0 comments/ 13176 views/ 7 favorites The Best Date, Bar None: Redux By: EnglishMuffins This is the complete version of Best Date with some minor amends and corrections. The whole tale is of course fantasy but is grounded in an actual encounter that led to an amazing night and morning together with someone that I just met. The male character is obviously an imaginary, more perfect version of me but the female character is a pretty accurate physical description but the circumstances and backgrounds of both have been romanticised. ... Diana was tired. Not physically tired, her regular yoga sessions made sure that her body was toned and able to withstand the rigours of being a personal assistant in the city of Manchester. No she was tired of being alone and tired of being let down. She was giving up the rat race at the end of the month to pursue her dreams of making a living in make-up and beauty and having stayed in town to meet up with girl friends, they had either cancelled or left early, leaving her on her own in a hotel bar, nursing an increasingly flat and warm glass of kir royale. All the effort of getting glammed up for the night wasted. She was in what was at the upper end of her Friday night post work wardrobe. Myla lingerie that made her feel good, even if no one else was going to see it, complete with ultra sheer stockings and suspenders. Small, but perfectly formed silver and diamond earrings, which matched her necklace and bracelet. A cream satin blouse, that hugged her bust and with the right number of drinks inside, could unbutton far enough to be interesting and a dark grey, pleated wrap around jersey skirt that gripped her hips like a second skin and stopped mid calf. The slit of which, again for the right number of drinks, had a habit of exposing expanses of those calves and on occasion, her thighs above them. She started to gather her thoughts and look for cash to settle her account and pay for a taxi when she was aware of the fresh musk smell of freshly showered man. Mmmmm, nice. That was one good thing about hotel bars, some of the guys that frequented them were staying upstairs and could take the time to be man-fresh before you encountered them. "Hi", a voice insinuated itself through her thoughts. The accent wasn't local, reminding her of her times in London. She turned towards it and looked into deep hazel eyes "Err, hi." then she turned back. "My name's Steve and I haven't met my quota for rescuing damsels in distress this week. Can you help me out and let me freshen your glass?" That was original. As chat up lines went, she'd not heard that one and it made her smile. "Sure, that would be very kind of you. My name's Diana. Nice to meet you Steve. And thank you for making me smile. And for the drink but a regular glass of something fizzy would be lovely." And suddenly, he had a bartender's attention and was effortlessly picking a bottle of salmon Brut champagne, taking the bottle from the counter and easing out the cork. "Me and this bottle are going over to that booth over there. You're going to have to join us if you're serious about being my rescued damsel." and he picked up two glasses and the ice bucket to stride across the bar out of the main lights. Something about his confidence, which stopped short of arrogance, made her powerless to refuse. He stood at the booth until she stepped past him and slid along the leather to sit down. Then he poured two glasses, the correct way, obviously not his first time, and slid along beside her. "To rescuing damsels" and they clinked glasses. The next few hours flew past as they got to know one another, slipping past being strangers to bar flies, to friends with shared experience, to ...? She wasn't quite sure. She didn't feel tired any more certainly and she definitely enjoyed his company. It was good to be the centre of attention after so long. "Mumble, mumble, outrageous, mumble, mumble, sex?" Diana was suddenly aware that Steve was looking at her expecting an answer. "I'm sorry. What did you say?" Steve smiled, although the smile came more from his eyes than his mouth. "I said, what's the most outrageous thing that you've done with your boyfriend, past or present and did it involve sex?" Diana knew that the champagne had given her classic pale English skin a touch of pink but his question deepened the blush deliciously. Steve's warm eyes signalled that he appreciated her reaction to the question. Diana was now buzzing and feeling flirtatious. "First of all, there is no present boyfriend. Second there was an outrageous time with a past boyfriend, and girlfriend but finally, I am not telling you what it was!" and then she waited for him to try and prise it out of her. His next words surprised her. "There is no current boyfriend. Interesting." Diana kicked herself for letting that out so she went on the offensive. "Busted. But same question to you?" Steve's smile crackled from his eyes again as he sat back into the booth. "First of all, it was a past girlfriend. No longer present and not a boyfriend. And there is no other present girlfriend. Secondly, it was on a night like this, in a bar like this. In fact, now I think of it, it was this bar and it was this booth. Third, I don't think you can handle the truth." Something about the way he said it made her think of Jack Nicholson in A Few Good Men. Another flash of pink blushed through her contrasting with the starched white of her blouse neckline. She decided to kick the flirting up a notch and slid in beside him, planting her palm on the leather between his thighs. "Oh. Really. I assure you that I can handle. It. I can handle anything you've got." Diana's arm relaxed back into the crook of his lap. However, she didn't expect his reaction, which was to slide further forward so that her hand cupped the swell of his crotch. Realising that this was now a game of chicken, Diana was determined that it would not be her nerve that broke first. Her lips moved to his ear and her palm curled fractionally tighter. "Anything!" she whispered. Again, his reaction surprised her. He scooted back in the seat, away from her hand which was now clutching at thin air and let out an enormously filthy laugh, knowing that he had conceded the game and awarded her the victory. "I like you Diana. You're good fun." he said between laughs. "Your misfortune has been my good fortune." because she was still leaned in towards him, he took advantage of her position and planted a brief peck of a kiss on her lips. That simple action, milliseconds in length, left her frozen and her thoughts locked. In that micro moment, her senses were overwhelmed. His scent was clean and fresh. His laugh still echoed. He was clean shaven and recently groomed judging by his cheek and sideburns. His lips tasted of maleness mixed with champagne. But the touch left the most lasting of impressions. Her lips fizzed with the memory which rippled out like a stone dropped in a pond, sending waves of desire across her body until the ripples peaked at her toes, nipples, ears, fingers and labia. Wait a minute, her what? Her pussy now had an itch and ... "Mumble, mumble, champagne, mumble, mumble, menu, mumble, mumble, eat?" Diana snapped back to reality and tried to focus her thoughts and eyes to her companion. "I'm sorry, again. What did you say?" All attention on him and almost losing herself in his eyes, she focussed hers on his lips and they formed the words of repeat. "No worries. I said, this bottle of champagne is empty. Are you familiar enough with the menu to say whether you would extend me the pleasure of your company for something to eat? By which I mean, I want to ride my good fortune and save me from another hotel meal away from home on my own. This place seems to have a decent spread that doesn't need pockets to be too deep." For some reason, her ripple fogged mind latched on to the words, empty, pleasure, eat, ride spread and deep. All of which sent aftershocks to those ripples and formed an image in her mind of her spread on a bed there for his pleasure, to eat, to be taken deep, or to ride him and fill the empty void she was only now aware was there. "That all sounds wonderfully decadent." was her reply but she wasn't sure if she was answering his question for supper or her desire for something more intimate. Steve almost leapt off the seat in response and excitement edged his voice, "Excellent! You're a life saver." and with the experience and confidence of a man with a few years on the clock, he had a waiter at his command, ordering another bottle, along with some nibbles and asking for menus. As a result, it caused Diana to think about her companion and his age. He was obviously worldly wise but she had no ideas as to how many years her senior he was. Diana was on the brink of starting her 30s and Steve was obviously the other side of 40 judging by the ages of his daughters. He must be older than her own father but she had no idea by how many years. They placed their orders. Diana had a pea soup. Steve had a mackerel pate. They both ordered the sea bream with beetroot risotto. And then resumed getting to know each other. They had some things in common. He had family in South London and had lived in Guernsey. She had enjoyed spending time in both. They both had eclectic tastes in music and enjoyed musicals and live music. Again, she momentarily lost the thread of the conversation as she looked into his deep hazel eyes and the cadence of his speech. Thankfully not too wide boy, nor too Essex but a grateful change from the Manc townies that she worked with, or worse still the whining Scousers. Diana was sure that Steve had said something about trust, she wasn't sure what but she misheard it as thrust and like a flashbulb the image of his back as he thrust into her was burned in her mind and with persistence of vision, it stayed there before fading. It was time to kick this up another notch. "So, Steve. About your previous time in this booth you had before. How does tonight compare so far?" Diana knew that Steve had implied that this had been something outrageous and hopefully sexual. "Ahh, yes. Tonight is shaping up very well in comparison, thank you. I was just thinking the same. I think I might even give you a blow by blow account so that you can draw your own conclusions. I think that you can handle. It." Diana was sure that she had heard pause before Steve said 'it' and the words handle and blow flashed more images in her mind of his head between her thighs and then her head in his thighs as they pleasured each other to climax. "I'm sure there's more to come tonight but I'd love to hear about the previous time that you came." Diana tried to give some emphasis on come and came and gazed at his eyes to watch for reactions. As a result, she was sure that she saw his pupils dilate wide within those deep hazel eyes with each word. Good. Perhaps she was getting to him too. "I was here with a female colleague, Sarah, with whom we had become lovers in the office. Sometimes actually in the office, but that's not this story. We were in Manchester on business, with a meeting the next day so we decided to grab a meal, for the sake of appearances and expenses claims. Also, for appearances sake, we had booked two rooms so we got changed and freshened up separately before meeting in the bar." At this point, Steve paused to sip his champagne, gratified that he seemed to have Diana's rapt attention. Her languid blue eyes completely focused on his. "Sarah was wearing the perfect little black dress. It hugged her curves perfectly, stopped mid thigh and had a deliciously devilish brass zip down the back running down from her neck, all the way past the sculpt of her behind to the junction of her thighs and buttocks. Quite something. " Now what Steve didn't know was that Diana was more than a little bi curious. In fact she had loved many girlfriends in recent years and so she was bringing to mind one of her favourites, clad in a LBD that Steve had just described. As a result, her pulse had quickened, as she hung on his every word, and she could feel her blood throbbing between her thighs and within the confines of her bra. Steve was aware of these tell tale signs of Diana's arousal. He continued, "Sarah and I ordered drinks and as we waited she whispered in my ear 'do you want to play a guessing game?' Now this caught my attention, she continued 'I'm so forgetful sometimes, I don't know if I remembered my underwear tonight. Do you think you could help me find out later, just so that I know and to save later embarrassment. '" Both of them took a moment to savour the image, Steve of the actual conversation and images. Diana of the fantasy she was creating of Clara in her mind. Both of them realised that the conversation was being kicked up another notch. "Now that's an interesting way to start a conversation, I'm sure that you'll agree."Steve continued, "It's hard to know how to respond but suffice to say, I was interested. Her reply was to suggest that we find a booth and carry on the investigations." "So, now we're sat here at this very booth and my erstwhile lover is sat opposite me. She raises her glass and asks me my thoughts, which were hard to articulate at this point." Once more, each time Steve said the word 'hard', Diana had images flash through her mind of being on her back, getting pounded. This caused her breath to catch and her nostrils to flare slightly. Neither of these autonomic responses were lost on Steve as he continued. "After that Sarah managed to make everything she said and did incredibly erotic, drinking, laughing, eating olives, fiddling with straws and napkins, playing with her hair, biting her lip or rubbing her fingers along the edge of her neckline. Everything gave me the right horn, which was starting to get uncomfortable. So I asked Sarah to stretch her leg and give me her foot, unsheathed from her heels. Excuse me, I'm getting parched." With that, Steve took a gulp of his champagne, leaving Diana waiting expectantly for the continuation of his reminiscences. "Once I had her foot, I placed the sole of it into my lap. Sarah immediately understood what was on my mind and she tensed and relaxed that foot so as to caress the stiffened muscle in my trousers. Would you like to give me your foot Diana?" The mention of her name brought Diana crashing back to reality and without giving it a thought, she kicked off her shoe and raised her leg beneath the table, offering it suppliantly to Steve's firm grasp. As he squeezed it and pressed it to his groin, sparks of yearning danced along her nerve endings, firing miniature explosions as they went. "That's better. Where was I? That's right I had Sarah's foot in my groin, giving me a cock rub. A bit like this." And with that, he pressed Diana's foot into the crook of his crotch and her nylon encased foot was pressed against the same taut muscle of which he had just spoke. Diana copied the motions from Steve's words and stroked her foot up and down, just as she had heard Sarah had done. She was gratified that her actions had a pleasing effect on him. Diana knew that she was becoming more aroused with Steve's tale. The mere mention of the word cock from his lips brought to mind arousing images again, this time of her lips around his cock. Her fingers caressing the skin at the base of his testes as she tried to coax him deeper and deeper into her mouth, pressing his swollen head to the yielding entrance to her throat. No longer thinking, just doing, Diana stroked the real penis that was held to her foot as the unbidden images of felatting the fantasy penis filled her mind. "And as I was stroked, I stroked her foot and I was reminded of the game that Sarah had suggested. The guessing game. The game of is she or isn't she. The game of hunt the ... Which word do you prefer Diana? Panties, knickers, undies, undercrackers. How would you describe those garments that caress you most intimately?" Because Steve was looking at her, Diana realised that she was being asked a question but she had no idea what it was. The combination of stimulations that she was being subjected to, physical, mental, sexual, sensual and aural was making it hard to concentrate on the specifics of the conversation. Hard, she had to stop using that word; it was doing all sorts of things to her. It was making it difficult to concentrate. Yes, concentrate. That word was ok. That word didn't strum her strings and play her. That word as safe. Now to tune back in to the conversation. Something about the game and underwear. "Undies. I call them undies. When it's just me but when a man wants to know more about them, it depends on the man and what I'm wearing. In this situation, with this man. The answer is ... thong." Steve raised an eyebrow in approval and continued, "Let's see if you and Sarah have that in common. It would seem that at the same time that I was thinking of her game, she was too. I'd never played this game before so she took the lead. I still had her foot in my hand and she slid further back into her seat, pushing her bum forward so that she was almost reclining in the booth, just resting her head on the back of it and moving her knees further apart." Diana was completely rapt in attention to Steve's words now as the image of Clara, her girlfriend, wearing the black dress that Steve had described was languidly displaying herself in Diana's mind's eye. Stretching the material of that dress as her legs parted and it rode up higher. "Now as you can imagine, this had me really excited and as I watched Sarah, her skirt slid up her thighs and more and more was revealed of her olive tanned flesh. I really wanted her and I really wanted to see her pussy. I had seen it many times before obviously, either when I was going down on her or making love with her or just when she was naked in my presence." Diana let out an involuntary moan and her body micro spasmed as Steve's words led the images in her head. And then, without any warning, Steve pushed Diana's foot away and sat up. Diana was frustrated as hell at the interruption but a discrete cough at her shoulder indicated why because their server had brought their starters. Diana gathered her thoughts and focused on her bowl of soup, the roll was warm enough to melt the butter and the soup thick enough to coat her throat, just like ... Stop it Diana. Not everything tonight has to be sexual. Steve continued, "Sorry about stopping like that. How's your soup? My pate is good, would you like to taste me?" Diana realised that Steve had probably said something less double entendre but in her sex charged state, she heard him offer himself to her. Without thinking she answered, holding out her spoon to him, "Do I ever. Do you want to lick mine as well?" Her eyebrow raised in wanton proposition. They swapped tastes of the other's courses and Steve resumed his reminiscence. "It's funny actually, because it wasn't much longer after that same point that Sarah stopped her guessing game. But not before she had revealed enough for me to see that she was indeed wearing undies, or as you said, a thong. Flesh pink, with black lace trim. She always did have good taste. And then she sat up. Just as now, our food then arrived and we ate, all the while stoking the fires of desire with innuendo and flirting. When the server came and took away our empty plates, I honestly can't remember what we ate; Sarah excused herself to go to the washroom." Diana had finished her soup but she felt far from satisfied. She was getting more and more aroused and therefore frustrated that Steve's words were only in her ear and her mind when she really, really wanted him, inside her. "When Sarah returned, she slid across my lap to resume her seat at the table, pressing her exquisitely shaped arse into my groin and making me groan. She pressed her hand to mine as she did so. Once she was sat down, I realised that my hand was no longer empty." Diana's thoughts were ahead of the tale, anticipating his next words. "Yep, you guessed it, Sarah's thong was now in my hand which meant that she was now naked under that really tight dress. I tried to look at how tight it was now and then I realised that when she had sat on me, there was only dress between her peachy cheeks and my lap." The Best Date, Bar None: Redux Now Diana was imagining herself in Sarah's place, sat on Steve's lap, lifting her dress higher so as to make it easier to straddle him, knowing that there would come a point when her naked flesh would ride atop him. Diana shuddered at the thought. "As you can imagine," only too well thought Diana, "all of this was very exhilarating to be sat in this very booth with my lover at the time, clutching in my hand a small scrap of her most intimate clothing, knowing that moments before it had been pressed to her lips. Oh, how I wanted to bring that scrap to my face to inhale its scent." Diana was now very aware of her own arousal and wondered if the smell of which that now caught in her flared nostrils could be detected by her companion. As she thought about it, she wasn't sure which would make her more disappointed. If he could, she would be disappointed that she was being so blatant in her reactions to his words. If he could not, she was disappointed that he might not realise the effect that those words were having upon her. "And it didn't end there; once more Sarah sat back in her seat with her foot in my lap and spread her legs wider. This time she asked me if I still wanted guess or were the clues now too obvious to make the game interesting. Of course, I replied that just because the evidence was strong, it didn't mean that I wasn't interested in the proof. And it was at that point that our main courses arrived and we momentarily resumed respectability." And would you have it, as had been the case in the tale, Diana and Steve's main courses arrived with some furtive glances by the serving staff as they presented each dish. Diana had no recollection of her meal. It might have been wonderful. It might have been awful. She despatched each mouthful, barely chewing and stared into Steve's eyes, lamenting the fact that only women can multi task and so Steve was incapable for continuing the story whilst he was eating. With the risotto disposed of, Diana excused herself to go to the washroom. She noticed that Steve was the kind of gentleman who stood to allow her to leave and the type of red blooded male that stared at her departing rear profile as she did so. Cocooned in the toilet stall, Diana was having trouble thinking straight. God she needed to get laid and jeez was she attracted to him but she only met him a few hours ago. Was she really the sort to throw herself at a comparative stranger? Absentmindedly her coral nails brushed the slope of her breast through the satin of her blouse. She was expecting a tingle of excitement but what she got was a jolt of desire that puckered up her areola like the Blackpool Tower. Her other hand moved South along her hip line until it reached the rouched gathering of her skirt at her waist and carried on her the strip of thigh at the top of her stockings. She ran the back of her fingers along the smooth skin there and contemplated her next move. Before she could think about it and therefore talk herself out of it, she shucked her way out of the bra and shuffled out of her panties. The bra went into her handbag, but her thong went into her waistband. She finished up and returned to the table. Once more, Steve stood until she was seated. On the walk across the room, Diana felt the freedom of fewer items of underwear. Her stiffened nipples now chafed in the most delightful way against the satin. She had decided not to be as obvious as Steve's previous companion, so she sat down without touching or teasing him. Plenty of time for that later, she thought. "I approve." Steve said as she sat down. "Of what?" Diana replied, her breath catching in her throat. "Of your more liberated look. You should never wear a bra again. Your breasts are too spectacular." Diana blushed and squirmed in her seat before picking up Steve's napkin from the table, taking her thong from her waistband, hiding it in the folds of the napkin and placing it in Steve's lap. "I'm glad that you approve" and as she spoke, her palm patted on the fabric bulge and squeezed the bulge beneath. Steve just smiled, enjoying her touch. Under cover of that napkin, he slid his zipper down slowly so as not to make too much noise and then stuffed her panties inside the gap. "Now, just imagine if it were more than just our underwear that was getting this intimately acquainted?" Diana had been imagining that very thing on and off all evening and was finding it hard to stay in control of her libido, which was telling her to resume stroking and caressing her breasts and thighs. "I am. And I'm pleased that you approve of my appreciation of your story. Tell me what you think of my interpretation?" and with that Diana's self control cracked and her left hand slid into her open blouse and cupped her naked breast. She was glad that after her surgery, she had lost none of the sensitivity in them. They felt natural and at this moment, they felt good to be fondled. The slip slide of her satin blouse across them as she did so added another dimension to the arousal and once more her areolae stiffened in appreciation of the attention and now the rest of her breast felt engorged too. "I'm glad that you're enjoying this Diana. You are aren't you?" Diana thought that this was the most pointless question she had heard but she indulged him by nodding and letting out a low moan in affirmation. Because she was enjoying it, she abandoned any pretence of resistance to his charms. First, Diana ran the tip of her tongue across her teeth and upper lip, which was freshly glossed with her red lipstick since her trip to the bathroom, and blew him a kiss. Next she tried to mimic Sarah's reclined pose, lying back with her head on the back of the seat, her blonde hair cascading off her shoulders and on to the leather and parting her legs. Diana took a gulp to steady her nerves and maintain her courage before gripping the edge of her skirt's wrap over and pulled it up and away from the other side. The result being a tantalisingly slow reveal of her stocking clad leg, then her stocking top and then her suspender belt stretched taut over her thigh, also exposed and then finally Diana dived in to the decadence of the moment to expose her naked, shaved pussy. "Outstanding." Was Steve's first word as he fixed his gaze between Diana's legs. She continued her descent into wanton exhibitionism once she was satisfied that her skirt would stay in place, by cupping her palm over her labia. Diana could feel the blood pumping beneath her fingers as she became swollen with desire, then pressed her middle fingers harder to invade herself, exploring and teasing her most sensitive nerve endings, feeling how lubricated she had become with arousal. In that moment, the restaurant faded far into the background. There were no other diners, no staff, no one around her but the man that she wanted, no needed to please and whose attention she wanted to feel. Of this, Diana was more than successful. She had Steve's full attention and he watched as she played with herself in front of him. Every once in a while, a sigh or moan escaped her lips or he caught a brief snatch of her musk. Or as he smiled at the thought, a snatch of her snatch. When she saw the smile, Diana fixed her gaze onto Steve's eyes, looking deep into them as she withdrew her fingers and brought them to her lips. She licked and sucked at them, smearing her lipstick slightly and tasting her excitement. Steve raised an eyebrow in silent query and she gracefully returned her fingers to her honey pot. In rapt appreciation of her display, Steve watched as Diana pleasured herself again and then extended her arm to him, fingers outstretched. Steve slid closer and grasped her wrist, drawing her fingers to his mouth before enveloping them in his mouth. It was his turn to suck and taste her now. Steve decided to press his luck and see how debauched Diana could be in a public place. In moving closer to suck her fingers, the distance between them was reduced. Staring into Diana's eyes, Steve slid his other hand along Diana's thigh until he replaced her fingers with his own, touching and exploring her for the first time. Both of them hoping that it would not be the last time that he fingered her this evening. In response, Diana bit her bottom lip to stifle the moan that escaped and copied his move, running her palm down his thigh, which felt well defined with muscle, and through his still open fly. Diana's fingers slipped around Steve's erection through his boxers and started to stroke him, feeling the suppressed power of his desire in her palm. Now their eyes locked on the other's as they pleasured the other with their fingers, rubbing, stroking, squeezing and teasing. Each of their fingers' getting wetter and wetter as their partner's sex organs lubricated ready for the main event. If this was foreplay, neither could wait for what could follow. Caught completely by surprise, Diana's eyes flared wide, pupils dilated as her orgasm took hold. Her thighs, labia and everything beneath shivered and convulsed and her mouth went dry. Diana's heart was pumping hard and the blood was thumping in her ears. All her senses were heightened as she was inundated with the sounds of those around her, the brightness of the lights in the restaurant, the smell of her own arousal and the discarded plates of food on their table and a salty, iron-like taste that she now had in her mouth. "Well," said Steve, "someone's enjoying themselves. Shall we take this party on to a more secluded spot?" The question was so obvious as to not need answering; the edge in Steve's voice betrayed his crumbling self control and the desire that had built over the course of their time together. Diana stood and walked to the lifts, making a conscious effort to sashay her behind to tease and tempt Steve to focus his attention on her and to follow. As she waited for the lift, Steve charged the meal to his room and asked for another bottle of champagne with glasses and an ice bucket to be delivered. The lift arrived and they stepped in to its mirror-chrome interior. No sooner had the doors sighed shut than they were clinched together in a lover's embrace. Steve's hand roamed Diana's curves, bust, waist, hips and buttocks. Diana lifted her leg to wrap herself around Steve's hip. This caused her dress to part and for her naked thighs to press against him. The first kiss between couples can sometimes be a nervous, tentative occasion, fraught with the possibility of disaster. This was no such occasion and their lips, tongue and mouth melted together as they explored the other's. All too soon the lift heralded its arrival at their floor and once more the door sighed open, forcing them to admit that the journey was over and time to exit. Diana leant her head on Steve's shoulder, with her hand on his chest, gazing up into his eyes as he slipped his card key into the door lock. The door clicked open, "Welcome to the pleasure dome." And Steve held the door open to admit her into his room... Diana stepped over the threshold, slipping out of her shoes as she did so, cursing herself that they were not more exotic or impressive. She wanted to come across as cosmopolitan and alluring in Jimmy Choo's or Christian Louboutin's and instead she was wearing her Marks & Spencer's finest court shoes. They had a heel but nothing to get men drooling over. Steve clicked the door shut behind them, flicking the lock over, kicking his shoes off in one movement before wrapping his arm around Diana's waist and pulling her close, squeezing the air from her lungs and quenching any resistance she might have felt. Steve thrust his leg between Diana's thighs and pressed her to the wall behind the door, using his other foot to kick her feet apart. This caused the gap in Diana's skirt to widen and Steve took the opportunity to guide his hand beneath the fold and stroke the silken thigh beneath. Steve's fingers caressed the tops of Diana's stockings, sliding beneath the taut elastic of her suspenders and caressing the exposed flesh. Like lovers from the dawn of time, they assumed the classic positions. Diana pressed herself against the wall, head lifted towards the heavens, neck wantonly flaunted expecting to be kissed, breasts roused and nipples hardened, feet planted on the floor but legs spread, ready to welcome him deeper into her embrace. For his part, Steve bent his head to Diana's collar and nuzzled against her neck and along her jaw to her ear, drawing gasps of anticipation as he did so. His hands swiftly unbuckled and snapped his belt free from its loops, dropping it to the floor. One leg between Diana's thighs became two, pressing his insistent erection to her sex. Steve's hands were busy, stroking and scratching Diana's buttocks, hips and thighs both directly on flesh and through the jersey wrap of her skirt, knowing that there was no other fabric, no scrap of anything beneath that skirt and Diana's engorging, glistening vagina. All of a sudden, Steve stepped back half a step and sat on his haunches. His face was level with the union of Diana's thighs, his hands pulled the snug fitting wrap of her skirt wide and tucked it up over her hips. Steve placed his palms on Diana's thighs, his fingers spread wide to her hips and his thumbs insinuated themselves toward Diana's labia. The air in the room grew thick as Diana's arousal grew, her heartbeat grew faster, her breath caught in her throat, her lips dried and she heard blood pumping in her ears, the same blood that throbbed in her temples, areola and labia. Diana stared into the distance without seeing as she felt Steve's mouth move closer to her sexual core. For a split second, Diana was relieved that she was freshly waxed and shaved as she felt her most intimate area exposed to Steve's gaze and attentions. His tongue tip pressed to her skin, which goose fleshed in response, tasting the salty sheen of her desire. Diana clenched her fist and banged the wall before gripping Steve's hair and pulling his head harder to her screaming pussy, begging him to probe deeper with his tongue and provide her with some relief. Steve settled in to his appreciation of Diana as he lapped, licked and kissed Diana most intimately and then sucked his fingers to get them wet before pressing two deep within Diana's folds. Once embedded, he twisted and turned them to rub as many pleasure spots as he could reach. He stroked the ridged flesh, the smooth flesh. His thumb reached to the slick flesh between her vagina and anus and rubbed. If Diana thought that she was having a good time up until that point, once Steve started teasing her ass, it really dialled it up a notch. It wasn't something that she indulged in very often, except for perhaps allowing one of her girlfriends to stray from the front to the back with their vibrators. The combination of Steve's attentions to her pleasure centres was driving Diana over the edge and as she gasped for breath, Diana exploded in ecstasy and came in Steve's face as he lapped at her climactic essence. Still giddy from her orgasm, Diana was scooped up in Steve's arms and taken to the bed. Contrary to the gallantry that Steve had shown until now, he unceremoniously threw Diana down, dragged her by the heels until her buttocks rested on the edge and then pulled her feet up in one hand to tug her skirt out from underneath her with the other. The speed and physicality of Steve's moves left Diana taken aback. Had she managed to recover yet from just coming in his face, she would definitely be breathless now. He was so assured, so masculine in claiming her as his own, so certain in what he was doing. Steve's actions were sending all the right signals to fuel her arousal and now Diana stared in lust as Steve pulled off his shirt and pushed his trousers down. Diana was pleased to see the size of the bulge throbbing against Steve's jersey boxers. She was obviously not the only one turned on by the encounter and her desire grew as Steve returned to his knees. Diana prepared herself to be loved again as her legs slipped over his shoulders, her ankles locked behind Steve's back as she pulled him closer. Steve's mouth returned to the scene of his earlier passions as once more he licked, sucked, gently nibbled and tongued her as intimately as he had done against the wall. In this position however, his hands were also free to please his companion. Steve's palms caressed Diana's buttocks and his thumbs pulled them apart to give his face deeper access to her. Steve's nose found Diana's clitoris and joined in concerto with his tongue now probing deep against the top of her labia and beneath and one, no two of his fingers inserted beneath them to tease and stroke her, twisting and rubbing as much and as deeply as he could reach. Not yet returned to normal from her last climax, Diana was rapidly climbing back up to her next when she felt something different, something unexpected, and something more intimate than usual. Steve had his thumb at Diana's puckered anus and had gently pushed and insinuated past the first knuckle. Not only that, but Steve was now trying to bring thumb and forefinger together, as he would for an "O.K." gesture but now he had Diana's moist flesh between them as he rubbed the two together. As Steve continued his assault on Diana's pleasure points, clitoris, labia, g-spot and anus, she yielded to another orgasm. Diana grabbed Steve's head, pushing him hard against her skin, almost suffocating him, embedding her fingers in his hair and squeezing her thighs tight and pressing her ankles into his back. Steve felt Diana's second climax of the evening peak and crash, like a wave on a sun drenched Hawaiian beach. He pulled back and looked up at the flushed flesh of Diana's thighs, shoulders and neck, as glimpsed through her blouse and Diana's face. With an economy of movement that comes from self assurance and determination that comes from single-mindedness of purpose, Steve stood and his boxers were now at his ankles and kicked off, Diana's blouse was unbuttoned and tossed aside. Having removed her bra earlier in the evening, Diana lay before Steve in just her stockings and suspenders. She felt completely exposed but completely at ease as the with the concluding actions of Steve's moves, his throbbing, dripping penis pressed once, twice against Diana's engorged sex and then with a huge sigh, she felt it gain entrance and in one stroke, she was filled by him. "Oh God! That's good. Oh God! Yes. Fuck! That's good. Fuck me please. Just fucking fuck me and make me cum again. Please. Fucking please. Just fucking fuck me again. I need to fucking cum again. Oh fuck. Oh God. PLEEEEASE!!" Heeding her Diana's please, taking the time only to whisper, "My pleasure", Steve gripped Diana's legs and buried himself deep within. He looked down at her, matching the lust in her eyes with his own. He watched her breasts bounce and undulate as his actions shook her back and forth on the bed. His desire and her climaxes meant that they were both more than ready to embark on full, deep, consensual sex. This wasn't love making, this was sex. Each thrust was met with a slick slap of flesh on flesh. Skin on skin as her thighs and buttocks bounced against his thighs and his ball sac swung beneath them, pressing against her perineum. Diana could feel the heavy, swollen contents of each testes and she suddenly realised that the implications of that. There would be sperm in those testes, potent baby-making sperm that could make her pregnant. Her fallow spell of male companions had made her blasé about her birth control routine. She honestly couldn't remember how close she was to her last or next period. She knew that she had skipped at least three or four of this month's pills. The Best Date, Bar None: Redux Steve's next thrust pushed those thoughts from Diana's mind as wave after wave of stimulation crashed over her, drowning her in pleasure. She didn't think that she could cum again so soon but the way that her body was reacting was going a long way to proving her wrong. Thrust after thrust was driving her crazy. The variation of Steve's conquest of what little resistance she had, the depth, the angle, the speed, the grind of his pelvis into her pubis. All of the moves that Steve made only heighted her desire and shoved her closer and closer to her next orgasm. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!! NOT AGAIN! OH FUCK! OH GOD!! YES, THERE, THERE, LICK MY CLIT!! STICK YOUR THUMB DEEPER UP MY ARSE!! LICK ME HARDER. OH GOD, I'M CLOSE. DONT STOP! DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP NOW!! OH GOD!! YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS" And with a piercing scream, Diana stiffened as every sinew in her body grew taut enough to snap. Her toes curled, her hands gripped the bed covers and she threw her head back. Steve stood and looked at his dishevelled damsel in distress on the bed. He was still painfully erect but otherwise his stamina was holding and he knew his body well enough to know that he was not yet dangerously close to his own climax. Diana's misty eyes blinked a few times and tried to focus on her knight in shining armour at the foot of the bed. She tried to will her limbs and lungs to return to some semblance of her own control. Steve turned to the mini bar and pulled bottles of water from inside. He handed one to Diana, "Here, it looks like you need re-hydrating." Diana was still gasping but she gratefully took the bottle, spun the lid off and took three big gulps. She smiled at Steve's quip and returned the same mocking look she saw on his face before poking her tongue out at him. "Now that's just rude. And I was being nice and everything. And I was going to be more nice to you again. But now I'm not so sure." And with that, Steve sat in the chair in the corner. His knees apart, feet firmly planted as he un-capped his own water bottle and drank deep before taking his erection into his own hands. Not exactly stroking, more like fondling. Letting his hand dance over its length, his fingers to play at his balls underneath. "More nice. To me?" Diana started to come around and sit up on the bed. For reasons that she couldn't understand, she felt completely at ease with this guy that she had only met a few hours before. She knew that she was naked. She knew that her sex was swollen and distended and wantonly on display. And yet, none of this mattered. It felt completely natural. And in the manner of everything being natural, Diana found some strength to stand and walk across to the bathroom. She ran some cold water and freshened up her face and bathed her arms. Diana shook out her legs to get the circulation back and when she walked back into the room, Steve was sat on the bed, with his back against the headboard and his head against the wall. "You wanna play nice now?" he said and watched her walk across to the bed, "stand up here and let me get reacquainted with the little treat between your legs." With no further bidding, Diana hopped on to the bed, walked towards Steve until her feet were either side of his hips. Steve gripped her buttocks and pulled her close, inhaling the scent of a woman, in this case, this woman's arousal. Diana pressed herself to the cooling smoked glass that was fitted above the bed. The coldness of which clutched at her breasts, causing Diana's nipples to harden again. When they were both settled into position, Steve resumed his attentions to Diana's pussy. Once more kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling, probing, fingering, rubbing and caressing Diana's increasingly swollen and moistening labia and clitoris. Steve repeated the moves that her o so recently been so effective by combining his thumb and forefinger but this time, with his forefinger in her butt and his thumb pinching down from within. This time was no less effective and in no time at all, Diana's orgasm was stalking her again. It moved slowly but purposely up from her feet, along the back of her calves, up the inside of her thighs, toying with her as it circled her pleasure points, moving up to her stomach, that rippled in anticipation of what was to come and along to her breasts. The heat from which was such that the glass formed rings of body prints around her. Once the promise of release reached Diana's neck it circled her throat and made her catch her breath, rasping as she drew hoarse with panting desire. With a gasp of realisation that ecstasy was within reach, Diana climaxed again, as loudly and comprehensively as before. Her legs gave out and she collapsed in Steve's lap, her groin merging with his, sandwiching his cock between them. "Oh God. That was intense. That was so... Wow! That was... Thank you. Oh God. Thank you, thank you. I need to... I need... I need to lie down." And with that, Diana rolled over to the side and lay next to Steve. Her breath in his lap did nothing to dampen his ardour which had remained proudly to attention, expectantly awaiting attention. A fact not lost on Diana as she admired its proportions and vigour. "Awww, poor you. I've had soooo much fun and this little piggy had none." Diana's fingernails scratched up and down Steve's thighs and her tongue followed, tracing where her nails had been. "And there was me thinking that you were the piggy that had gone 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE', all the way home. Or at least, it might have been 'WEEEE', hard to tell. You gonna remind me how you squeal, little piggy?" Diana nodded and once more stood with her feet either side of Steve's hips, this time facing away from him and then took a few more steps before kneeling down. Diana crouched above Steve's dick and reached behind her to guide it between her legs. It was Steve's turn to gasp as Diana sank deep and full upon him, impaled completely and then with more control than he expected, Steve watched Diana flex and un-flex her thighs so that her knees pushed her up and down. The view of Diana's rounded posterior inflamed Steve's desire and he felt fuller and more aroused. His hands caressed Diana's butt cheeks and his fingers pulled at them, opening her wider so that she could sit deeper upon him. Diana rose and fell excruciatingly slowly almost unsheathing him completely on the up stroke until just the tip remained inside her. Each time Diana came to the top of each stroke, she dropped back down to spear herself back onto Steve's shaft again. In reaction, Steve's busy hands continued to stroke and caress Diana's rear and then his thumb strayed to her butt hole again, pressing and probing at its puckered secrets. "Yes, stick your thumb up my ass. Please. I'm ready for it now. You made me so horny. Stick your thumb up my ass and if you get me wet enough, you can fuck it. You want that? You wanna fuck my ass Steve? Do you?" Steve answered with silence and with actions. He leaned up and bit her shoulder, not so deep as to break the skin, but enough to make Diana gasp. At the same time he gripped her breast and pulled her nipple. The combination of which caused Diana's mouth to fall open and Steve slipped his thumb between her lips so that she could suck and make it wetter. Once achieved, Steve quickly withdrew and returned the slick digit to the cleft of Diana's cheeks, running it down to her crinkled rosebud, this time pushing more assertively and less hesitantly than the last time. Diana groaned her pleasure loudly. "Oh YES!! Stick it up my ass. Make it wet then fuck me. I want it and I want it NOW!!" with that Diana lifted herself higher. Steve's cock was revealed and released, slapping itself on his lap as it did so. Diana stayed poised above it, reaching back behind her to grasp its base. Steve's thumb kept Diana's anus from shrinking shut as Diana pressed his mushroom tip to her now slick aperture. Steve held still as Diana pushed back, Steve's flesh muscle bent at Diana's reluctant entrance. They worked in unison to achieve the correct angle, pressure and direction and were rewarded with a fleshy 'pop' as the head of Steve's erection gained admission past her sphincter. Steve withdrew his thumb. Once lodged in her depths, the rest of his penis followed, accommodating itself in her rear. The act was one that Diana did not commit very often and so the feelings were unfamiliar but not unwelcomed. Because Diana was on top, she had better control over the depth and speed of their intercourse. She still couldn't bring herself to call it love making. Amongst the many things that Steve and Diana had not discussed during their brief time together was Diana's fitness regimen. She was still comfortably in her twenties, with a couple of serious relationships behind her and a lot of partying so she owed it to herself to keep in shape. A swim every weekend and two or three gym sessions each week plus a daily yoga workout meant that Diana was fit. To use the phrase that she often heard, Diana was fit as fuck. Not only was this good for her health but it meant that Diana was exceptionally flexible. She could do things with her legs that would make a stripper blush. In fact one of Diana's previous girlfriends had tried to talk her into stripping, or at the very least pole dancing. The latter she had been tempted by. Diana had read how many women these days took pole dancing lessons to keep fit. That side of things appealed to her. Diana could use her strength, flexibility, rhythm and fitness in a slightly debauched way, without being completely reckless. The word reckless suddenly rebounded in Diana's head as she was perched humping a complete stranger's cock up her backside. Her knees were doing all the up and down actions, crouched over Steve and now she was laying back, her shoulders almost touching Steve's chest. This caused Diana's blonde hair to fall back upon Steve's face and shoulders. Steve reached around Diana's chest and placed his palms below her bust. The feeling of Diana's taut back passage around his penis was starting to have an effect. It was like being stroked by a really strong hand inside a glove, a really soft and really moist and really luxurious glove. He breathed harder and was starting to gasp and groan and Diana bounced herself to her next climax. As Diana felt her nipples being teased and pulled, she knew that the moment of her next orgasm was close at hand. Or rather, was close at arse. Her arse. Her arse that was filled with cock. Her arse that was filled with Steve's cock. "YES!! That's it. Fuck me. Fuck my bum. Push your cock up my bum and make me cum again. PLEEEEASE!! I want it and I want it NOW!!" The pace of Diana's gyrations was picking up to fever pitch and now that she had established a cadence to her thrusts, she could use one hand to stroke her pussy. Diana's fingers teased her labia and twitched at her clitoris. The effect was almost instantaneous and flash bulbs of pleasure popped in her eyes and her body followed with electric ripples of joy coursing through her limbs and she felt as if sparks flew from her finger tips and the room suddenly seemed brighter and more vivid than before. And then as Diana rolled away to relax, the colour explosions faded as well. Steve looked down on Diana's lithe, expended form and reached to the side table to grab her bottle of water and pass it to her, before securing his own and taking a large gulp of refreshment. After a pause to catch their breath, Steve was the first to get up and moved to the window, looking out over the city through the windows that ran from the floor to ceiling and almost the full width of the wall. Diana roused herself from the bed and stepped gracefully to join him. Reminding herself of the body prints that her naked form had left upon the shiny glass surface above the bed, Diana now pressed herself to the window as she looked out. The night air outside made the glass close to freezing and the shock of the cold caused Diana to flinch and her nipples to become even more stiff. The movement caught Steve's eye and he looked across to Diana at his left. His erection still stood firm and expectant, disappointed to be ungloved from its previous heavenly embrace. He took a step back and to the left to stand behind Diana's pert body. Steve reached for Diana's left hand and then her right hand and gently pulled them back towards him, holding her at each wrist. By the measured way in which Steve took her arms, he was able to manoeuvre Diana into a new position. Diana was beginning to bend at the waist now, her cheek was the only part pressed against the window. Diana's feet spread in cautious anticipation of what was to come. Steve moved closer to Diana's round behind and his penis rested upon the natural cleft above her buttocks. Diana could feel Steve moving back and forth behind her. Or more precisely, moving back and forth on her behind. The ridges, veins and crown of Steve's penis stroked along Diana's creases. Every once in a while, Steve would press the head of his cock more demandingly at her flesh, teasing Diana that he could penetrate that flesh at any moment and there was nothing that she could do about it. Steve had Diana's arms bound in his grip, leaving her defenceless. And then she was free. Steve released his hold on Diana's wrists and they fell briefly by her sides. Steve's hands moved to Diana's hips. He held those hips and then stroked Diana's back. Steve reached back and forth along Diana's back, rubbing her spine and shoulders, then flaring out from her waist, over her hips and around those peachy buttocks. Diana brought her palms up to the glass, bracing herself against its cold surface. "Please, Steve. Stop teasing. Fuck me again please." As she spoke, Diana rotated her hips to chase Steve's cock tip and try to insert it within her. "Shhhh, all in good time. This is a great view. I think that we should both savour it." And he returned to his ministrations of Diana's back and behind. With each upstroke to Diana's neck and shoulders, his groin ground into Diana's ass cheeks, continuing the teasing that Diana was begging to conclude and the main event to commence. Back and forth along Diana's back and up and down along her rear went Steve's hands and cock. He had to confess that he was just as keen to get inside her but the anticipation that was driving her mad was getting him incredibly aroused. Steve didn't know if Diana could feel it but he was now dripping pre cum from his cock that was coating Diana's bum in its clear, viscous trail. It was like Steve was marking his territory. That thought caused a throb at the base of Steve's penis and a clench of his ball sac. The thought suddenly went through his mind that to truly mark his territory, he should spray his seed inside her womb and knock her up. Diana mistook Steve's groan as a weakening of his resolve and so tensed up in what she hoped would be preparation for his penetration, oblivious to the thoughts that had caused the groan. Her hands clutched fruitlessly as the glass, trying to gain purchase so that she could brace herself more fully. Diana's feet balled into the carpet, her back forming the classic pose of female supplication. Diana's shape rose from the floor with from planted feet, through straightened, taut legs to her hips, rounded at her behind so that her shape dipped down to bring her waist lower than those hips, rising again from the waist to her shoulders. Steve admired this view and felt the thrill of conquest flow through him as he succumbed to his innermost desires. He placed a hand between Diana's legs, flattered at her moist readiness, and rubbed her swollen labia to ensure his aim would be true. Then Steve used his other hand to grip his own swollen sex organ and place its head at Diana's entrance. "Yes. Please." The words were almost a whisper, which became a sigh, which became a groan that became a moan as Steve pressed deeper to her core. Diana was more than ready to receive this intruder but her fitness regime included Kegel exercises and she had not endured the rigours of childbirth. The result meant that each millimetre that Steve advanced was a millimetre forced by flesh on flesh. Eventually, she could feel herself full and Steve started to withdraw again. "Please. More." Again, the whisper and this time Steve's response was to press forward again. Back and forth, he moved with deliberate ease. Sawing to and fro inside Diana's welcome embrace. Building up momentum and pace, as well as increasing in forcefulness. By the time Diana opened her eyes to survey the view out of the window, she was blind as well as cut off from every sense and feeling that did not stem from the pounding she was now receiving on the end of Steve's cock. Once more she could feel his balls slap against her sex as Steve's sex bounced against hers. The now familiar escalation of pleasure was climbing from Diana's toes as they started to lose purchase on the carpet, causing her to slip back slightly. By now Steve now had a firm purchase on Diana's waist, so could hold her in place as he pursued his own pleasure. "Fuck. Yeah. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckin hell! Yeah. That's it. Keep fucking my cock bitch. You like that huh? You like my cock so far up you that you can taste it? Fuck Yeah. Keep fucking it and I'll give you a taste. Come on. Fuck me. Fuck. Yeah. Fuck it." Steve had lost his eloquence as a sheen of effort broke out on his torso, back and face. The same sheen that now coated Diana meant that Steve's grip on her waist loosened so he dug in. This meant his nails dented Diana's flash, not drawing blood but making Diana aware that he was there and that she was his. Diana willingly dropped all pretence of resistance and accepted her role as Steve's fuck toy. But first, she had her next orgasm to pursue. It rolled across her like the backhand of a jealous lover rolls across a face in a slap. But this time instead of a resonating sting of violence and a handprint, the thunderclap of release resonated explosions of pleasure and the indelible print in the shape of Steve's penis against her womb. The aftershocks of her latest climax rippled through her still as she re-tuned to her surroundings. Diana heard the now familiar sound of Steve's thighs and scrotum against her thighs and sex but now it was joined by a fresh sound, she was unfamiliar with. Diana hadn't witnessed Steve's orgasm yet so it was no surprise that she didn't recognise the warning sounds as his breathing got heavier. Steve's eyes started to lose focus, he could hear the blood pumping in his ears, his chest was tight, his mouth dry, his pulse throbbed in his temples as all sensation that he had focussed on the steely flesh encased within Diana's wet embrace. He was close. He was very close. "Oh God. I'm gonna cum. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Can you feel that? Can you feel my cock ready to fill you up? I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fill your pussy with my jizz. Fuck. Fuck FUUUUUUUUCK!!" And with that, Steve pulled his penis out and took it in his hand, directing the flow of semen that it spat forth across Diana's back and buttocks. The force of his ejaculation sent spurt after spurt onto Diana's skin but also onto the window, where it slid slowly down, leaving a trail as it went across both. "Wow. I mean, proper wow. I mean, fucking hell, WOW! Fucking wow mister. That was something else. I was sure that you were going to cum inside me. Why didn't you?" Diana spoke as she stood up, extricating herself from Steve's spent cock along the way. Steve stood back, creating room between him and Diana. "I thought about. I thought a lot about it. And I wanted to. But at the final second, I remembered that you're my damsel in distress and I'm your knight in shining armour. And it just didn't seem very chivalrous to do it. Besides, I figured that you're either going to be grateful that I didn't and want to say thanks, or you're going to be disappointed that I didn't and want to make up for it. Either way, it's a win for me. Provided that I've not worn you out yet."