4 comments/ 13082 views/ 3 favorites A Quiet Encounter By: Paige_Morgan I've been invited to see a band play - on the behest of my best friend who has been following them for ages despite them not being overly popular. The venue is a small but busy coffee shop...the kind of place where they have open mic and jam nights and poetry readings. I get there late, as is typically my way, and make my way through the crowd. I order a coffee, and find a piece of wall to lean up against. My friend is nowhere in sight, and I think I may have missed her. People are mingling and brushing past me, and I'm doing what I can to keep from pouring coffee on myself as I'm wearing a sheer white top that would not be forgiving. The band isn't playing...it's on a break, so I let my eyes wander around the room...seeing a few familiar faces but nobody I would want to converse with at the moment. The band members slowly begin to make their way back to the stage for their second set, and I see you standing and adjusting your guitar...we make brief eye contact and I smile at you, which you blush at and quickly look down. A few moments later, you're playing your set. It's good music and people are swaying...I like the music but find that you are the only person I'm interested in looking at. You've got on a pair of well worn but comfortable looking jeans and a blue button down shirt...untucked and with the top one or two buttons undone. I start to daydream as I stare at your chest and shoulders, and at the look of concentration on your face...and wonder about how good you are with your hands as a musician, and when I finally let my eyes drift back up to your face, you're staring at me with some of the bluest eyes I've ever seen...and a bit of a cheeky smirk on your face - cuing my turn to blush and break eye contact. You finish the set with stolen glances, and disappear into the crowd. I have a second coffee...still standing against the wall, and I feel a hand touch my shoulder. I turn to see you standing there. You smile, and without saying anything, let your hand trace its way from my shoulder, down my arm, and to my hand, where you give me something. You give me a steady look as you push my hand closed around some paper, and walk out without saying a word. Feeling as though I've been holding my breath through the whole transaction, I let out a breath of air and look at what you've given me. It is simply an address - I know the area...rural with a number of homes but very few businesses. I feel conflicted because it seems risky, but then I think of your smile and your hands, those eyes and the look you gave me, and decide to go. After driving for about 15 minutes, I come to a quiet street...just rows of houses. I stop my car at the address you gave, and get out. Nothing...as I contemplate leaving, it begins to rain. Then another car turns onto the street and pulls up behind mine. The lights turn off, and I can see you in the driver seat. You get out of the car and walk towards me, and as soon as I move to speak you bring your hand to my face and place one of your fingers on my lips to silence me. Without speaking, your other hand moves to my face, and taking my cheeks in your hands, you kiss me. It is a gorgeous kiss. Slow, but deep and passionate, and the water dripping off of our faces is in perfect contrast to the heat generated by it. I can feel myself involuntarily moving my hands around you to the small of your back, pulling myself into you. You pull away and look at me. My nipples are hard and pushing against the (now somewhat transparent) fabric of my shirt...you smile and slowly trace your wet hands down the sides of my neck, playing with the collar of my top and then running them down over my breasts. I let out a quiet sigh, and kiss you again...your hands tracing down my sides and over the back of my skirt to rest on my ass...you gently pull me towards you and I can feel your cock stiffening against me. Your fingers are almost imperceptibly hitching up my skirt. I bring my hands down. I run one against the length of your cock while the other unbuttons you and pushes down your zipper. My skirt is moving higher and higher, and I can now feel the cold of my car window against my cheeks. I see a light and suddenly become painfully aware that we are standing on the side of the street in a residential area - I open my mouth to say something but my words are reduced to a moan as you cover it with yours for another deep kiss. The car passes, seemingly failing to notice us. I reach into your pants and remove your cock...hot to the touch in the summer deluge. You've pushed my skirt all the way to my waist, and with one more kiss, you turn me over. I lean over the hood, and you peel my underwear down my long legs and on your knees, remove them. Your hands run from my ankles, up over my calves and over my thighs - moving to the inside of them as you do. I feel you applying pressure to them and obediently spread my legs for you. Your hands move up to my ass - you take one cheek in each hand, squeezing, you spread them to further expose my pussy. I can feel your breath - nice and warm, and mixed with the rain bouncing off my now exposed bum, it sends a shiver up my spine. You raise your head and lick me - as you do, I gasp and involuntarily buck my hips towards you. You explore my already dripping pussy with your tongue, flicking it over my clit...pushing it inside me...and my breathing becomes slightly laboured. When I begin to rock my hips back and forth, you stand...hands still firmly on my ass, and push the entire length of your cock into my pussy. The air is pushed from my lungs and as I exhale, I look up to see a man standing in his living room window watching us. I move to stop you, but you have a firm grip on me and are fucking me with such a strong and steady rhythm that within seconds I stop caring about our spectator, who is making no move to leave anytime soon. You push into me forcefully...leaning over me - I can feel your breath on my neck and ear, can feel the rain dripping from your hair, nose, lips, and chin onto me...one of your hands comes to my face and lifts my chin back up to the window...I make eye contact with the man once again while you're driving your cock into me and making me moan loudly. You look up at him too, and then continue to fuck my pussy mercilessly...I begin to release...wetness running down the inside of my thighs...you feel my muscles spasming around your cock and increase your speed - long deep fast strokes, your breath on my neck...I hear you begin to moan as you pump yourself inside me...erratically thrusting, before collapsing over me. You stand up and do up your pants while I stand and straighten my skirt. You lean in and give me a soft kiss on my wet cheek, we get into our respective cars, and drive away. A Quiet Encounter He heard her car pull up and rushed to open the door before she could even knock, eager to feel her touch. She walked in and smiled, dropping her things to the floor and kissing him passionately without saying a word to him. This was how they liked to begin. Her showing up to his hotel rooms and him being fully undressed by the time she arrived. This was just the latest rendezvous of their long-standing and seemingly unending affair. They would make time to see each other and please each other physically then part ways. She would go back home to her husband and children and he would return to his solitary existence of constant business. They never let their separate lives affect what they had with each other though. They cherished every second and every touch. There was no world outside of the room when they were together. As they kissed she reached down and grabbed his manhood. He was so excited she could feel his pulse in it as if it had its own heartbeat. Her touch always did that to him. He could never resist her. He was her slave just as much as she was his. They walked over to the bed, never letting each other go, and before he could react she was on her knees taking him into her mouth. He moaned passionately. There was no other woman on Earth that could make him feel the way she could. She was a goddess to him. When he felt he could no longer take it he stood her up, and made her stick out her tongue so he could suck it. He always liked to taste her tongue after she sucked on him, it turned them both on. He kissed her neck and collarbone as they worked together to get her shirt off so he could reach her breasts and her fully erect nipples. He teased them with the tip of his tongue and sucked them while he lifted her skirt and lowered her panties. As he kissed his way down she grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him back up, wanting to feel him inside of her before anything else. He happily complied and soon they were moaning together in ecstasy. He was where he belonged, in his favorite place in the world. Thrusting as if his life depended on it, striking their pelvic regions together like a guillotine attempting to split her in half. She cried out, overwhelmed by the feeling of joining in body with the only man that also stimulated her mind and soul. Tears began to flow freely from her eyes as she scratched and grabbed at him, punching his chest and grasping at the covers like a mad woman. He pulled out and flipped her over roughly. Reentering her and losing himself in the act, grunting like a primitive beast, his moan a war cry to honor the gods of love and war. He reached forward and grabbed her hair and neck, pulling her head back to get a better grip on her throat with his powerful hands. He pounded her relentlessly, enjoying the sight of her cheeks bouncing with his every stroke. He was the first man on Earth and she was the first woman, discovering the purpose of their sex organs for the first time. They were the last two members of a dying race, struggling to maintain their species. They were young lovers giving each other their precious virginities and an old couple making love for the final time. The world's rotation depended on their coupling and they would not fail it as long as they both survived. He resisted the urge to explode within her and pulled away, licking her soft entryway as if apologizing for his brutal treatment for her. She breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath but failing as his mouth made her feel like flying. He wrote his name on her with his tongue, as an artist would sign his greatest work of art. He breathed life into her as if she was drowning and she came close to drowning him with her juices. The warm liquid flowed down his throat as her legs quivered and she retreated, unable to handle the sensation of being touched anymore. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to him, spreading her legs and climbing back into her temple of pleasures. This time they went slow while looking each other in the eyes. His strokes were long and deep, ensuring she would feel every piece of him. She hugged him close before tapping his shoulder, signaling him to roll onto his back and let her take control. She began slowly, the warm embrace of their private parts coaxing more moisture from her body. He moaned and hand his hands from her knees to her backside, grasping it firmly and guiding her back and forth on him. Before long she began to lose control and rode him like a rocket into space. They witnessed supernovas and black holes together as they strode the heavens. It was like dying and being born all over again when they climaxed together, crying out in unison. They lay together for a while, unable to disconnect themselves. They kissed lovingly and smiled while catching their breath. They looked at the clock and sorrowfully saw that their time was up for this session. He helped her put her clothes back on and they both laughed at the quivering weakness in their limbs. That signaled a job well done for both of them. There was a small kiss as she headed out the door. After a few moments he received a text message: "I needed that. My body feels amazing." He smiled and replied. "Until next time."