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By *RT7219 OP Man
over a year ago
Warrington |
The pub was quite lively for a Wednesday night. You had got the call from your best friend earlier that afternoon , "fancy a glass of wine and a catch up?", you were not really in the mood, having a tough day and was tired, but you were soon persuaded when the premise of "a good juicy gossip" was offered .
When you arrived your friend had picked a large brown leather sofa in the corner, she poured you a large glass of Merlot and the evening began. The trials and tribulations of your single friends life were the main topic for discussion, about the new temp at work , the sexy new neighbour moving in next door , watching the six nations rugby and the finer points of all the men with "buns of steel" and what she would do in the after match bath !..
The wine was flowing easily and you could feel the effects as you caught yourself laughing loudly. In your embarrassment you glance around the room and notice , not for the first time the older gentleman in the suit at the bar , I turn away as I catch your eye.
It starts to get late and your friend decides she still has the energy to carry on she tries to persuade you , but you politely decline making an excuse about feeling tired and needing to go home. Home is but a short 15 mins walk , so you put on your coat , hat and gloves then say your goodbyes "I have had a wonderful evening and we must do it again, now behave yourself and don't do anything I wouldn't" , you both giggle as you head out into the night air , waving goodbye as you part.
The night air is brisk , as you start to walk you curse under you breath as it starts to rain again, you pull your coat tighter and pull your head down and regret not catching a taxi. You carry on walking and slowly notice footsteps behind, you jump with a start as I ask , "would you like to share my umbrella? " , the startled face changes to a hint of a smile as you notice me as the gentleman from the bar. We continue to walk , exchange names and chat about the horrific british weather , the wind cuts across us as the rain continues to pour down. We turn the corner onto your street and head up towards your house. Suddenly a car drives past through a puddle in the road, the water drenches the back of our clothes as we are soaked where we stand . "fuck" we both say in unison as we both look each other up and down. There is a short pause before you offer , " I am so sorry , please come to my house it is just there , you can dry off and get a taxi, do you live far ?" , I explain I was over this side of town visiting friends and was going towards the train station when I saw you. You notice me glancing nervously at the ring on your finger , I protest "I don't want to be any trouble" , you reply " no trouble at all, I can't let you sit on a train in wet pants" , you giggle nervously , "don't worry my husband is working away , again. I have a local taxi number in the house" , I blush as I say "ok".
You turn the key in the door and push it open , your hand searches for the light switch and the hall becomes illuminated. We stand in the hall and can now both see the full extent of the drenching. I notice the curves of your body as the wet dress clings to you . "take your shoes off and come into the lounge , I will switch the fire on and look for that taxi number ", I take off my shoes and follow you into the room , " Do you want a drink while you wait , coffee , tea something stronger ?" , "coffee would be most welcome", you exit for the kitchen , I stand in front of the fire and start to dry my trousers.
You return with the coffee , "Stand by the fire , you look as though you are shivering" , you place your cup on the mantelpiece and face the fireplace , I stand behind you , feeling compelled to gently hold you , to warm you through. I wrap my arms around you engulfing you in my embrace. You melt as I squeeze tighter feeling my touch on your wet body.
"you will catch your death of cold" , you turn and surprise me , you clasp my head in your hands and pull my lips to yours , you kiss me firmly . I can no longer resist and return the kiss as I place my hands around your waist. You pull away to look me in the eyes , you smile as you bend your knees pulling me down onto the fireside rug. As we lay down my urgency increases , I kiss you , exploring your mouth with my tongue. I hitch up your dress to the waist never leaving your hold on me , I pull your french knickers over your knees, over your ankles. you release me from your hold , I raise up onto my knees as you open my belt , unbutton my trousers. You reach inside and pull me free as I harden within your grasp , I take your hands and raise them over your head as you lay back on the rug. I enter you deeply and begin to thrust repeatedly, hard , deep and fast, grinding into you as your legs wrap around me , you whisper gently "fuck me , please fuck me" , I speed up my rhythm as your grip tightens and you claw into my back , "make me come" , I push deeper and faster until I feel you shudder beneath me , I feel myself lose control as I come inside and collapse on top of you.
After a while I raise myself onto my elbows and look at your beautiful glowing face , I kiss you gently as I get up , get dressed in the glow of the fire and leave knowing it will never happen again.
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