1. Drink


    Date: 12/1/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: shrpsf, Source: LushStories

    He looked nothing like a Quentin. The six foot four titan in olive-green waved at me from across the station. How he managed to spot my diminutive figure amidst the rush-hour mob, was beyond me; I looked unremarkable with no makeup on and a trench coat hued the obligatory black to fit in with the gloomy London masses. “Come here.” I was accosted by a literal bear hug. Something grizzly tickled my chin as I felt the life squeeze out of me. “You look even better in person.” I blinked, repeating his words in my head. He could not mean them. Nevertheless, I laughed a nervous “Thanks,” before adding, “So do you.” His head flung back slightly at the returned compliment. Disbelief coupled with a smile of resigned acceptance. False modesty. I can bet he’s told how good he looks on a regular basis. You couldn’t single out a particular feature about him. Everything just came together in a surreal portrait of a man who could have any pussy he wanted. There was a rugged danger about this man. His eyes communicated a clear honesty, and right then, I sensed he was stripping me bare. Of clothes. He knew I’d read his thoughts. A smirk tugged at his mouth; a mouth I wouldn’t be able to resist spreading my legs for – not until I’m left a quivering mess, and he’s done lapping his fill of sweet girl cum. In fact, I'd hold him there, with hands pressed lightly behind his head and my knees drawn up to either side of my chest. Knowing him, he’d have that mouth grinding mercilessly against my cunt ...
    ... until I’m begging to be ploughed senseless with cock. By then, I’d have pushed past the point of no return, but would I really care? I think I’d enjoy it. He knows I want him in the dirtiest way; I wouldn’t have sent those come-fuck-me shots otherwise. “Your last snap was so hot,” he whispered, grabbing my arm to keep me from going adrift with the rest of the crowd. “I just wished you had properly taken off your panties.” “Oh yeah?” I chuckled, tempted to remind him that he had explicitly denied me the pleasure of sending him full nudes, preferring me to just... tease, instead. We were greeted by a gust of cold air at the station entrance and yet an unmistakable flush rose up my cheeks. I wasn’t sure where we were headed to; he had mentioned something about grabbing a drink. “It’s cold.” Twin puffs of mist emphasised his point. “Pub?” “Please,” I replied. Neither of us felt like talking too much outside in this weather. The door to the nearest one rattled past its frame to let a burly Englishman and his petite Asian companion in. The heat was a nice welcome, I thought, as he ordered us two beers. Soon we found ourselves nestled in a quiet little corner, our respective pints in hand. He was an affable man, and we quickly settled into comfortable conversation about his work and my studies. It was as though my risqué photos, and his earlier allusion to them, had never happened. I didn’t mind. This was exactly how we wanted to meet. Free from the expectation of anything happening. ...
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