2 comments/ 18628 views/ 2 favorites Spur of the Moment By: kirinda When I found myself talking to you in the bar, you held eye contact when you spoke to me and that made me fell like there wasn't anyone else there. Every time you looked at me or your hand brushed against me, I felt a spark, then a current. The tension began building up within me. I kept looking at you when you were talking to others and the sound of your voice became intoxicating. It was like it was connected directly to me and every time I heard you speak I had to look at you. I leaned in to catch what you were saying and the feel of your breath in my hair stirred something deep inside me. I began to imagine you kissing me, touching me, inside me. I looked at you I whispered in your ear, explaining that I was in need of company, wondering if you had to go home any time soon. You looked so shocked that for a moment I thought that my instincts were wrong, that I had misread you, but you were just surprised at my intention, so different from my outward demeanour. After that, your smiling eyes came back to mine more and more often, our conversations began to exclude others, becoming more intimate. And then suddenly there were only a few of us left, and we were dragged along to a restaurant for food. As you took my bag, your hand found my breast and squeezed -- all so subtle and discreet. We dawdled behind everyone, you walked a pace behind me, your hand at my back, pressing between my cheeks. And in the restaurant, your hand pressed further, along my stockinged thigh, up my skirt, probing me. I tried very hard not to react, enjoying the secrecy of it all. As I leaned over for more wine your fingers pressed between my legs, and I almost yelped. When we passed in the corridor, you pressed me to the wall and kissed me, your tongue deep in my mouth as I moved against you. I felt your cock hard against me and I imagined you lifting me onto it and fucking me hard and fast against the wall and I came so close to orgasm I could hardly breathe. I enjoyed your surprise at me then. Finally alone, the door barely closed, I ripped off your clothes and wriggled out of mine. We fell onto the bed and you pulled me into your arms and pressed your lean, muscled body to mine. I remember your skin against mine, hot and prickling with excitement; your breath in my ear, telling me how I made you feel; the rising beat of your heart matching mine. Then you pulled back to look at me lying there, my large breasts bare, knees apart, exposing my clean-shaven pussy. You marvelled at me, made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. I gazed over your cycling-toned body and my eyes rested on your cock, wide and hard, with a drop of pre-come on the end. You ran your hands over me, exclaiming at the softness of my porcelain skin, as your fingers found my breasts squeezed my nipples, small and hard. You lowered your head and flicked your tongue across one, making me cry out. You circled my nipple with your tongue and then sucked suddenly and bit it as I arched my back, pushing myself closer to you, wanting everything you had to give. You pulled away to look at me again as your hands began to caress my thighs. I keep remembering the way you looked at me when your exploring fingers delved between my folds and along my slit, feeling exactly how aroused you had made me. I watched as your cock twitched at the thought of entering me. Electricity surged through me as your fingers moved deftly over my clit. You lay back beside me to watch my reaction as one finger entered me, firmly and deeply. You started talking to me, whispering to me, asking what I liked, telling me what you were going to do as you thrust another finger into me, thrusting hard, thumb rubbing against my clit. I gasped, eyes widening as you thrust against my g-spot, your thumb pushed against my clit as my hips rose to meet your hand and I came suddenly and sharply, crying out as it took my breath away. After my quivering muscles relaxed a bit, I sat up and pushed you down onto the bed. I began to kiss your stomach, running my hands through your greying chest hair, kissing you deeply, pushing my tongue against yours, my breasts firm against your chest, before returning to your chest, your stomach and finally, your cock. I teased the end, licking all the way around the head, my tongue pressing slightly into the eye. Then I slid my lips down around you, taking as much of your enormous cock in my mouth as I could. I looked up at you, eyes large, mouth full, and you smiled. I moved my hands up and down your shaft before kissing all the way down to lick and suck your balls. Slowly, I repeated my movements. You lay there, lost in the rhythm of my tongue and my hands. I heard you groan as I took the tip into my mouth and tightened my hand around you, bobbing my head quickly, hands stroking in synch. I felt you tense so I looked up and you were smiling down at me, so I began to crawl up to kiss you again. I pressed my pussy against your cock, rubbing my moistness against you, feeling you growing more, swelling more, if that were possible. You smiled and slipped from under me to behind me and I trembled with anticipation. I felt you behind me, caressing my openings, running up and down my hot, wet cunt, probing gently then moving back. Again and again you teased me till I pressed myself back, begging and pleading for you to fuck me. Then you thrust deep within me and my internal walls grasped your engorged cock, as waves rushed over me, engulfing me, consuming me. I felt myself shudder, tightening and releasing with every thrust, as the waves of my orgasm engulfed me and I heard myself cry out. You turned me over and looked deep in my eyes. With your cock in your hand, soaked in my wetness, you rubbed it against my throbbing clit and then entered me again, filling me completely, eclipsing everything. You began moving with firm, deliberate strokes and I was lost in ecstasy, moaning, gasping, writhing, my movements synchronising with yours. Time lost all meaning, waves of pleasure rolled over and around me as we moved together. You picked up the pace, heightening the intensity. I felt you deeper and deeper inside me as my hips pushed against you with every thrust. As you took me to the cusp I felt my whole body vibrate intensely. It started deep in my belly, spreading outwards, up my spine, down my quivering legs until my fingers and toes were tingling, until suddenly I could stand it no more and screamed your name. In that second the release was so extreme I felt blinded by the power of it, the deepest, most penetrative orgasm I have ever experienced and your continued thrusts extended this feeling, peaking again and again, I writhed under you, muscles contracting and convulsing. With a great shout you exploded inside me and I felt your seed fill me as you collapsed on top of me. Finally spent, I lay there completely relaxed as you held me gently and stroked my hair. Slowly your breathing became more measured and your arms relaxed around me. I slipped free and got dressed. I stood at the door and looked back at you sleeping soundly thinking how you were just what I needed. Thank you. Spur of the Moment I have to change the names involved in this story, because it is a true one and some of you would recognize the individuals involved. Oh, hell, you might anyway. I was a shade over 30 at the time, between women and looking. My little far too young redheaded wife was gone one night when I came home. I can't really say I didn't expect that, we were either fucking or fighting, nothing at all in between. I could say I didn't give a shit that she was gone but I would be lying about that, the truth is that something about her, the way she walked, looked, smelled and acted had me hard as a rock most of the time. The rest of the time I was mostly yelling at her and trying to control her, it seems that if she got close to anything male her legs spread, it was like she had no control over that. So I did my best to screw her into total submission, but it couldn't be done. Finally she was gone, I told myself fuck her and took a shower, headed out for the topless bar I liked out on Portland's east side. What I didn't know was that night they had an amatuer contest going on, gals right out of the audience got up and did their thing. Now most of them were dancers in other clubs, they couldn't fool me on that. Hell, I had seen them in the other clubs so I was sure of it. Still, one hell of a good time. Tommy Lombardi was behind the bar, I think at one time or another he worked in every topless and now bottomless nude bar in the city. He knew me in passing, I nodded and he set my drink on the bar. I tipped him a buck like always and shouldered my way up to the stage, danged if just then some guy didn't get up to leave and I was quick and sat down. I got griped at by a guy who had been waiting but I am 6' and around 240 pounds so one look at him shut him up. I sat there and sucked on my whisky and coke and watched a skinny flat chested little thing spread her legs so far her pussy popped open, she even reached down and tugged on each side so it spread out even more. Oregon's laws at the time were a little bit tighter than they are now, we sometimes see people get up and fuck right on the stage which is perfectly legal due to freedom of expression. As long as they aren't being paid to do it. Back then rubbing their snatch on stage was a NONO but the girls all did it right along anyway. Boring crap but I tipped her a buck anyway. It used to be even more fun when they wore pasties and skimpy bottoms and then flashed their pussy for those of us tipping, I am not sure why that is but it's true. Hell, one time before the clubs all went fully nude I was at the Gardens downtown with Patty, my underage redheaded wife, I had gotten her a real liquor card complete with her picture that made her 22 years old. Easy shit to do. Tommy was tending bar there that night, we got a little bit drunk and I talked Patty into doing a guest spot. I started out kidding but it developed into her considering it. Hell, she was only 19 at the time and had never done anything in public, all she had to wear was her bra and white panties but damned if she didn't get right up there. I was right up against closing and there was only maybe 10 guys in the whole place. She bounced around and wiggled a little bit, not quite sure of what to do when some guy held up a five spot. I watched as Patty figured that part out and let a nipple peek out of her bra for a second, then she looked at me and grinned. Her panties suddenly looked damp in front and it hit me she was getting off on it. Tommy yelled out "Last call!" and we all got a last drink. Then he reached over and turned out the outside lights. One song had just stopped, Patty was over by a chair reaching for her skirt when Tommy hollered at her and told her she could do some more numbers while he cleaned up. He had a big shit eating grin on his face, he came around the end of the bar to the stage and said something to her. She looked at me and back at him and smiled. Her bra came off in the middle of the next song and her panties came off in the next one. Patty was stretched out on the stage which was pretty dark, naked as a jaybird with her legs open, her pretty red beaver was sure visible, especially up close. Money piled up on the meat rack in front of the guys, a lot of money. Hell, it was pretty darn rare to see any of the dancers completely naked back then, mostly for a buck or two we got a nipple flash or maybe a quick beaver shot. Tommy hit the house lights, they were so damned bright I had to blink a couple of times before I could see. Patty just went with it, showed everybody everything. There was close to $150 piled up by the time Tommy kicked everyone out, we split that with him, he of course knew we would. That started some things and Patty got even nastier if this was possible, hell, I didn't mind. After all, I was the only one fucking her, at least I thought so at the time. So anyway, here I sat bored to tears as a string of dancers got up and basically did a gynocological expose. I looked over at one point and saw Jerry walk in with his wife Jen. Jerry was one of the guys that ran a string of dancers on commission, he hired them and contracted them out to all the clubs, this way the clubs could be sure they had entertainment for the night. His wife Jen was at one time a trophy wife, I saw them around the clubs right along. Jerry looked at the time like he would fit right in as a background actor on the Soprano series, he fit the look perfectly. Jen was what looked to be late 40's, and stacked. I mean stacked, too! Big tits that there was no way to hide, a slim waist that flared out to wide hips, she looked darn good to me, even if she was a little older. Not bad at all but certainly no fresh young stuff, and she was always on Jerry's arm. The only thing different this night was that Jen seemed to be on the tipsy side. Normally she was pretty reserved and sat over at the bar, sipping a glass of wine. The announcer called out for the danceoff competition, a half dozen girls headed for the stage and all were quickly naked. I noticed that Jerry and Jen suddenly were having an animated conversation, so I was paying more attention to that than I was the dancers. Then Jen turned and walked over to the stage, hesitated, and climbed up there fully dressed. Which brought the house down instantly, there were loud cheers from everywhere. Jen's face was red but I could see the mischievious grin on her face. She moved right up to the front and the rest of the dancers had to make do with being in the back, after all, Jen was the boss's wife. I looked over at Jerry, he was standing there with what I took to be an excited look on his face. Jen danced two whole songs fully dressed, she posed some but made no move to take anything off. Then the 3rd song came on and she pulled her light sweater over her head. She wore a full white bra, she looked oddly exciting dancing in just the bra and a pair of slacks in stark contrast to naked young girls all aound her. I felt myself getting a boner, it was one of those cases of "was she...going to?" The kind of stuff that gets any crowd up and going, they were all yelling, encouraging her to take it off! I slipped a $5 bill up on the stage for her, she looked down and picked it up, grinned at me. Off came the bra! Good lord this woman had a set of tits on her. They looked like something a doctor somewhere had made but they were real, the way they hung and swayed made that a sure thing. Jen kept glancing at me, while she picked up a dollar here and there. She had the money stuffed in the waistband of her slacks, but it kept falling out so finally she just started a pile over to the side. There were more yells as the next tune started, I slid another five to her and she undid the catch on her slacks and down they came. There she was, dancing in a plain pair of white panties. The flare of her hips was obvious, at the crotch of the panties was a large bulge of what was obviously pubic hair. That was certainly different, every other girl up there had no pubic hair at all. She danced the entire song that way, still taking up the front of the stage. As I watched her dance, the front of her white panties grew slightly darker with moisture, Jen was getting turned on at the idea of being almost nude in front of all of the men now crowding up close to the stage. Looking over at Jerry, he was standing off to the side, his face flushed bright red. Even Tommy behind the bar had come to a stop to watch. I reached in my pocket and got another bill, handed it to her. Jen's eyes met mine and I could see from her expression that she was hot as a pistol. Hell, so was I and probably every guy in the room. She stepped up to right in front of me, reached up to her waistband and slowly pulled it downwards. The top of her pubic hair came into view, she hesitated and looked down at me. "Should I?" She mouthed. "Please!" I answered. With a grin, she slid them down past her knees and stepped out of them. Now she was naked, her mature body was muscular, she certainly worked out. As she danced, she wasn't spreading her legs blatantly like the other girls were, some of them behind her had their knees behind their ears, I was staring at Jen and not really noticing them. That song finally ended, as the other girls began to file off the stage, Jen made no move to leave. She stood there facing me, right in front. The crowd suddenly went silent, everyone knew something was going to happen. Then a slow tune came on, Jen looked over her shoulder and spotted a blanket, she spread that on the floor and sat down. She looked right at me, then lay down with her feet facing me. Her knees came up, then slowly she opened her legs wide. A couple ot times she tipped her head to to be sure I was still watching, it was like only she and I were there, even though the room was full of people. Her hands came down and pressed high on her inner thighs, she held herself open for a long time, still peeking to see what I was doing. I slid another bill up on the stage. Jen rolled over to her knees and faced me, her face inches from mine. I could see her big titties hanging down between her outstretched arms. "I want to fuck you so bad I am about to cum in my pants!" I told her. She grinned, then shook her head. "I can't...Jerry..." "Why not ask him, maybe he won't mind?" I have no idea where that came from, it just did. She flashed me a smile as the song ended, then she got up and dressed, stepping down from the stage. I saw Jerry come in out of the back just as Jen stepped down. She walked over to him and said something, Jerry glanced up at me and then back to her. He said something, then shrugged. Jen turned and looked at me with a smile. Her hand came up and she waved me over. I got up and went over there, noticing someone filled my seat almost before I cleared it. "Jerry said OK!" She smiled. I guess what I have to say here is that surprised the hell out of me. "OK, let's go." I said. She took my arm and we went out into the parking lot, I opened the door of my old Nova and she slid in. "Pull right over there." She said, pointing to an area under some trees at the far corner of the lot. There were a couple of spaces over there vacant. I started the engine and pulled over, then shut it off. "Let's get your cock out!" She said, reaching for my pants. In seconds she had my pants undone, and her mouth slid over me. I thought at first that she was going to suck it right off of me, then she was tugging her own clothes off. "We gotta get in the back!" She said, as soon as she was naked. She turned and slid over the back of the seat. I followed as best as I could. The damn seat on my small car was way too short, so I opened the door, sticking my feet out into space at an angle. Somehow I managed to get myself lined up, and slid inside her. She was wet, her fat pussy lips wrapped around me and it was like a vacuum cleaner. She had powerful vaginal muscles and knew exactly how to use them. It didn't take long, she was orgasming in just seconds and no way could I last with that going on, I blasted loose with a load that would choke a horse. Later, we sat there naked, just idly playing with each other. "It's been a long time since Jerry let me fuck anyone." She told me. "Well, I am sure glad that it was me." "Me, too. Maybe we can do it again sometime, Jerry likes to watch when he gets in the mood." Jen smiled. "OK. Just let me know and I will be there with bells on!" I grinned at her. "You are so cute, let me suck your cock some more, I love to do that." Down she went and in just a few minutes she had me blasting off the second time. Later we managed to get dressed, not an easy thing to do in the back seat of a 1966 Chevy Nova but we managed. We walked back inside, Jerry was standing at the end of the bar. "Well, did he get it done?" He asked her. "Yep, he sure did!" She smiled. "Damn good fuck, isn't she?" Jerry grinned at me. I had to agree. I was really looking forward to some more of that later. The next day I met my current wife, so not to be. Sometimes I wonder where Jerry and Jen are, sometimes I remember. This one is a true story, it really did happen just like I said.