It was just a chance encounter, and I hadn’t even imagined entertaining any fantasies that day or needing any plausible deniability. I was out for drinks after work with some girlfriends, and this anomaly in the form of a delicious man shows up, and it was like a black hole opened up in the middle of the bar. He was gorgeous, with dark features and blue eyes so blue that you couldn’t help staring; it was like being caught in some tracker beam. He had obviously just got off work himself and wore his stress like a cape because it was like Superman crashed through the ceiling and don’t get me started on his smile. Fuck it, I need all the plausible deniability I can get; when he smiled to greet some co-workers, his dimples framed the most brilliant smile you can imagine that demanded a silent standing ovation by every girl in the bar as you saw every head turn and brows raise as eyes bulged and mouths hung slack. I was about to judge but noticed that I, too, stood there looking dumbfounded and in awe. I shook it off and tried to compose myself, but you could feel the tension in the room as all the single ladies’ claws came out and the air was immediately thick with catty competition. The poor man had no idea, and he had such an easy air about him that it made him that much more attractive. Nothing is hotter than a man who doesn’t know the effects of his gravity in a room. Humble, tall, dark, and handsome, put all that in a suit, and it isn’t any wonder why every girl in the bar and half the guys were ready to do battle. The whole scenario seemed like a well-devised scam by the bar owner the way everyone started ordering shots of liquid courage to fuel some additional plausible deniability.
Let me get off this poor man’s jock for a minute because fortunately enough there was enough time for that later. It wasn’t apparent at first, but I shortly became grateful that I was married and didn’t have to compete any longer. I went about my business of decompressing from my hard day at work. Suddenly relieved of that burden, I ordered a Long Island iced tea and sat back down to watch the show; little did I know then that I’d be starring in it. Don’t get me wrong, I stared, googled, and flirted like every other girl, but I wasn’t laying any odds either. I certainly wasn’t prepared when he started his beeline right towards me as I looked behind and around me like some dunce to figure out who he was eyeballing. Don’t get it twisted because I’m all that and a bag of chips myself, but I made the initial unfair judgment of this poor man that he’d be going after some of the plastic Barbie doll types who littered the bar just hoping to get their gold-digging teeth into him. So when he walked right up on me like he owned me and flashed those dimples, I must have looked so special the way I raised my brows and cranked my head up to see him. It was immediately evident that I was challenged as I lost my normally superb vocabulary and language skills because all I could stutter was some befuddled hello. I also got this nervous pit in my loins and suddenly squishy between my legs as his pheromones nearly knocked me on my butt. “Can I buy you another?” and of course his English was still fucking perfect as I felt desperate to pull it together and thankful that he was still innocently oblivious to his gravity thingy. “Dude!!” I scolded myself, needing to remind myself that I wasn’t in high school any longer and married to boot and that I should snap out of it as I said “Sure” to another Long Island in some unconscious response to enlist additional plausible deniability.
“Son of a bitch!” I told myself, “You are a professional, and you will hurt this poor man,” as I collected myself once again. I figured that if I was going to flirt, I’d better start acting like a grown-up. I managed through initial formalities and introductions and halfway through my next Long Island and was doing okay until he asked me if he could kiss me. Instinctively, I shook my head no and held up my ring finger, but I found myself locking lips reciprocally and even using that same hand with the ring to pull him down to my possessed and wanton mouth to fulfill more primal hungers. I had no idea who the hell I was, especially when I found my other hand wrapped around his waistband to pull him closer. I was floating as his large hand cupped the back of my head and his other pulled me closer by the small of my back where there was no denying his long hard appreciation for my enthusiasm. I jumped a mile inside my skin when I felt the sheer size and full appreciation of his manhood pressed against me, and I desperately had to push him back slightly with both hands on his powerful chest so that I could remember how to breathe again and to quench my sudden cottonmouth with more plausible deniability. I was relieved that he too obviously needed to recover as he took a deep breath and ran both of his hands through his hair and back behind his head to recover before realigning his package. Then those suddenly dreamy bedroom blues telepathically asked me to go home with him, and I just nodded my head yes as he slapped a few twenties on the bar and dragged me behind him. As I was being kidnapped with all my will, I saw all my girlfriends gawking at me, some with their hands thrown up questioningly and others pumping their fists in the air like I was starring in some Hunger Games movie, and I have to admit the hunger was strong.
I can’t clearly remember the Uber ride, but I do vaguely recall his large palm pinning me down while his other forced my legs open and my skirt high before he petted my steamy damp mound while blocking the driver’s view with his broad wide shoulders. The only other thing I remember about the ride home was his substantial finger breaking into me before he sucked it clean with deep hungry happy sounds and him once again dragging me behind him from the Uber. We crashed his spacious loft, like two mindless and reckless sweaty animals in heat and already halfway nekkid when he pushed me down onto his sunken bed. I ripped his shirt open, determined that I was going to show him a thing or two, and he smiled deviously down at me as my fingers raked down his bare chest and rippled abs. It was all touch and go for the next two hours, but there were some unforgettable details that I have to share. Still full of the plausible deniability allotted me I tried my damnedest to show him what’s what as I wrestled that magnificent cock in hopes to tame the beast but there was no taming this man. He worked circles around me, and I found myself tapping out on more than one occasion and daring him for more on the others. At one point, he had his hands locked behind my head and shoulders and ordered me to watch his glorious manhood as it broke in and out of me in what seemed like the longest, most fascinating strokes imaginable. I managed fairly well until then, and on that specific orgasm, I’m pretty sure I was speaking in tongues but with the universal foul-mouthed words recognized by all as I nearly bit a hole through my bottom lip and watched while I greased his fireman’s pole. The next time I recall returning to my body it wasn’t any more respectful because that time I was riding him painfully hard reverse cowgirl style with my arms posted on his calves and talking gangs of shit as I popped my hips and dropped it like it was hot. I laugh now at myself but when I was in the moment and looked back at him, and I knew I was owning his ass for at least that lucid moment because he could only intermittently watch as his cock broke me before he would have to throw his head back to collect himself. Unfortunately, watching him struggle to contain pushed me again over the edge, thus causing me to tighten up and convulse before falling off the bull. When I again came to, he was eating me back to life with the greatest form of CPR ever! I seemed to wake to my clit popping out of his mouth as his thumb pinned me to the mattress and stemmed the seemingly never ending lubrication my body was creating. When he noticed my rapid breathing again signaling that I was cognitive again, he rose between my battered thighs and clubbed my engorged clit with his heavy cock before he ran me through again. I couldn’t believe he was still going strong or that I could continue either. My muscles were already sore from cumming and yet again I was back on the horse and the threshold once again. I vaguely recall the whirlwind of Olympic athleticism that I had no idea I possessed or how I ended up flat on my stomach once again tapping the canvas after the violent orgasm that ended me. I showed him, I thought, and trust me, I was too exhausted and selfishly sated to feel bad when I had to literally kick him off me and push him away when he tried to mount me again. He took it in stride and patted my ass as he got up to go rinse as if raising his hands in victory and said “That’s okay love, we have an eternity,” to which all I could answer was a sated snore as I dreamt of our next date night out.
Happy Hump Day!
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