dick. She had never felt so alive or so horny in her life. As he forced himself down her throat she thought she might cum right there. She had never been big on blow jobs but she was loving this one. She took him deeper than she had taken anyone else. Then he pulled her away. Sara felt herself being pulled to her feet. He guided her over to the counter and boosted her up onto it. She suddenly had the vague thought about how dirty the counter probably was, but that made her even more excited. What she was doing was dirty and wrong, so it seemed fitting. Her legs opened as he ran his hands up her thighs. He pushed them open a little farther and she could feel his breath on the inside of her thighs and then her pussy. He hooked one finger on the edge of the panties and simply moved them to the side and lightly licked her. Sara's head fell back and her breath quickened. She was so hot already that she could feel the orgasm building. He spread her lips and his tongue darted in and tasted her. She pushed her pussy closer to him and humped his face. She felt like she was about to explode. Sara wrapped her legs around his head and gripped the edge of the counter.

He thought he had never tasted anything so good in his life. He wanted to bury his face in her for the rest of his life. He licked and tasted her and wanted to suck all the juice out and then mine for more. He sucked on her clit and then bit it gently while he flicked it with his tongue. Suddenly her legs locked around his head and she shouted as she came. Dimly he thought that they were lucky that it was loud in the bar so no one would here them. The flood of liquid the erupted from her coated her face and he wasn't sure if he could hold out much longer. 

Sara's head was spinning as the orgasm hit her. His mouth was amazing and she hoped he would never stop. When he stood up she was disappointed at first. He pulled her off the counter and turned her around, pushing her to lean on the counter. Sara could feel him at her back and then felt his cock rubbing up and down her opening. She was very wet, and very tight from the orgasm. She felt him push himself in. Sara called out again as he entered her. No one had ever filled her up as much as he did. She felt so full and he was so big it was on the verge of being painful. He pushed himself all the way in and then slowly withdrew. She felt as if he was pulling her insides out with him as he pulled out. Sara was so tight she thought he might get stuck in her. Then, when just the tip of his cock was inside her, he shoved back in and made her cried out. Though it was almost painful, even more so with each violent thrust, she enjoyed every moment of it. The pain was blurring with the intense pleasure she was feeling, that was building up to another orgasm. 

He could not control himself after he entered her. The heat enveloped him and he began thrusting as hard as he could, trying to get as far in as possible before pulling out. Her cries with each stroke just drove him on even more. She was tight but very wet and fit around him perfectly. He thought it must hurt at least a little bit but he couldn't stop himself, and she made no move to stop him. In fact she pushed back against him as he thrust in her. As she tightened around him and screamed with her second orgasm he had to fight himself not to let go. He didn't want it to end yet. He pulled out, with her pussy contacting around him as if milking him, to calm himself enough to continue. She pushed her hips back against him as he left her and rubbed against him. She was making whimpering sounds as she ground her hips into his groin. He had to bit his lip to distract himself. 

She wanted more. Sara felt empty as he pulled out of her and tried to encourage him to enter her again. She could feel his erection against her ass and knew he wasn't finished. Her pussy ached and she could feel herself moaning and making helpless noises. His fingers pushed inside her and she groaned in contentment. His thumb circles her engorged clit and his long fingers slowly stroked at her g-spot, which she hadn't even known really existed. Already she could feel the tightening in her groin from the building orgasm. As she got closer to coming she felt him roughly pinching her nipples with his other hand. The pain was exquisite. The orgasm hit her in waves and she would have fallen if it wasn't for his arm around her.

As she went stiff as the orgasm hit her he lined his cock up with the puckered hole of her ass and pushed in. She was so wet, and so relaxed, that he could slide right in. He went slowly and felt her stiffen as he pushed in but she relaxed and he took that as permission to continue. One of his hands kept tweaking her hard nipples and the other stroked her pussy. He went slowly at first but soon began to build up rhythm and speed. She was bucking against him as he fucked her; moaning and crying out wordlessly. 

Sara had never had anal sex before and she'd had no idea it would feel so good. If she had known what she was missing, Sara would have tried it long ago. Her legs were weak from the earlier orgasms but she still wanted more. Her body felt used the best way possible. As he fucked her she couldn't control herself. She felt wild and pushed back to meet him and force him deeper inside her. She had never been like this. Sara had always been conservative during sex before; she had always been afraid that she would do something wrong and the person would not want to sleep with her again. She felt his movements become erratic and then he thrust into her deeper and harder than before and exploded. She could feel the hot jets of his cum inside her, as if it were liquid fire. His fingers kept their rhythm on her clit until she came one last time, with him still inside her. The contractions milked the last of his cum from his spent member. She could feel him softening inside her. He pulled out with a wet sucking sound. She dropped her head to the counter and tried to catch her breath. Sara was glad the counter was there to support her since she wasn't sure she could stand unaided. Her legs felt like rubber and were shaking. Her whole body was shaking. 

He felt as if he was turned inside out. He had never cum that hard before. Sara felt amazing and was so responsive. She was an amazing lover and he was already planning what to do next time. She was limp and breathing heavy as she rested her forehead on the counter. Even in the dark, even after this tryst she was still the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He looked at the lines of her body, the way her hips curved out. She looked like Greek statue almost. She was plump and curved in all the right places. Her skin glistened with sweat and looked soft and inviting. When he had touched her he had relished the way his fingers sank in just a bit, giving him something to hold. He pulled his pants back up and fixed his shirt and smoothed back his hair. He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on her ass and then unlocked the door and left. 

Sara felt him moving around behind her and then felt his lips on her ass. She didn't realize he was leaving until she heard the door open. Sara stood up and quickly yanked her clothes back into place. She switched on the light and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was slightly messed up and her skin was flushed and damp. She decided she looked as if she had just had amazing sex; which she had. She tried to fix her hair and splashed some cool water on her face. Sara took a deep breath and when she started to open the door she was afraid everyone would notice. She was walking funny too. Her legs didn't seem to work very well and she was afraid they might give out on her before she could make it to her car. She opened the door a crack and peeked out. There was nobody in the hallway so she slid out of the room and casually into the main bar, through the crowd of people, and out the front door. When she had made it to her car and sat down she took a deep breath and the thoughts started popping up in her head. She had just had sex in a bar bathroom with a complete stranger. She had no idea who he was or anything about him. Neither of them had said anything the whole time. She was surprised at the thought that they had not been interrupted. A glance at her watch showed they were in there for at least forty five minutes. Also she realized she had been screaming and was mortified that someone might have heard her. Sara started her car and drove home slowly. She couldn't concentrate on the road and almost got in an accident a few times.

Bathroom Adventure Ch. 02



When Sara got home she jumped in the shower and turned the water on as hot as she could stand it. She stood under the spray and let the hot water pound her body, turning her skin pink. She adjusted the water to a more tolerable temperature and pulled out the soap to scrub away the lingering scent of sex and the sweat that coated her body. As she washed, scenes from her encounter ran through her head like a movie. She started to get turned on by the replay in her mind and realized she was getting wet, and not from the shower. Sara shook her head and tried to put the images out of her mind. She washed from head to toe but she thought she could still feel everywhere that he had touched her. She dried off, combed out her hair and slid into a long night gown and tried to sleep. She tossed and turned all night and dreamed about having sex with strange men, in odd places. 

The man from the bar also went home and showered. He smiled to himself while he washed as he recounted what he had done. Sara had the softest skin that he could not wait to caress again. He could still taste her and thought the taste was amazing. If he could bottle it and sell it he would be a millionaire. She was the most arousing woman he had ever been with, and he had been with a considerable number of women in his time. Just thinking about her made him so hard it was almost painful. He too had trouble getting to sleep that night. When he dreamed, he dreamed of her and all the things he had in store for her. He planned on seeing her again, as much as he could. 

The next day Sara called her best friend, Marion. She lived across the country now, but they had been friends since second grade, and could talk about anything.

"You did what!" Marion yelled over the phone. Sara held the receiver away from her ear and flinched. Marion's voice was shriller over the phone than in real life.

"I met a guy in the bar last night," Sara said.

"And fucked him in the bar," Marion added. "And you don't know his name?"

"No. We didn't talk," Sara said. Now that she was relating the incident to someone else it seemed even tawdrier than she had thought. She was beginning to feel ashamed. "Mar, I really don't need a lecture. I feel bad enough about it," she said.

"I'm sorry. I know you must feel awful about doing something so dirty and sluttish. I'll stop now." Marion paused for a minute then said, "Was it good?"

Sara laughed and smiled into the phone. She could always count on Marion to make her feel better, after she made her feel worse. "Yes. It was amazing. I have never had better sex." 

"Well you haven't had any sex in a long time so it had better have been good. It would suck if you went this long, finally had sex, and then it was bad. Want to tell me details?"

"I don't know what to say. We did everything. And he was great. It happened so fast and I didn't have time to think about it while it was going on. I could hardly walk out of there."

"Wow. I think I'm going to start going to bars again. Maybe I can get some," Marion said, laughing. Sara said goodbye shortly after and they hung up, promising to talk again next week. 

Sara was in a good mood. She thought about Marion. Marion had always been svelte and blond. All through school she had had her pick of boyfriends. In fact Sara didn't think there had ever been a time that Marion was single after she had started dating in general. Sara had always been jealous of her. Next to Marion, Sara had always felt fat and unattractive. Sara stood in front of her mirror and turned this way and that, taking a good look at her self. If a man wanted her so much that he would lure her into a bathroom in a bar either she was prettier than she thought, or he was extremely desperate. But since he had tried to pleasure her she hoped it was the former choice. She looked in the mirror and thought about her body. She had always been larger but she didn't think she was fat. Her breasts were a good size and didn't sag; her butt was round but tight and didn't jiggle in a bad way. She didn't have any rolls or gross love handles on her sides. She was curvy. Her legs were long and looked good in skirts and her face was clear of acne and blemishes and had a nice, even skin tone. Her hair needed to be cut. It had no shape and was looking flat, but it had a good color. She decided to try out a new hair style and grabbed her phone to make an appointment.

The next day, after her hair cut she was admiring herself in the mirror again. She had gotten her hair cut shorter, in a bob, and the stylist had flipped the ends out. It looked very chic and flattered her face. She was happy with the results. As she looked at herself she wondered if the stranger would like it. She stopped herself then and wondered why she was thinking she would see him again. She wanted to see him again, but she doubted that she ever would. 

A week went by after what had happened in the bar. Sara went about her life as usual. She didn't realize that she had made some changes other than her hair style. Without thinking about it Sara was carrying herself differently, more confidently. She was also choosing clothes from her closet that were a little more flattering to her figure. The men in her office that had never really looked at her were paying attention now. Sara didn't notice. She tried to concentrate on her work during the day but she still drifted into a daydream occasionally about her sexual adventure. She would start to blush when she did this, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. At home she was restless and went out more often. She walked around the mall and around town if the weather was nice. She cleaned her apartment from top to bottom and cleaned out her old clothes, making a list of new things she needed. Sara did a lot of mindless chores because she could not stop thinking about the stranger. 

Friday, before work was over, one of the girls in the office stopped by her desk and asked if she wanted to go out with them that night. 

"Sure. Where are you going?" Sara asked the girl, whose name was Kim. 

"We usually stop at a little bistro and have dinner and then go to a bar that isn't to far from here. They have good music and a big dance floor. Not to mention the drinks are good, and Friday's between 10 and 1 ladies get half price drinks."

"Sounds great. What time should I meet you?"

"Meet us around 8, at the restaurant. It's on Eighth St. It's called Myles' Bistro."

"That's about two blocks from my apartment," Sara commented. 

"Well at least you won't have to worry about driving drunk. The bar is only two blocks away from the restaurant. Lucky you. I live about five miles out," Kim said with a laugh. Sara laughed too and they said goodbye, but Sara was distracted now. She knew where the bistro was and the only bar that was within two miles of it was the one she usually went to; the one where she had met the stranger. She tried to put it out of her mind and headed home.

Sara had never been out with the girls from the office and didn't know what to expect. She stood in front of her closet and tried to decide what would be appropriate to wear. She didn't want to look too uptight but also didn't want to be too casual. Myles' Bistro was a nice place. She decided she would wear one of her work skirts with a tank top and a sheer button down. It looked classy enough for the bistro but also fun enough for the bar.

Sara stood in front of the bistro. There were five girls from work, including Kim. Kim saw her through the window and waved at her to come in. She looked glad to see her. Sara smiled back and went in. Kim motioned to a chair across from her and proceeded to introduce her to everyone. 

"This is Sara. She works on my floor. Sara this is Nancy, she works upstairs, that is Christy, she works down in the mailroom, and there is Danielle, who works reception, and Mary from accounting," Kim said, going around the table. The other girls all waved or said hi and started talking about the menu.

During dinner they all chatted about work and the usual gossip. Sara joined in with the conversation and by the end of the meal she felt comfortable with them and was enjoying herself a lot. Danielle complemented Sara on her outfit and they all admired her haircut. Sara was relaxed and having a great time. They paid for their meal and walked the few blocks to the bar. As they got close to it Sara began to think about the stranger again. She had made it all the way through dinner without thinking about him. The girls noticed that she got quiet. 

"Is everything ok?" Kim asked. 

"Yes. Sorry. I was just daydreaming," Sara told them.

"About what?" Danielle asked. 

"About a guy I met in this bar," Sara said, laughing.

"When did you meet him?"

"Is he cute?"

"What's his name?"

The girls fired out the questions faster than she could answer them. They all laughed and Sara filled them in, leaving out the sex part.

"I kind of met a guy. He was looking at me in the bar. I don't know his name, we never talked. He is very cute though. God, he was perfect. I was just thinking about him. I want to see him again so I can maybe find out who he is," Sara said. They all laughed some more and went inside.

The bar was surprisingly crowded for the early hour. The music was loud and the drinks were flowing. A few patrons seemed to already be drunk. The girls got their drinks and found a table on the side of the dance floor. Sara looked around the bar to see if she could spot him. When Sara didn't see him she was disappointed but soon forgot about it as she and the other girls drank and danced and flirted with the men in the bar. Men came up to all of them and a few even bought them drinks. The girls stayed at the bar until after 2. Kim and Danielle caught a cab since they both lived near each other. Mary drove the other two home because she hadn't had anything to drink for the last few hours. Sara walked herself home, only slightly drunk.

He had watched her all night. He saw her go to dinner and then back to the bar. He smiled as he thought about what she might be feeling about going back there. He hoped she would remember what they had done with more clarity. He knew she hadn't been back since that night, even though before she had gone two or three times a week. Once they had been inside for a while he went in too. He found a seat in the back of the bar and watched as they danced and flirted with the men. Sara was not acting like she used to. She was more open and seemed more attractive. He liked her new haircut. It framed her face and made her look more innocent. He had loved the way she looked before but he was glad she was being more outgoing. She looked like she was at ease with herself.

That night she had dreams about the stranger. They were intense and erotic and left her feeling unsatisfied. She woke up horny and frustrated. She had dreamed about what she had done and also about she wanted to do. It had depressed her that he hadn't been in the bar. Though, when she thought about it, she didn't know what she would have done if he had been, or even if he would want her again.

Saturday afternoon Sara went shopping. She picked up groceries and stopped in a store to look at lingerie. She didn't buy anything, just enjoyed looking. She headed home and found a package sitting in front of her door. There was no address or shipping label on it. It couldn't have come from FedEx, or UPS or the postal service. Sara wondered who had left it. Her arms were full and she pushed it inside with her foot. Sara put her groceries away and went about her normal routine before getting to the package. She got a drink and sat down on the couch with the package in front of her. She cut through the tape, lifted the flaps and just stared at the contents. She could see a set of black silk lingerie, including a garter belt, sitting on top of a pile of red silk. She pulled the underwear out of the box, running it through her hands. It was exactly like the set she had been admiring earlier, except when she looked at the panties she saw that they were crotch-less. Sara could not think of anyone who would be sending her something like this. Then she paused and thought about it again. There was one person she could imagine would send her lingerie. But she couldn't believe the stranger would send her anything, much less expensive lingerie. He didn't know where she lived anyway. At least she didn't think he did. Sara shook her head. That whole train of thought was ridiculous. She really needed to stop obsessing over him. It was a one time thing and she needed to move on. "Stop being stupid," she said to herself. She pulled the rest of the things from the package. The red silk was a shirt. It was a peasant blouse style with the long wide sleeves, with a wide neck line so that it rested on her shoulders. It flowed down over her curves and covered all the places that she considered to be her "trouble spots". There was also a black miniskirt and knee high leather boots with a three inch heel that zipped up the sides. In the very bottom of the box, under everything, there was a note.

"Get dressed and meet me at the bar on the corner of Third and Marshall."

Sara just stared at the note. She didn't know what to think. Part of her brain was telling her that it had to be the stranger. Who else would do this or say something like that. The other half of her brain was telling her she was crazy and that it just wasn't possible. She began to run her fingers idly over the material. The silk was so smooth and she picked up the shirt to rub it across her skin. As she fondled the fabric she began to feel a familiar tingle between her legs. Just the thought of wearing these clothes was turning her on. She still wasn't sure if it was the stranger who left the package for her but she hoped it was. She decided to meet him, who ever it was. 

She took a hot shower and used the special body wash that she only used for special occasions. She took extra time with her makeup and hair, trying to make herself up to go with the outfit. After she slipped into the lingerie she took a look at herself in the full length mirror. She had never felt sexy before but she did now. The cut and fabric showed off her figure in a good way and was comfortable too. She could feel the wetness of her pussy and the way the panties rubbed her made her even wetter. She had never worn a pair of crotch-less panties before and it was a very interesting experience. She pulled on the skirt and shirt and then sat down to zip up the boots. Once again she looked at herself and was amazed. The clothes made her look thinner, sexier and powerful. Sara thought that in this outfit she could have any man in the bar. She loved the way the clothes looked on her. Her legs looked even longer in the boots. She tried walking in them to test them out and discovered that not only could she walk, she could strut. She couldn't walk in her usual way. She had to take longer steps and her hips swung in an arc. She even stood straighter with her chest pushed out. She had perfect posture in these boots. She liked what she saw in the mirror. Finally she dragged herself away from the mirror and grabbed her purse and went to the bar.

He waited in the bar for her. He had been there since he dropped off the package at her doorstep. He wasn't sure if she would really come, but he hoped she would. He spent his time imagining what she would look like in the clothes he picked out. When she finally stepped through the door he stopped breathing for a minute. She looked even better than he had thought. Her walk was completely different. She strode in through the door and the crowd seemed to part for her. She looked confident and sexual and every guy in the bar was watching her. She didn't see him at first, which wasn't unusual because he was sitting in a dark corner again. After taking a look around, she walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. He watched her as she drank her White Russian and looked around. People were still watching her and a few bold men even went up to her, trying to pick her up. She laughed at their jokes and flirted with them, but in the end they all walked away disappointed. He couldn't hold back any longer. With his eyes on her he started toward her. Many of the men he passed were talking about her. One man even commented to him, "Don't bother. She isn't interested in anyone." He laughed at that and told the man, "Well watch this."

Sara was enjoying herself immensely. She had never been to this bar before and it was easy to flirt with these strangers in these clothes. She felt free and in control. Many of them asked to buy her drinks and some offered to take her home. She talked with them but didn't lead them on. She let them know early on that she wasn't interested. Finally she felt an arm go across her shoulders. She didn't even have to look. She knew who it was already from the way he touched her. She could even recognize his scent although if anyone had asked her she wouldn't have been able to describe it. He pulled her closer to him and whispered in her ear, "Let's go." She nodded and let him lead her away from the bar. They were the first words he had spoken to her. At first she thought he would take her to the bathroom again but he led her out the door and to his car. Even as she got in she knew it was a bad idea. Years of being told to never get in a car with a stranger had made an impression, but she chose to ignore it. She got in and let him take her away. She was a little scared and a lot excited. 

He had to focus on driving. He could smell her wetness and could imagine the lingerie picked out on her. He saw her, clad only in the lingerie, laying across his bed. His cock was growing harder in darkness of the car. He was pressed against the tight fabric of his pants and was sure there would be an imprint of the zipper when he was finally released. He was glad it was only a 15 minute drive to his house because he wasn't sure if he could have made it otherwise. As it was it seemed to take forever to get there. 

Sara gazed out the window as he drove. She didn't know where they were going but she didn't really care. Her fantasies from the last week were coming true. She was sitting with her stranger, in an incredible outfit, on her way to some unknown adventure. She recognized some of the area they were driving through. She had driven down the roads at some point since moving here but wasn't sure when. When they pulled up in front of the large, dark house her common sense kicked in for a moment. She felt a little weary, and almost afraid. She sat in the car until he came around and opened her door for her, then took her hand and pulled her out. He pressed her against the car and kissed her. His hands roamed gently over the silk of her shirt, lightly stroking her breasts. Sara could feel the heat from his hand through the shirt and pushed closer, forgetting all about her common sense.



Bathroom Adventure Ch. 03



He deepened the kiss and moved his hands lower. Her mini skirt was short enough that he could run his hand under it with out moving it very much. If she bent over she would expose herself, and her crotch-less panties. He had chosen it for just that purpose. His hand moved up her thigh, feeling the stockings and garters until he hit the edge of the panties. He could feel the hot wetness of her pussy and he sighed as his fingers brushed over the naked skin. He heard her moan and felt her press herself harder against his hand. He pulled away from her reluctantly, but he wanted to get inside so that he could take his time. He knew that if he took her out here it would be over too quickly, and he didn't want to scare her off either.

Sara didn't want to break away from the kiss, especially after his hand made its way to her panties. He pulled her along behind him toward the house. It was dark inside, but it had been dark outside as well so her eyes were already adjusted. She couldn't see a lot of detail but she could see that it had high ceilings and seemed full of plush, soft furniture. The house had an old fashioned feel to it. She forgot to pay attention to her surroundings once he put his hands on her again. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the feeling.

He rubbed his hands along the back of her shirt. The silk was smooth and ran over her skin like water. He pulled her around to face him and plundered her mouth. She tasted like Kahlua. He let his hands roam freely over her breasts and then lower, under her skirt. He backed her up to the couch and pushed her backward. She fell down, over the arm, her legs flying up, and landed on the cushions below. He smiled as he caught a flash of her exposed pussy as her legs went up in the air. He knelt by the arm of the couch and unzipped one boot, and then the other, her legs over the arm of the couch. He ran his nails over the stockings she had on. His cock got harder as he felt her shiver under his touch.

Sara felt a moment of panic as she fell, but relaxed when she hit the cushions. She wanted to cry out as he lightly scratched her legs. It made her shiver and made her juices flow. She could feel the moisture on her skin. His shadow loomed over her. She was in an odd position, her legs over the arm of an overstuffed couch, her back on the cushions, elevating her butt so that it was even with the arm. If she hadn't been so excited it probably would have been uncomfortable. Her skirt had ridden up, from the fall as well as his hands, and she knew he must have a perfect view of the lingerie he had bought her. Sara could feel his breath on the inside of her thigh. As his tongue touched her she shivered again. Her breath escaped her in a contented sigh. Her eyes closed and she let herself drift away on the first waves of pleasure. 

He took his time this time. He tasted and sipped from her. He ran his tongue and his fingers over every fold and crevice. She had an erotic, tantalizing taste and aroma. He felt drunk and had to constantly remind himself to go slowly. She was his tonight and he could do this for as long as he wanted. She cried out above him once, twice, and then even much more so that he lost count. By the time he was done she was completely limp and he thought she had passed out. He looked at her and saw her eyes shining in the dim light. They had a glazed look that made him laugh. He pulled her up from the couch and carried her up the stairs. 

Her legs felt like jelly and she was glad he was holding her up because she knew she couldn't have walked. She felt completely drained, but in the best way possible. It was already better than it had been before and she knew they weren't done yet. She had lost count of her orgasms and her throat felt raw from the screams that had come out. He took her into a large room that had a king size bed in the middle. It was the main focus of the room, there was only a dresser and an easy chair in the room, along with another door she assumed was the closet. He placed her on the edge of the bed, and Sara sat there, glad to have a rest so that she would be up for whatever he had coming. Even though she was exhausted, Sara couldn't wait for what was to come next. He left the room but soon came back with a tray with glasses and a pitcher of water. 

He poured her a drink and let her relax while she sipped it. He was sitting in the chair across from the bed watching her. After just a few minutes he thought she looked revitalized. He watched her as she set her drink down and stood up to walk toward him. He was still fully dressed as was she, with the exception of her skirt, which was still hiked up around her waist. She walked seductively, as if the boots were still on. She swung her hips and arched her back as she went so her chest stood out. She dropped to her knees in front of him. He looked down at her and met her eyes as she looked up at him and shyly reached for his zipper. He held his breath as she slowly pulled the tab down, releasing his pulsing member. His grip on the arm of the chair tightened as her mouth engulfed him. She began to bob up and down his shaft, flicking her tongue across the underside of his cock. He let his head fall back as he enjoyed the feeling of her hot mouth around his erection. As she picked up the pace, and increased the suction, he looked back down at her and met her eyes again. She was staring up at him while she sucked him deep into her mouth. 

Sara had never really enjoyed giving blow jobs before but she was definitely enjoying herself now. Even after all the orgasms she had had before, she was already wet and ready for more. She loved the look on his face as she went up and down on his cock. She was trying to go slow to prolong the experience but she couldn't. Sara could feel him twitching in her mouth and it urged her on. She broke eye contact and sucked him deeper, into her throat. She had never been able to deep throat anyone before. She was enjoying herself as much as he was enjoying her administrations. One of her hands began to massage his sac and the other kept her balanced. She stopped sucking him long enough to take him out of her mouth and lick the long member up one side and down the other, lightly breathing on the trail as she went. She swirled her tongue around the almost purple head like it was a lollipop and then drew him back into her mouth. She heard his sharp intake of breath as she did it. She was so horny again that she couldn't wait any longer. She sucked him in faster and harder, still holding his balls firmly, but not too tight. Sara could feel her juices on her legs again and could taste the precum from the tip in her mouth. She used her tongue to rub the ridge on the underside and tried to take him even deeper. Suddenly his balls drew up in her hand and he exploded in her mouth. The cum shot to the back of her mouth and down her throat in hot spurts. Sara swallowed compulsively as fast as she could, but some still ran out of the corners of her mouth. She kept him in her mouth, sucking him until he was cleaned off. His limp member slid out of her mouth and she looked back up at him, smiling. 

He looked at her, with semen on her face and running down her neck, smiling. He knew he wasn't done for the night yet, but it would take a little while to recuperate. She had sucked him dry. He pulled Sara to her feet and led her back to the bed. A towel was sitting on the dresser and he used it to clean her off. She lay back on the bed and he climbed up next to her. 

"By the way, my name is Nate, and we are no where near done tonight," he said.



Bathroom Adventure Ch. 04



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Sara ended up dozing for a little while. She woke up to something poking her in the back. She reached behind her and discovered that it was Nate's erection poking her. It felt hot and smooth in her hand. Sara smiled to herself and began to stroke it lightly. She wasn't sure if he was awake or not but he put his arm around her and moved closer to her. She moved her hand and let him grind himself into her ass. She still had her clothes on but Nate had taken his pants off. After a moment Nate pulled away from her and then rolled her over to face him. 

He looked down at Sara and started to stroke his fingers up and down her sides sliding his hand up her shirt. He pulled her shirt up and over her head and tossed it to the floor. He gazed down at her and examined the bra that he bought. It looked much better on her than it had in the display. The bra held her breasts up and the cleavage was round and soft and inviting. He could see her nipples straining against the lacy fabric. He smoothed his hand down the soft skin of her stomach giving her goose bumps all over. He pulled at her skirt forcing her to lift her hips so it could slide down. He unzipped the skirt and pulled it down, over her legs and off. It joined the shirt on the floor. He was sitting up next to her as she lay on the bed. Nate gazed down at her in the lingerie he had picked out. 

Sara almost covered herself when her took her clothes away but forced herself to lay still. 

"How did you know my size?" Sara asked him. He pulled his eyes up her body until he was looking her in the face. 

"I have a good eye," Nate replied. Sara laughed. 

"Do you like your new clothes?" Nate asked quietly. Sara nodded and couldn't stop feeling self conscience. She started to move her hands to cover herself a little but Nate grabbed her hands and held them at her sides. 

"I want to look at you. I didn't get a good look last time at the bar," he said with a wicked grin. Sara blushed and Nate laughed. 

"Red really is your color," he said. Nate stood up on the bed and walked carefully to her feet. He nudged her legs apart and dropped to his knees between them. 

"I don't think I can take much more of that," she said to him. Nate looked up at her but didn't say anything. He unhooked the garters and rolled down the stockings. Nate trailed his fingers along her smooth bare legs. He lifted her hips again and took off the garter belt and then the panties. Nate leaned over her and unhooked the bra, sliding the straps down her arms. 

Sara lay there naked below him unsure of what she should do. She bit her lip and decided to follow her impulses and reached her hands toward him. She unbuttoned his shirt as slowly as he had undressed her. He had taken his pants off earlier and he wasn't wearing underwear so it didn't take her long to get him naked. She ran her nails lightly along his skin as she unbuttoned him and slid the shirt off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor to join her clothes.

Nate watched Sara as she finished undressing him. She seemed to be unsure but trying not to show it and it just turned him on even more. When her hand dropped down to brushed his cock it twitched. Somehow, and he wasn't even sure how, he ended up on his back with Sara over him. She was smiling and he wondered if maybe he had been mistaken about the shyness. He pulled her up to straddle him and his erection was pressed between their bodies. He could feel the heat of her on his cock as she sat astride him and he imagined that she could feel it pulsing against her. She leaned down to kiss him light and he caught her head in his hands to prolong the kiss. She tried to pull away but he changed the angle of the kiss and deepened it. His tongue snaked into her mouth and explored, sliding across hers. He ran his hands up her sides and over her back. He stopped above her waist and avoided brushing too close to her breasts. 

"Please touch me," she begged with a moan. The sound of her voice sent a new surge of blood to his penis and he was sure that he could not possibly get any harder. He couldn't think of any reason not to obey her. Nate flipped them over so she was pinned under him and explored her body.

Sara felt as if she would pop soon if he kept teasing her. His hands were going everywhere but where she wanted them to. His light touches on innocent body parts were exciting her and arousing her. She wanted his hands every where, stroking her. She begged him to touch her and to her surprise he did. Sara ended up on her back under him as his hands roamed where ever they wanted, and everywhere she wanted them to. His hands drifted across her tight nipples, sending electric waves directly to her already wet pussy. Her breasts filled his large hands and her nipples poked at his palms as he cupped them. She could feel his cock pressing against her and she wanted him inside her. His teasing had sent her to the brink and she was about to fall. With one hand Sara reached down and guided him into her. When he understood what she was doing he took over. 

He could feel her nipples poking his palms as he cupped her perfect tits. He was glad she was ready for him because he couldn't have waited much longer. She guided him into her and Nate took over, thrusting into her slowly, filling her, before pulling all the way out. He kept a steady rhythm, increasing the tempo gradually until he was pistoning into her as fast as he could, as hard as he could. Nate gripped her hips, lifting her off the bed to thrust deeper into her. 

Her body moved with his without conscious effort. Sara was moaning and crying out with every thrust. She believed she had lost control of her body and loved every minute of it. 

His movements became more erratic. He could feel her tightening around him and could here her cries of ecstasy and it pushed him over the edge. He pumped into her until he was empty and her body finally stopped shaking. 

She lay under him trying to catch her breath. Her eyes were closed and she couldn't summon the energy to open them. The bed shifted and she could feel the weight of him move to the mattress instead of being on top of her. She could here him breathing and could smell the sex in the air. Their combined juices were slowly leaking down her skin, making her shiver. Sara knew she should go to the bathroom and clean herself up instead of letting the sheets become soiled but she couldn't make herself move. Sara began to doze off again but Nate leaned over her and shook her shoulder. 

"No going to sleep this time. We have lots more to do."

Sara just made a noncommittal noise and he shook her again. 

"I'm serious. You can't sleep yet. Wake up, Sara."

"I don't want to be awake."

"You can sleep later."

"Why can't I sleep now?"

"Because we have things to do."

Sara finally opened her eyes and looked at him.

"We just finished doing things," she said. Nate laughed. 

"I don't mean that. At least not yet. Come downstairs and let's get something to eat while we talk about it."

Sara sat, naked, at the kitchen counter as Nate puttered around. She smiled while she watched him. He was naked too. 

"Aren't you afraid you might catch on something?" she asked. 

"I have this down to a science," he said over his shoulder. Sara laughed. A few minutes later Nate sat a plate down in front of her. It had an omelet and hash browns that were cooked perfectly.

"Wow, you are a wiz in the kitchen," Sara commented as she ate. Nate grinned and shoveled food into his mouth. 

"Sorry my manners aren't the best. I am ravenous after the work out you gave me," he said a moment later. Sara blushed and didn't respond. 

After they were both done eating Nate leaned back in his chair and looked at Sara. "I guess you want to know what I wanted to talk about," he said. 

"It would be nice," Sara replied.

"I want you," Nate stated. Sara looked at him for a second before responding.

"I thought you wanted to talk," she said.

"That's what I want to talk about. I want you. I want what we have been doing and a lot more. What do you think of that?"

"I think I don't know what to say. What do you want?"

"I want it all," he said simply, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"What the hell does that mean?" Sara said, exasperated.

"It means that I have been watching you for over a month. I saw you in the bar. I liked what I saw. I wanted you and it was the hardest thing I have ever done, waiting that month before approaching you," Nate told her without taking his eyes off her. Sara had no idea what to say but it didn't matter because he went on. "I wasn't even going to do what I did in the bar. I had planned on going up to you and flirting with you and asking you out properly. That night I just stop myself. Nobody has ever affected me that way. I couldn't control it. And after I had you I wanted more. You were so amazing that night. All I want is to get to know you better, have amazing sex with you, and spend my time with you. Is that creepy enough for you?" Sara laughed. 

"That is in fact the creepiest thing anyone has ever said to me. But it's also the nicest thing too. To think I had a stalker and never knew." It was Nate's turn to laugh.

"Stalker is a little strong don't you think?" he asked.

"You followed me around for a month and then fucked me in a bar bathroom. What would you call it?"

"That's it, I think you need to be quiet now," he said with a glint in his eye. Sara thought she knew what that look meant. 

"Well I don't want to be quiet," she teased. Nate didn't say anything, he just looked at her like a lion watches his prey. Then he pounced. Sara was laughing as Nate stopped with his legs on either side of hers and his face inches away. He slowly leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers, until his lips were only a breath away. Sara leaned toward him, but he backed away slightly. Sara laughed and tried again and once again he moved back. So she sat back in her chair and crossed her arms across her naked chest. It was Nate's turn to laugh and then he leaned in and kissed her. It was a quick teasing kiss but it left Sara wanting more. Her nipples were responding to his closeness and she left her hands over them to cover herself. Nate pried her hands away and tugged her out of the chair. 

"I think we should get some rest," he said. Sara looked at him and didn't say anything for a moment. 

"I'm not tired," she said finally. Nate shrugged and let her go, turning to go to the stairs. Sara just watched him walking away and wasn't sure what to do. When Nate reached the stairs he beckoned to her without looking. 

"Are you coming?" he asked.

"Well not right now but if you do it right I might," she replied. Nate turned and looked at her and laughed. 

"Well let's get going then. I have to get up in the morning."

Sara followed him up the stairs and they fell into bed again. Nate did everything right and Sara fell to sleep sated.



Bathroom Adventure Ch. 05



~~~I know there isn't that much sex in this one but it is important to the story. The next chapter will more than make up for it, I promise. Hope you enjoy, and please vote or leave me feedback.~~~

The next week at work Sara ate lunch with Kim and some of the other girls. She and Kim were becoming fast friends. They talked about their night out and Sara was invited to join them again that weekend. Sara was happy that she was making friends. It had been lonely with nobody to talk to except Marion. She was surprised too that her life seemed to be working out. She had a job she enjoyed and that paid well, she liked her apartment, she had friends, and an amazing lover. Nate had made it clear to her that he wanted her for more than just the weekend. She had ended up spending the whole weekend there, mostly naked. Sara smiled at the thoughts of the things they had done, and she was surprised at how often he could get it up. Kim noticed her mood and wanted to know what had caused it but didn't pry. On Thursday Sara called Marion and told her what had happened.

"YOU WENT HOME WITH HIM!!!!!!" Marion screeched over the phone. Sara held the phone away from her ear and cringed. Marion's voice seemed to get higher every time they talked. 

"Yes, I went home with him. And he didn't kill me so it was a good thing. Besides I was unable to think due to extreme horniness."

"Oh that's a crap excuse," Marion told her in a calmer voice. Sara knew she wasn't really mad at her, just jealous and worried.

"Look, do you want to hear about it or not?" Sara asked.

"I want to hear about it, but that was stupid."

"Shut up or I won't tell you."

"OK. I'm done now. What did you do?"

"Everything."

"Wow, that's descriptive," Marion said sarcastically.

"I'm not done yet. Be quiet. He went shopping and bought me a sexy outfit and then met me at a bar and took me home. He made love to me so many times I lost count. It was outstanding. I have never had such good sex. And he made me food and talked to me and let me sleep and let me play in his tub. He was such a good lover. He made sure I had a good time. And he told me he wanted more than just sex," Sara told her wistfully. Then she paused and said, "The only thing is that I haven't heard from him all week."

"Well there you go. You put out on the first date and he never calls," Marion laughed. 

"That's not funny. If you are so worried about him then do a background check. I have his full name and birthday. I saw his license. Will that make you happy?"

"Yes, actually it will. He didn't give you his number?"

"No. But I didn't ask him for it either. I was in a sexual haze." Marion laughed again and wrote down his name and birthday and decided to do a search on him the next day at work. 

"Speaking of work, I have to get some sleep. We can talk about the details more next time. I'll call you when I have the results. Have a good weekend," Marion said before she hung up. Sara said goodbye and then lay back on her bed wondering why Nate hadn't called. She didn't want to get worked up over it so she took a long shower and turned on a movie to distract her self. 

The next night Sara went out with the girls from work again. Kim walked next to her on the way to the bar. She put her arm through Sara's and decided it was a good time to ask her about her mood lately.

"Why were you in such a good mood this week?" she asked bluntly. Sara looked at her for a second unsure of how to respond.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you were smiling more than usual and just seemed to be more relaxed and generally happier."

"How would you know, you just met me. Maybe I am always like that."

"No you aren't. In fact you have been different for about two weeks. That's why I invited you out with us. Before you just had some sort of vibe coming off you that stopped people from approaching you. There was nothing wrong with you; just nobody knew what to say to you. And then you seemed different. Haven't you noticed more people talking to you? More people are saying hi in the halls or at lunch. You are more approachable. And you have a much better wardrobe lately. You didn't look bad before but you look great now," Kim added that last part almost as an after thought. Sara thought about what she had said while they were walking. She hadn't noticed the increase of attention but now that it was pointed out to her she realized it was true. 

"I guess I am just happy lately. I told you about the guy I met in a bar a few weeks ago right?" Sara asked. When Kim nodded Sara continued, "Well I saw him again last weekend. Maybe he is responsible party." Kim laughed. 

"Well I hope he keeps up the good work."

They arrived at the bar and all of them headed to the counter to order their drinks. Sara felt as if someone was watching her but she shook off the feeling and concentrated on the conversation. As the girls paid for their drinks and found a table in the crowed bar, their conversation turned to sex. 

"When was the last time you got laid?" Danielle asked the group.

"This isn't fair. Nancy is married. She gets it all the time," Mary complained.

"You don't know much about marriage if you think that. I'm lucky to get it more than twice a week," Nancy said in defense.

"Wow, then I do get more sex than you. I got laid last night. And will get some tonight too," Mary laughed.

"Well that's what happens when you have a boyfriend who doesn't live with you but spends the night half the week. Why does he even have an apartment? He keeps all his stuff at yours," Christy said to Mary.

"He likes his own space," Mary said. She paused for a moment and went on, "And I like being able to tell him to go home sometimes." The girls laughed and then Danielle pointed to Kim. 

"Ok, it's your turn," she said.

"I haven't had sex in about a month," Kim said.

"Why not?" Sara and Christy asked together.

"She went through a bad breakup," Mary whispered to them. 

"You don't have to whisper Mary. I know I got dumped," Kim said with a grin. "Honestly, I don't care that much. It was just convenient to keep around for heavy lifting." The girls laughed.

"Hey you can have mine if you want. I'm thinking about moving on. There is a cute guy in payroll that I have my eye on," Danielle said. Kim looked at Sara and raised an eyebrow. Sara's first thought was that she wanted to learn how to do that. Then Kim pointed to her.

"How about you Sara? When did you get laid last?" she asked. Sara grinned at her and cocked her head as if thinking. 

"Hmmm. Well if I remember correctly, it would have been last weekend."

"That doesn't sound like it would make you that happy," Kim said, referring to their earlier conversation. The other girls didn't know what she meant but they eagerly waited for the answer.

"When I said last weekend I meant that it lasted all weekend," Sara said, emphasizing the word all. The girls all laughed and then began drilling her for details. They finished their drinks and ordered a second round before Sara was done describing her fun weekend. At one point she could have sworn that someone was watching her but as she looked around she didn't see anyone. Kim and Mary dragged her to the dance floor and she soon forgot about it. 

"I have to pee," Sara said to Kim while they danced. The music was loud and Kim didn't hear her. She tried again, this time leaning close in to Kim's ear. 

"I have to pee," she said, louder. This time Kim nodded and waved at her to go ahead. Sara made her way through the crowd and into the ladies' room. She did her business and as the toilet flushed the lights went out. 

"Hello?" she called out into the darkness.

"Is someone there? I can't see anything," she said. Nobody answered but Sara could here someone in the room with her. 

"Look I can hear you. Now answer me. Turn on the light," she ordered, getting angry. Still the lights stayed out. Sara unlatched the door and pushed it open to confront the person and find the switch. She hadn't moved from the stall though and a person was suddenly blocking her way.

"Excuse me, get out of my way. This isn't funny," she said to the dark shape. The shape moved forward, forcing her farther into the stall. Sara caught a whiff of cologne and realized who it was. She smiled to herself and wondered what he was going to do.

"Nate, I am here with friends. I can't just disappear on them, they might come looking for me." Nate didn't answer, just moved closer to her. Sara couldn't back up any farther or she would be standing in the toilet. Nate's arms came up and stroked her arms. Goosebumps rose on her skin and she could feel his body pressed against hers. Her body reacted the same way it always did with him and she was instantly wet. She felt him lean closer to her and then felt his breath on her neck. He began to kiss her pulse lightly, then moved lower to kiss her collarbone. Sara had worn a low cut shirt that night and was grateful for it. 

She closed her eyes, even though in the dark it made no difference, and let Nate kiss her until she felt limp. He finally made his way up to her mouth where he picked up the pace. His kisses were hot and furious. His tongue snaked into her mouth to assault hers, his teeth nipping at her lips. Sara brought her hands to his head and fisted her fingers in his hair to hold him in place. Her body cried out for more. After the week with no contact she was on fire.

Nate pulled back from her though she tried to hold him in place. Nate chuckled at her and pulled the edge of her shirt down to expose her bra. It was the bra he had bought for her. He ran his hands over her breasts and flicked his thumbs across the already hard nipples. Sara arched her back for him and silently begged for more. Nate reached into the cups of the bra and lifted her breasts free. Again he played his fingers over the sensitive nipples and they hardened even more. Sara wasn't sure if she could wait much longer for him to take a nipple into his mouth when he did just that. He flicked his tongue across one nipple and over to the other. She tightened her grip on his hair and let out a soft moan. The familiar wetness between her legs was rushing and she was sure there would be a puddle below her soon. 

Just before Sara lost all control and tried to take of his pants, Nate pulled away. Sara let go out of surprise and looked at him in the darkness. It had been long for her eyes to adjust and she could see a little. Nate smiled at her and pulled her to him. She could feel him against her stomach, hard and jutting out as much as his pants would allow. She tried to reach down to feel him but he held her hands up above his waist.

"You are here with friends," he reminded her, repeating what she had said to him at the beginning of this little tryst. "If you don't get back out there they might come looking for you." 

Sara was stunned and couldn't think of what to say. Nate kissed her and whispered in her ear, "Find me before you leave. I'll take you back to my house." 

Sara nodded and he left the room, flicking the lights on as he went. Sara squinted at the sudden light and moved to the mirror to make sure everything was in place. After patting down her hair and washing her hands, she patted her face with a damp paper towel cool herself off. She left the bathroom and made her way back to her friends. 

"Took you long enough," Kim said when she joined them at the table. 

"Sorry," was all she said, trying not to blush.

"Did something go wrong? You have a little in there or something?" Mary asked. Sara just shook her head and downed the drink that was in front of her. A loud song came on and the girls forgot about teasing Sara and they all went to dance. 

An hour and a half, and three more rounds, later, the girls went their separate ways. Sara had looked around the bar for Nate but hadn't been able to spot him. She didn't know whether to go back in and look some more or to just go home. Then someone gripped her arm from behind and spun her around to face him, dipping her backward and kissing her deeply.



Bathroom Adventure Ch. 06



Nate broke the kiss and straightened up, grinning. Then he began to pull her backward towards the alley next to the bar. Sara followed him, feeling her panties getting wet again. Before they entered the alley, Nate looked around to make sure no one was watching them. The alley was dark and Sara stumbled as Nate pulled her deeper into it. 

Finally he stopped and stepped closer to her. She ran her hands up his chest and leaned in to kiss him again but he pulled back, just out of her reach. Sara knew he was smiling in the dark and stepped forward to try again, but he pulled back a second time. Then Nate stepped close to her and then took another step, forcing Sara to back up until she was against the wall of the bar. She could feel the vibrations of the music through the concrete. Nate ran his hands down her arms to her hands and lifted them above her head. 

Sara shivered at his touch, anticipating what he was going to do. He held both her hands in one of his, above her head and then trailed the fingers of his other hand down her neck, to the collar of her shirt just like he had earlier. His hand moved inside her shirt to cup her breast and pinch her nipple through the bra. The sensation was the same as earlier, when he had accosted her in the bathroom, but now she was even more sensitive because of his teasing. Nate reached behind her and deftly unhooked her bra in one snap, then pulled the bra as far out of the way as he could with her arms above her head. He roughly pinched her nipples again, first one then the other, going back and forth between them, each time pinching slightly harder. Sara could feel her wetness on her thighs and could feel his erection against her leg. She began to move slightly, rubbing her leg up and down to tease him through his pants. 

His pinches sent jolts through her. Even though the pinches hurt more, she was so aroused that the slight pain just added to her excitement. He leaned down and caught her hard nipple in his teeth, biting lightly, causing her to cry out in surprise. His free hand reached up and covered her mouth to muffle any more cries as he bit the other in the same way. He went back and forth between them, licking, sucking, nipping, until she thought her head would fly off. She almost came just from his attention to her breasts. She was wriggling as much as she could with her arms still pinned, and her leg was rubbing against his cock faster now. She could feel him getting even harder, but he seemed to ignore it. 

Sara couldn't take anymore and tried to pull away to get his attention. Nate looked up at her and grinned. He lowered his hand from her mouth and replaced it with his lips, kissing her deeply and roughly. His hand made its way down to her waist and he flipped up the short skirt she was wearing, exposing the matching panties. He deepened the kiss and worked his fingers inside the panties and then thrust them into her. Sara's eyes flew open but any sound she made was smothered by Nate's kiss. He began to work his fingers in and out of her, never breaking the kiss and Sara felt her legs turning to jelly. He purposely avoided hitting her most sensitive spot, teasing her mercilessly. Sara tried to hump his hand, and force him to touch her where she needed it most, but he was close enough that she couldn't move enough to manage. 

Nate's eyes were open and watching her as he fingered her in the dark alley. In the corner of her mind Sara wondered how it was possible for him to ignore the iron rod in his pants. It felt so hard and big against her leg that she thought it must hurt to be pressing against the denim like that, especially if he didn't have any underwear on. Just when Sara thought she couldn't take anymore, Nate pulled his fingers out and stepped back, letting go of her arms. Sara just let her arms drop and watched him as he sucked her juices from his fingers. 

She was on fire and had been teased to the point where if she didn't cum soon she would explode, but she could see the huge bulge that had most likely bruised her leg and felt herself start to salivate. She moved closer to him and he backed away, until he was against the other wall. Sara got right in front of him and pulled his head down to hers and kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him and unbuttoned his pants, then pulled the zipper down slowly. His cock popped free and sure enough he didn't have on any underwear. 

Sara held him with one hand and licked him all the way from the base to the tip and back again before opening her mouth and sucking on the tip. She slowly worked her mouth down his shaft until he bumped her throat and then she pulled back and began bobbing up and down on his cock quickly. She stopped and released him with a pop and licked her tongue all around his cock before sucking him back into her mouth again. His hands rested on her head but didn't try to direct her. His head was back against the wall and his eyes closed for a moment. Then he opened them and looked down to watch her. Sara could feel him get even harder than he had been and she was impressed. She also knew that he would cum soon. His balls had already begun to tighten and so she sucked hard and pulled her mouth off his cock with a pop and smiled up at him. 

She stood up and gave him a kiss and gently tried to tuck him back into his pants. Nate had to help her get his pants done up again and then she said, "Well, are we going to your place or not?" 

Nate grinned at her and took her hand to lead her back out of the alley. "I parked down the street," he told her. 

She nodded and patted her clothes to make sure she wasn't showing anything she shouldn't. Nate led her to his car and held open the door for her, making sure to pinch her butt as she got in. As he drove to his house, he reached his hand over and began to rub her pussy through her panties, keeping her wet and horny, but avoiding her clit and not letting her cum. In retaliation Sara reached over and began to squeeze his cock through his jeans and scratch her fingernails across the material to make him jerk. They continued teasing each other until they reached Nate's house.



Bathroom Adventure Ch. 07



This is a short little addition to my series. Hopefully I will get a better chapter up soon. Hope you enjoy and I love feedback.

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Sara woke up alone. Nate had left in the middle of the night without a word. She dragged herself out of bed and took a hot shower, getting ready for work. She brushed out her hair and daydreamed about getting it cut short. Ever since meeting Nate she had been more conscious of her appearance and actually enjoyed looking better. She had always been plain but now she was more confident and that was what people noticed. And Sara had discovered the fun of dressing up with sexy lingerie under her plain work clothes. It made her feel sexy all day long even though no one else could see them. Before Sara left for work she took a look at herself in the mirror. Instead of seeing all the negative aspects like she used to, now she could see the positive ones. She had put her hair up and liked the way it looked. She decided to find a salon and get a haircut. One of the girls at work would know a good place.

During lunch Sara asked Kim if she knew a good salon and Kim grinned. 

"My sister owns a salon here in town. What are you looking to get?"

"I want to get a haircut. And I was thinking about maybe a wax."

"Hold on, let me see what I can do for you," Kim said, pulling out her phone.

"I don't need anything right now, just the number," Sara said as Kim was dialing. Kim just shushed her and began talking on the phone. Sara just sat there and listened. When Kim hung up she said, "Well this is your lucky day. My sister has no appointments this afternoon. This is usually her slow day anyway. So I told her that you might be stopping by. She said she would take great care of you."

"Thanks. I'm not used to getting an appointment that fast," Sara said, laughing. They finished lunch and Sara went back to work, waiting for the day to end. The more she thought about the haircut she wanted the slower time seemed to go. Just before it was time to go Sara was daydreaming about her haircut and how it would look with one of the sexy nightgowns that Nate had bought her. She had gotten to the part where Nate was taking the nightgown off of her when she looked at the clock and noticed it was time to clock out. She waved to Kim and set off to the salon.

A few hours later Sara was unlocking her door. She loved her hair and the way it swished across the back of her neck. It was just long enough that she could put it in a small ponytail. Or two small pigtails. She smiled at that thought. She was picturing Nate behind her, holding the pigtails like reins and she tripped over a box in the middle of the living room floor. Sara pulled it to the couch and opened it. She smiled as she pulled out a new bra and panty set. 

"Nate must have stopped by," she said to herself. The bra was forest green with black stitching around the edges. It was a shelf bra and the partial cup came up to just below her nipples, giving her support, but giving free access to anyone wanting a feel. The panties were a matching green g-string with black strings. Sara was slightly surprised that it wasn't crotchless, but there was so little of it that it didn't really matter. Under the lingerie there was a dress. The skirt was black, ankle length, but there was a thigh-high slit on both sides. The top was the same green as the lingerie and had a corseted top. There was also a very long shawl that was black lace. Sara stood up and stripped right there in the living room then pulled on the new clothes. They fit perfectly and she loved the feel of the dress brushing across her bare nipples. The shawl fell long enough to hide the slits in the skirt. She went to her room to look at herself in the mirror. The skirt wasn't very tight and the air moving around as she walked felt wonderful on the skin not covered by the g-string. She was glad she had gotten the wax at the salon. 

Sara heard the front door open and shut and waited. Nate came into the room behind her and put his arms around her. 

"Do you like the dress?" he asked.

"Of course. It's beautiful. But when am I ever going to have some place to wear it?"

"Tonight. I thought we could go to dinner."

Sara looked at him in the mirror. His hands moved across the fabric of the top and he loosened the corset tie just a little so that he could fold down the edge of the dress, exposing her nipples. They were hard nubs from rubbing on the fabric and from Nate's nearness. He lightly cupped her breasts and watched her in the mirror. She could feel him pressed against her ass.

"Dinner sounds fun," Sara said. Nate just nodded and let one hand run down her side to the slit in the skirt. His hand moved inside the skirt and he ran a finger across the edge of the panties.

"Feels smooth," Nate said as he dipped his finger under the fabric. Sara leaned back against him, but he pulled his hand away. 

"Finish getting ready. We don't want to be late," he said and left the room. 

Sara put on some thigh-high stockings and tall, high heeled boots that Nate liked. The boots made her sway as she walked. Nate grinned at her as she came out of the room. As Sara walked past him he ran his hand across her ass.

Their table was a booth in the back of the restaurant. It had high sides around it and there were not many people so Sara and Nate felt like they were almost alone. 

Throughout dinner Nate occasionally "accidently" brushed his hand or arm across Sara's chest, but nothing else. Sara was thinking that he was being oddly well behaved and she wondered what was going on. When dessert came, Nate's hand went to her thigh. After stroking her thigh for a moment, he moved his hand over and slipped it under the skirt through the slit. The skirt was loose enough that he had free access and it was not immediately obvious what he was doing. Nate continued to eat his dessert while his fingers rubbed the fabric of her panties. Sara tried to keep her face from showing what was going on. The waiter stopped by to refill their water glasses and Nate never stopped his fingers. He worked his way under the fabric and began to rub Sara's clit. When the waiter asked how they liked their dessert, Nate answered him as he slipped his fingers lower and into her. The suspense of the evening and the feel of the sexy underwear had made her wet and he slid two fingers in easily. Sara looked down at her plate as he started to work his fingers in and out of her. The waiter moved on to his other tables and Nate curled his fingers inside her, rubbing her g-spot. She was getting wetter with every movement. He pulled his fingers out of her and ran them up over her clit before pulling his hand out from under her skirt. Sara sat still for a moment, fighting between calming down from the edge of orgasm and the frustration that Nate had stopped. She looked at him and watched as he dipped his finger into the topping of his cake. He offered her his finger and Sara smiled and licked the frosting, tasting herself on his finger. He took another swipe at his frosting with his second finger and licked it clean. He raised his hand to signal for the check. 

"Just wait until we get back to my place," he said.