A Successful Encounter
written by:
Mistral

A SUCCESSFUL ENCOUNTER

When he saw her, on the other side of the crowded bar, he knew she was the one. Not "The One" that people seeking love dream about. He didn't want or need love, romance or anything to worry about in the morning. He wanted to fuck her and forget her

It had been a long hard day. Not a good day at all. What he needed was a meaningless fuck and that was why he'd come to this singles bar. One good thing about being single and unattached was that he wasn't expected anywhere at any time tonight.

Strangely, he could almost sense that she was there for the same reason as him. She didn't look quite comfortable in the sexy outfit she was wearing. It wasn't that she didn't look great, but that she looked self-conscious. That was good. He didn't want a slut; just someone who needed to get laid as much as he did.

Her eyes scanned the place as she sat by herself at the bar, nursing her glass, and looking increasingly nervous. A tight, white, top, fitted like a second skin over her obviously bra-less breasts - nicely rounded with small nipples. Even in her seated position, he could see that black polyester mini-skirt clung to her ass and revealed a lot of bare leg which ended in a pair of black "fuck me" pumps. Her hair was drawn back in a clip, to reveal an attractive jaw line, and she was wearing too much makeup as if she had decided that If she was going to be a bad girl, she would look the part.

He realised that he wasn't dressed for the part, having come directly from his office on a sudden impulse. His tailored blazer with a striped dress shirt was too formal for the bar. At least he hoped that she wouldn't take him for a player. Realizing that he had to make a move before she lost her nerve, he asked the bartender to offer her whatever she was drinking.

He watched the bartender approach her, a newly filled glass of wine in his hand.

"From the gentleman at the end of the bar."

"Tell the gentleman," she replied, pushing the glass back toward him, "that if he wants to pick me up, he's going to need to bring this glass himself."

He could just make out the gist of her words from her action. "Someone's going to get lucky tonight." the bartender chuckled as he placed the drink before him. Brad picked up the drink and his own and walked towards her. She slid off the stool as he approached, the skirt riding high up on her thighs. He gestured toward an open table in the corner and they moved to it.

When she sat down, she raised her arms and stretched as if easing stiff muscles. Only a fool would have thought it was a necessary stretch, he thought. It was purely a honey trap, and his eyes locked on her small, hard nipples just as they were supposed to. He pulled his eyes away reluctantly and looked directly into hers before he spoke.

"You don't seem to belong here," he said.

"You don't either," she replied. "But that doesn't matter, does it?"

"No, I guess not. I'm Brad," he said, quickly thinking up a name. She smiled and looked back at him, knowing it was a lie.

"Jan," she answered, holding out her hand in greeting, holding it too long for a social handshake, and rippling her nails on his palm as she let go. He knew she was lying as well, but at that moment, he couldn't care less.

He opened his lips to make some kind of comment, about the weather, the bar, or anything. Anything that would cut through the obvious sexual tension that hung between them; anything that would make sure he wouldn't blow this.

She lifted her finger to his lips to hush him. She rubbed his lips a little, even pushing her finger in a tiny bit before she spoke.

"Let's not waste time on the usual pointless chat. You look as bored with this place as I am."

Scarcely believing his luck, and totally confident that she wasn't a hooker, he stood up and offered her his arm. Jan smoothed her skirt over her thighs, giving him an eyeful of her ass. He held the door open for her and put his hand on her tight ass to guide her through it.

They walked together to the parking lot, arms around each other. She ran her hand admiringly over the fender of his late model Jaguar and complimented him on his choice. As he opened the door for her, he leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth. Not a love kiss - a lust kiss. Their tongues battled for control as his hand moved up to squeeze her breast. Her hand went to his groin, squeezing his cock, and she melted into the seat, rubbing her nipples against his arm on her way down.

Without speaking, he pulled out of the parking lot towards a motel with an interior parking lot and a drive-through check in, one he had used before. From the corner of his eye he could see her looking around the inside of the car for the telltale signs of a woman in his life; typical female!

Before they had gone a mile from the bar, she was on her knees bent over the center console, pulling his cock out of his pants and wrapping her red lips around it. Driving with one hand and a knee, Brad reached over her ass, cupping it and working his fingers around the thong to her pussy, completely bypassing her clit and forcing two fingers inside her. That brought a grunt from Jan as she forced her mouth down further over his cock. This was no sweet oral sex. This was a blowjob, pure and simple. Brad angled his hips upward, feeding more cock into her greedy mouth.

When they pulled into the drive of the motel, she let go of his cock long enough for him to pay the clerk at the kiosk and obtain a key for a room at the far end of the lot. When the car pulled to a stop, she smiled, her lipstick smeared and lips glistening from the combination of saliva and his pre-cum. Seeing that the door was on her side, she grabbed the room key from Brad's hand and quickly left the car, leaving him to follow her out of the car and into the room.

The room was simple. A queen size bed, a TV mounted on the wall with a placard on it advertising the pay-per-view satellite porn that was available. Jan made no secret of her urgency. The door hadn't even closed before she started stripping, peeling the shirt off and dropping it on the floor.

With her nipples free to feel the cool air, they went even harder than they'd been from her earlier excitement. He moved to her and tugged the skirt down over her hips, letting it drop around her feet and she stood there in front of him in a black lacy thong and her heels. She bent over to un-strap the shoes but Brad stopped her, telling her he wanted her to keep them on.

She helped him out of his clothes, her lips hot on his chest as she kissed it, sucking and tugging on his nipples as her hands undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor.

When he stepped out of his shoes and socks and they stood there, nearly naked and clawing at each other, he pulled Jan to him. He pressed her body against his holding her hips tightly with his fingertips digging into in her firm ass cheeks. His cock was fully erect and pressed hard against her belly. Pulling her head back by the hair, Brad forced his mouth down on her, roughly pushing his tongue nearly to her throat.

Jan broke the kiss and pulled away. She turned around and faced the bed, grabbing the footboard as she bent over. The shoes tilted her ass up in such a way that her pussy was wide open to his view, the thong pulled taut between her lips.

She stood there wriggling her ass seductively, and without a word, Brad moved behind her, peeling the thong down just enough to give him access to her dripping cunt. With no attempt at foreplay, he grabbed both her hips and plunged his cock in to the hilt, feeling the head bump her cervix.

The ferocity of the thrust took Jan's breath away and if he hadn't been holding her hips so tightly, she'd certainly have fallen forward onto the bed. Pulling almost all the way out, he suddenly pulled her back against him by her hips, impaling her again and bringing her hands fully off the bed.

He used her cunt roughly. Time and again, his hard cock entered her, searing the walls of her pussy with his heat. She was perfect inside, tight enough to grip him and give him pleasure, and lubricated enough to ensure both their continued comfort.

Sometimes he would push her forward and put his weight on her, pounding so hard that his balls and thighs made a wet slapping sound as his body hit her ass. When he pulled her back against him, he would reach around and grab her breast roughly, squeezing it, twisting her nipple and sending shivers of pleasure/pain through her.

He had no idea how many times Jan came, although several times he felt the muscles of her cunt grip him harder as they contracted, and there were times when her moans took on an almost eerie quality. It wasn't that he didn't care about her pleasure; it was just that it wasn't going to make any difference. They were simply fucking. This was not making love.

Jan' mind was blank apart from colors that swirled as their bodies moved together; his thrusts like white bolts of pleasure in her brain. When he partly withdrew, she pushed back hungrily to meet another thrust, to feed her more of the drug that was coursing through her system.

He grabbed her nipples and another bolt of color, this time red, burst across the inside of her closed eyelids. Jan was living the sensations rather than feeling them, rainbow lights flashed each time she came, sometimes continuing seemingly for minutes as wave after wave of orgasmic delight overtook her. The built up stress in her body started melting, getting weak, breaking down and giving her new life.

Eventually she knew rather than felt that he was nearing his own orgasm. She had made love so many times. She'd had tawdry little quickies that weren't really about love before, but she had never been so thoroughly and completely fucked.

It was heat and passion. It wasn't just that anyone could have done this to her; she knew it was the particular chemistry between the two of them, at this particular moment, that caused it. She knew that he felt it as well. She also knew that right now, she wanted to be a slut and nothing more than a sex object.

His thrusts grew harder and deeper as the cum boiled in his balls seeking its release. Feeling its imminence, Jan used her arms to push him back feeling his cock slot out of her. She spun around, dropping to her knees and gripping his straining cock firmly. To her surprise, he came before she could suck him.

The first blast of cum hit her squarely on her lips, which had not yet opened to take him in. It dripped down her chin, and onto her breasts and the following jets doused her face with hot cum.

When she felt the initial rush subsiding, Jan took his still hard cock in her mouth, milking it for every drop of the precious juice. His hands wrapped in her hair, now only partly contained by the clip and making her look very much the part of a cheap tart.

Satisfied that she'd emptied him for now, Jan stood up, cum dripping from her face and breasts. She lifted her hands up, rubbing the cum onto her nipples, moisturizing her skin with it. With a finger she scooped some up and fed herself so that when she tilted her head up for a deep hard kiss, he could taste himself.

Jan playfully pushed him onto the bed, and jumped on herself, landing on top. Her still-hard nipples burned holes in his skin and the smell of sex was like a cloud in the room. She knew he needed a few minutes to recover, but she knew some little tips about dealing with men as well. While he pulled himself up a bit with his head on two of the pillows, Jan pointed the remote at the TV and surfed through the channels looking for something to pass the time before round two.

. Casually she used the remote to locate the pay per view menu, and looked for something to help arouse him. Looking through the descriptions she found one that she thought would meet her needs.

The film opened with a woman going down on her boyfriend in an alley behind what seemed to be a bar, typical porn fare. Things were complicated quickly when a gang grabbed the woman and dumped her in a car. The next scene showed her pleading to be released while the five well hung black men decided how they wanted to use her.

His hand started roaming down Jan's back towards her ass, and she could feel his heart beating faster, indicating that the visual stimuli were starting to work. Sliding down the bed, she took his semi-erect cock in her mouth and started sucking, teasing it into a full hardon. The scene shifted and the men had laid the girl on her back, her head hanging back over the edge of the car seat. Jan imitated her, inviting him to stand up and fuck her throat.

She gagged at first but then took it easily. The feeling of his balls resting on her chin whenever he filled her mouth with is cock was exquisite. Both of them were watching the scene and it was having the effect she wanted.

On the screen, the players changed positions, and the woman was being used. When it became a two on one, Jan told him to lay back on the bed. She quickly mounted him and facing the TV she pushed her pussy down on his waiting mouth where he quickly began an oral attack.

His tongue danced around her clit, which he sucked and nibbled on. His tongue started thrusting into her pussy, as deep as his position allowed. His nose pressed onto her anus with each thrust of his tongue, and the new sensation made her push back onto his mouth. He moved back slightly to probe her asshole with his tongue, and the first strong thrust of it inside her made her cum furiously.

As soon as she recovered, Jan changed positions and took his cock in her mouth and started bobbing up and down, watching the girl on the screen as she blew the long thick cock of one of the gang members. As a second man thrust into the porno blonde from behind, Jan grabbed his hand and pulled it to her pussy, indicating that he was to fuck her with it. He knew what she wanted and in moments was finger-fucking her to the beat of her cock sucking and the scene on the screen.

He flipped her over on her back and pushed her to the edge of the bed. With her head hanging over, Jan could still see the action, although it was upside down. He mounted her and entered her quickly, again without warning, and put his entire weight on her. Jan' body shook in orgasm after orgasm as he moved in and out, varying the beat, never letting her get into a rhythm. They were simply two bodies with one simple primal thought - fucking.

If he had been able to think, he probably would have been astonished by his stamina. The previous fuck had taken much of the sensitivity out of his cock, however, and that part of his body was like any other athlete's, and was running on adrenaline. There was no gentleness in his attack and no shyness in her response.

But nature took its course and he soon erupted into her with a loud yell of satisfaction. They lay there locked together, for a while, passion spent while cum slowly leaked onto the sheet

Looking at the clock, he knew it was time to go. Regretfully, he kissed Jan' ear and whispered that it was time for him to take her back, and she nodded in agreement. After they had washed and dressed, they made the short journey back to where she had left her car. The trip passed quietly. Seemingly knowing nothing about each other, they had almost nothing to say. However they could almost feel the sense of satisfaction and release in each other, and the atmosphere was relaxed and not at all strained.

When they reached the parking lot, Jan broke the silence. With a gentle smile, she told him,

"Now Brad, walk me to my car, and you can go back to wherever you came from."

He swatted her pretty little ass as she turned around, pushing her toward her car as she fished in her purse for her keys. As she neared her car, she gave him a knowing look over her shoulder.

"You'll never forget me or this night, you know." He somehow knew that she was right. It had been almost magical in providing what each had needed so much.

"I know, Jan, and I hope you never do either," he replied softly.