1 comments/ 14245 views/ 1 favorites Meeting Chris By: TheSubstitute This story was greatly inspired by someone I did recently meet in a bar and I think the story could have easily turned into what is described below, except I was stupid enough to pass this chance. Comments and criticism are welcome and don't forget to vote. Enjoy! Don't things always happen when you least expect them? Any guy will be able to relate to this statement. Whenever you go out with the goal in mind to meet someone and maybe get lucky, it never happens, doesn't it? So the other night I made plans to go out my buddy Frank, to watch some lame, amateur kickboxing fight at the local Hilton. We figured it's something to do and at least we might get a few laughs and see some pretty ring girls. As it turned out, the whole show was terrible and we both felt that we could have put up better fights ourselves. In order to get past the disappointment, we decided to go across the street and wash the frustration down with a few beers and shoot the breeze for a while. The bar was very crowded, as it always is on Friday nights. It's one of these things with interesting stuff hanging up everywhere and on top of it, they always have a couple of performers there during the weekend, singing old, sappy songs from Cat Stevens and the like. Not my cup of tea, but it always seems to draw a crowd. We found a little space against the wall, across from these four girls which seemed to have a grand time with each other. Sort of reminded me of "Sex in the City" in a suburban setup. Me and Frank are both from Switzerland and in our early forties. While either of us has been in the US for the better part of 20 years, when it's just the two of us, we still speak Swiss German. Now Frank is a very tall, lanky guy, who kind of looks like Kramer in Seinfeld and he is about as clumsy to boot. Anyway, he always sticks out of the crowd because he is 6'5" and the only thing bigger than his height, is his nose. I'm more of the average guy at 6 ft., but I try to keep myself in good shape with regular exercise. While Frank is the shallow type who will just about jump on anything with a skirt and preferably stockings and high heels, I'm the complete opposite. As a result, he's had sex with many woman and I haven't. I can be painfully shy around girls, until I feel comfortable. However, once I know a girl, I'm willing to talk and try anything, but I'm generally very picky. As Frank had just broken up with another demon possessed girlfriend, he had quite a story o tell, which is always very amusing. Did I mention that he is quite a good story teller? Just as he was getting to the juicy part of the story, one of the "Sex in the City" girls turned to us and asked us if we were German. We told her that we were from Switzerland, yet the German language is quite familiar to us. As I looked into her face, or more precisely her eyes, I felt like I could see right inside her. There was an instant connection of sympathy and understanding between us. I was completely startled and tongue tied accordingly. However, Chris seemed to have no such issues at all and started to chatter right along, about how she was here with her three other friends, celebrating one of their birthdays. Chris is about 5'6" tall and was wearing a relatively conservative sweater, a long beige skirt and low rise black shoes. Nothing blowing the mind. But her face was entirely different. Short wavy red hair, a set of perfect teeth, framed by a pair of sensuous lips that look slightly crooked when she smiles. This only made her more appealing to me as it gave the impression that she was up to no good. Her eyes are this beautiful brown, but more importantly, they are clear as the purest water. Like a freshly cleaned window to her soul, hidden by a pair of narrow, very stylish Roeder glasses with a black frame. The kind that state "I'm different and damn proud of it." The openness with which she talked, only confirmed my first impression. At first, it was the regular small talk chitchat and then the age guessing started, because it was her girlfriends birthday. Everybody tried to be polite with the guesses and for once I didn't insult anyone, nor did Frank. During the whole time, I couldn't help but feeling that I was just staring at Chris and there was nothing I could do about it. I was fascinated and I felt incredibly alive. Lucky me, it seemed like Chris kind of liked me too and we soon drifted a little bit apart from the rest of them. What followed, was the most blunt and open conversation about sex I ever had with anyone I knew for less than a year. I don't even remember how the topic came up, it just did. I knew then that the connection I felt, was not just a product of my overly active imagination. We seemed to have much in common. We both love sex and a wide of variety of it. Suddenly, Chris asked me, "did you ever have anal sex?" This was getting serious and I said I did and loved it. "I only had it once, but I loved it a lot and would like it again." "So do I and I love the way you can use toys in a very imaginative way." At this point, my cock definitely started to stir in my pants and I felt somewhat embarrassed. Thank god for a long shirt! The whole time I was looking into her face and kept thinking about how sweet it would be to kiss her. The more we talked, the more frequent the little touches became. A hand on the arm here, hand on hand there and the electricity seemed to build. All the while we both tried to keep a straight face, with less and less success. As our confessions progressed, I realized that we both had a preference best described as "anything other than plain vanilla sex." We both seem to love sex with a twist, semi-pubic, a little dangerous, somewhat kinky and a wide variety of it. I felt lucky when Chris started telling me that she had just broken up with a boyfriend because he couldn't maintain an erection. I said, "how could that be, with such as beautiful and exciting woman as you are? I have am hard as a rock just standing here, talking to you." Chris definitely took a sharp breath and her eyes narrowed, "you are?" "How could I not be talking about sex like that?" I almost heard the gears grinding in Chris's eyes and didn't know if I had gone too far, been to bold. Then a big smile spread across her face and she asked in a low voice, "may I touch it?" Just the way she asked, sent a lightning bolt through my whole body and I felt goosebumps raising all over. I turned sideways towards the wall, shielding both of us from plain view and whispered, "please do." She turned towards me to block the other side and while we looked into each other eyes, I felt her hand creeping under my shirt. She placed her hand right on my hard cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her hand seemed on fire, as I felt the heat right through my pants. "Thank you, I take that as a compliment," she breathed and her eyes took on this incredible, shiny expression of pure lust. A sigh escaped my lips and I had to try hard not to just groan loudly. As her hand disappeared, I asked if this invitation works both ways. Chris leaned close to me and said with a husky tone in her voice, " I'm shaved, I don't wear panties and if you touch me now, my skirt will get soaking wet. I'm so fucking horny now." I almost jumped out of my skin hearing these filthy, delicious words out of this beautiful mouth. "Chris, I have to touch you, please." "Then move closer and you'll have to lift my skirt to get your hand under." The excitement of this woman and the danger of being seen, was almost too much for me. I felt like we must have been so obvious and my face felt beet red, but there was no turning back. Chris pressed her hips firmly against mine to prevent her friends or other people from seeing. I had to slightly bend to catch the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it up, while Chris's breathing got heavier and her nipples peaked trough her bra and sweater. I finally got the skirt up and moved my hand towards her pussy. Once again, we were just looking into each others eyes, forgetting everything around us. While she slightly spread her legs, I just laid my open, sweaty hand right on top of her whole pussy. She felt hot and sweaty herself. She was completely smooth like a peach and when I lightly pressed with my middle finger, her fruit opened up and her sweet nectar spilled onto my hand. A tremor went through her whole body and she whimpered louder than she should have. "Quiet," I whispered, " your so smooth and wet, I wish I could kiss it for you." "Fuck, this is so hot," she breathed, "stick your finger in me" and suddenly I felt her hand on my cock again, nothing gentle about it this time. "Chris, stop or I will cum right here in my pants and it will be a mess." "Take me to the bathroom and fuck me!" Like an addict on drugs, I was willing to do anything at this point, I would have fucked her on the bar if she asked me to. Abruptly, with a glimmer of desperation in her eyes, she pulled my hand out and walked off to the bathroom. I turned around to see Frank engrossed in conversation with the three other girls. Nobody seemed to suspect a thing and I hurriedly walked off towards the bathrooms, which were downstairs. Chris was standing there against the wall, looking flushed. She threw her arms around my head and pulled me down. Our mouth met and we engaged in a kiss I won't forget for the rest of my life. Instant passion and moaning while our bodies pressed together. After a minute a girl walked out of the bathroom and gave us a "take it to the hotel" look, as she disappeared up the stairs. Suddenly Chris pushed me away, grabbed my hand and backed into the ladies room. I freaked for a second, but she must have checked before, because it was empty. She pulled me right into the handicapped bathroom and closed the door. "Staring at me she demanded, "I need to be fucked right now, take that cock out for me." Not wanting anything more than that, I opened my pants faster than ever and just pushed my pants down to my ankles, while Chris pulled up her skirt, turned around and bent over the sink. Nothing gentle anymore, just pure animal lust needing to be fulfilled. As she bent over, I could see her wet pussy, open and glistening. I shuffled right behind her and drew the head of my engorged cock through her wet slit. "No" Chris barked and her hand shot from between her legs grabbing my cock and bucked her ass back onto my cock. As her ass hit my stomach, we both moaned out loud, not caring anymore. Her whole inside seemed hot and tight and velvety and we both just enjoyed the feeling for a second without moving. "I'm coming" Chris suddenly screamed and I felt her whole inside contract around my cock, which almost made me come right then and there. While I was staring at the point of our contact so far, Chris's scream made me look up into the mirror and there, I saw a look on her face that was pure lust. While she was chewing her lower lip, her whole face was screwed into a mask of complete and utter desperation. I saw tears in her eyes, while she fought to connect with my eyes. At long last, I remembered to start moving my hips and immediately Chris reacted by rotating her ass, while pumping back at me. The whole time our eyes stayed connected through the mirror and we both made noises that made no sense to anyone both us. It couldn't last long, the intensity was just too great. Within seconds I felt an soul wrenching orgasm build in me that I have hardly ever experienced before. I just groaned as my life flowed into Chris and she felt it and it set her off again too. Together we shook in a shattering orgasm that seemed to go no forever. Finally, both us sweaty, breathing hard and very shaky on our legs embraced in a hug, holding each other up. Chris looked up at me and this huge smile spread on our faces as we kissed gently. "Let's get out of here before we get caught," she finally said with a grin. I quickly pulled up my pants and left after a last, quick kiss. As I walked back into to bar, Frank and the girls looked at me and one of them asked, "are you okay? You look all flushed." Trying my best to suppress a huge grin, I said, " yes I'm fine, thank you." Of course, 2 minute later Chris walked back into the bar and they look at her, then at me and I saw the lights go on in their eyes. Nobody said anything, but we all knew. Then Chris gave me a hug and asked, "please tell me this was not just a single encounter?" I kissed her and that was all the answer needed. Meeting Chris Ch. 02 Sorry it took me so long to write the second chapter and thank you to those who voted. In order for this chapter to make some sense, it might be wise to read Meeting Chris first. Please vote and your comments are welcome. If people like the story, I will add further chapters to the story soon. Thank you. I was having a nice, erotic dream about this beautiful woman fondling my cock through my pants while we're riding on the motorcycle. A gorgeous, sunny day and between the glorious smell of nature and her soft hands massaging my hardness from the backseat, my senses were in a happy overload. Suddenly, there was a buzzing that's disturbing and alarming...everything started to fade away into darkness and I panicked, what was wrong? My eyes popped open and after a few, seconds I came to my senses. Still half asleep, I realized my phone was ringing. A quick glance at my alarm clock told me it was 3.30 in the morning. "Who the fuck calls this time a night?", I cursed. "It better not be a wrong number." With that my hand reached through the dark to grab the receiver and pull it under the cozy warm blanket. "Hello?" I said, still half asleep. "Richard, its me, Chris, I'm sorry to call you in the middle of the night, but I feel weird." "Chris, I didn't think I'd hear from you so soon," I said with a smile creeping on my face, "what's wrong?" Almost whispering she said, "Richard, I'm so sorry what happened tonight, it's not like me to be such a slut, at least with a stranger! I have never done such a thing." Now I was fully awake and feeling panicky inside. I really liked this girl, whether we rutted like two animals in a public bathroom or not. Hearing her in a voice of despair made me cringe. With my best, soothing voice I said, " Chris, please calm down, this was definitely a first for me too. I hate to admit it, but I thought it was the wildest thing, but nothing to feel bad about. You don't regret it, do you?" Now, with a calmer voice and almost giggly she said, "no Richard, I loved it, it was so wicked, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought it might have been just that, a wicked fuck. You know, I went to sleep and I had a dream about us, a good one and then I woke up and you weren't here and I panicked." And then with an almost childlike voice she said, "I hope you don't think I'm being too forward, do you?" "Chris, I'm under the covers here grinning ear to ear." She started to laugh with that smoky, sensual voice I remembered from just a few hours earlier. "I thought you didn't like me and that's why you didn't even ask me to go home with you. So you do like me a little?" she asked, with some uncertainty. "Chris, I liked you the minute our eyes met in the bar, hot encounter or not. You better believe I would have called you in the morning no matter what. I was just so stunned by the whole thing, I was a little confused. It all happened so quick, you know. Can you understand that?" "Oh, your so smooth, aren't you?," she said and I could almost see the smile on her face. "Seriously Chris, I felt like I got hit by a train when I first looked at you. I know it's a cliché, but it was like somebody put their hand around my heart and gave it a good squeeze." I don't want to use the L word, but it was definitely lust at first sight," I said with a chuckle. "You're a bad boy, you know that. You made me do it, shame on you." "I'm sorry," I said, not feeling sorry at all, but being very happy instead. "So what now," asked Chris. "It's past 3.30 in the morning and I'm not sleepy at all." "Do you want me to get dressed and drive to your house? I could bring some coffee," I suggested while my dirty mind started to work in overdrive for no reason. "Hell no, I need some sleep. I have to be at work by 9 sharp, or by boss will kill me. We're working on this big software project." "Sorry, let me pull my mind out of the gutter," I said with fake regret in my voice. "Oh boy, I've got myself a live one haven't I?" I was for a second and replied, "look Chris, this was very unlike me last night. I'm normally very reserved when I first meet people. I can be very shy. I hope you don't me sharing so openly, but that's the way I like it." "I like that Richard, what else do you want to share?" I started to laugh and Chris asked, "what's so funny big man? Come on share." Still laughing I said" Okay, but it's a little embarrassing. You'll be okay with that?" With a giggle she said, " I'm an adult, I think I can handle it. Come on, now you've got my curiosity going." " I know, I wish you could be here under the covers with me, it would be a little more personal. Anyway, here it goes, you might think I'm a perv after that. So when I got home I had to pee, so I was standing at my toilet and hauled little Richard out." "He's not that little," Chris interrupted. "Are you complaining?" "Oh come on, now you're just fishing for compliments," she said, trying to put on a stern voice. "Okay, so I pulled big Richard out and he was still all, you know, covered from the both of us." "Really?" Chris interrupted with her voice sounding lower again, that husky tone. "Yes and then the smell hit my nose and I have to admit, I got hard so quick, I didn't even get a chance to pee first." "Maybe you're the slut here." "It's you doing this to me," I defended myself. "Maybe this is not a good idea Chris." "Don't you dare!" That stern voice came back. "Anyway, it was like an instant high, or something. I couldn't help it, I just started to stroke myself, thinking about what we did over there in the bathroom." I waited a second to see if she still wanted me to go on, but there was just this long silence. Worried about whether I said too much too early, I asked, "Chris?" All I heard in reply was a deep breath and "go on." Well, I couldn't stop, I was all wet down there and everything we did flashed through my mind, like a movie. Even your perfume was still on me and I could almost feel you around me." "Richard, I have to confess something." "Yes?" "This is turning me on and I'm feeling like a slut again." "That makes the two of us, I'm hard as ever under my blanket". "Rich, don't think badly of me, but would you mind if I took my toy out while you tell me this? I'm sorry, I can't believe I just said that," she said with the voice of someone who is torn between utter lust and the insecurity you feel when you first meet. Just the way she said it, made my cock jump under my blanket and I started to feel that this would turn into something very interesting. "Please Chris, do whatever makes you feel good. It's turning me on too and when you just asked me that, my cock jumped". "My pussy just quivered too. I can't believe I'm acting like such a slut" The next thing I know, I heard a faint buzz on the phone and I started to laugh, momentarily breaking the thick sexual tension. The noise disappeared and Chris came back on the phone laughing. "Meet Mr. Happy. We both started to crack up. "Listen Richard, while we are laughing here, I want you to know that I am a sexually very open woman and I truly believe one has to be open and honest about these things. Just from what we talked so far, I think you agree with me, right?" "I do and may I add something to this?" "Please." "I think this applies to more than just the sex part." "Hmmn, I think you're on to something here. Now, are you going to finish your story, or are you going to read Trotsky to me and make Mr. Happy run out of batteries for nothing? They're not free, you know," she quipped. I was laughing so hard. So you're a slut and a comedian? "Oh come on, you're hurting my feelings," she laughed out loud. I said, "I wish I could be there and watch you with Mr. Happy, my cock is jumping just from thinking of watching you play with your self. "Ohhhh, I'm sooo wet," she moaned quietly, "I wish I could watch you too, stroking that hard cock of yours. I can still feel you inside of me." Her voice got to me in a way nobody ever did and I had to stop touching myself for a second to avoid coming right then and there. "Chris, I can't touch myself right now, you'll make me shoot immediately." "Ooohhhhh", she moaned again, "my clit is like a rock and I'm rubbing it between 2 fingers, talk to me, please." "Chris please tell me what you're doing," I said breathing heavy. "Of fuck, Richard, I'm very slowly moving my toy in and out of my wet pussy with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other hand. Very slowly. if I go any faster, I'll cum right now." "Not yet Chris, hold it back please," I groaned while I gave my cock a hard squeeze, which resulted in a large drop of precum running out of me and down the side of cock onto my hand. "Chris, my juice is starting to run out of me and it's so slippery and wet." It sounded like her movements and breathing got more frantic and she moaned out loud, "please let me come Rich, my insides are running into my bed, I wish you could see me, my nipples are like rocks and I need you to suck them for me." "Chris, would it be okay if I shot my cum all over your breasts while I watch you cum?" I asked while my body started to stiffen, ready to explode. At the same time Chris screamed, " Rich, I'm sorry...can't hold back...I'm coming...coming so hard...yes...fuck...aaaaaahhhhhhh!" Hearing her dark voice scream out like this, almost made me see stars. My cock started to spew sperm everywhere, all the way up to my chest in huge globes, as I could see myself spraying it all over Chris's tits. I groaned every bit as intelligible as Chris as I yelled at her, " I'm coming all over you Chris, can you feel my hot sauce flying all over your tits?" "Yesssss, yes, yes Rich come all over me, I want to feel your hot come on me, show me that hard cock of yours!" The fireworks finally came to an end and we were both just breathing heavy into the phone. A smile spread all over my face and then I looked at myself and started to just laugh out loud. Chris started to laugh too and asked, "what's so funny?" With tears in my eyes I answered, " you should see the mess I made and now it's running down into the sheets, it a real mess. She joined in my laughter and giggled, "you should see the sheets under my ass, they're soaked, I came so hard." We both enjoyed the moment of post orgasmic happiness that nothing else can ever replace. She finally mumbled sleepily, "Rich I need to go to clean myself and then get some sleep. Would you call me at work and wish me a good day when you get up? I don't want to sound too clingy, but it would put a smile on my face. Can you understand that?" My heart took a leap in my chest and I replied, " it would make me happy to hear your voice, so of course I will call you." "Okay Rich, enough post orgasmic drivel, sleep tight," she breathed and hung up the phone before I could say anything else. I suddenly felt alone in my bedroom and crawled under the blankets. My last thought as I turned the light out was, screw the mess. I must have been asleep with a grin on my face in 2 seconds.