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I’m shy.

Sometimes, I wish people would just accept that and get over it. What does it matter if I don’t want to do every activity or every person out there? I don’t have an answer to that and neither did the high-strung people I sometimes enjoy calling my friends. Their countless attempts at throwing a man in my face and hoping he’ll stick--no pun intended--have turned into a bi-monthly tradition. And while their intentions are mostly benevolent, the results have always turned in the opposite direction.

Our most recent excursion is what led me to be seated on one of the last available bar seats at my favorite club. Now don’t get confused, I am never here for the dancing nor am I here to pick up a nameless, meaningless face with a nice package. Oh, no. I am the observer. The Nick Carroway of the 21st century, if you will. And that night after a impossibly horrific date with yet another of my friends’ set-ups, this booming sweat-fest is where I resided, relaxing into the deafening roar of club music, drunkenness, and lust.

The charming bartender eventually made his way over to me. “Evening, Mai. What can I get you tonight?”

I sighed. “The usual for my I-just-came-from-a-failed-attempt-at-a-relationship nights.” Alex and I knew each other well from many nights of disappointment and this was nothing new for either party.

His smile dimpled. “A screwdriver it is. Will I need to be calling a cab for you tonight or are you are you planning on getting whisked off your feet?”

Smirking, I replied. “Oh, definitely the latter.” I looked at him with an eyebrow raised. He held my gaze with his for a moment, grinning along with me, then disappeared to go make some other customers swoon and thrust money at him.

What a strange creature, I thought, laughing to myself. I swiveled my chair around and peered out at the sweaty mob gyrating in the middle of the musty room. Fluorescent-neon lights swept across the sea of people in beat with the thudding music. I cocked my head, letting my eyes wander among the many sexy men and women mixed in the crowd when one of them abruptly caught my eye.

He was not actually on the dancefloor, but rather casually draped along the wall around it. He was across the room from where I was sitting. Alone. What really had me hooked was his expression: a mirror image of mine when I get consumed by the atmosphere this mid-sized, hypnotizing club provided.

Then his eyes opened and he looked right at me. I froze and felt my chest constrict under his cautious stare. He licked his lips and darted away from my line of sight, surrendering himself to the mass of sticky bodies.

I couldn’t help but feel disheartened. Although, if I’m being honest, it’s not like that emotion was anything new. I turned back around to find Alex leaning on the bar with my drink in his hand, looking off in the same direction. “He’s looks new,” Alex said, handing me my well-needed alcohol, “I’ve never seen him here before... You interested?”

I waved off the remark. “Please. I just got finished with one rejection, I do not need another.”

He shrugged. “Well, I’m always here for you if you are tired of rejections.” Alex thrust his hips towards me.

I laughed and took another sip of my drink. “You know me too well for that.” That wasn’t the first time the thought had come up, though. I had considered the cute bartender many times, but the more we hung out, the less sexually-appealing he became. “You’re like a brother. Granted you’d be annoying as hell, but a brother to me nonetheless.”

“Okay.” Alex kept a grin on his face. “Suit yourself.”

I rolled my eyes and spun back around, intent on looking for my Mystery Boy again, even if it was a doomed cause. My hazel eyes endlessly scanned the room, scouring for the same golden-brown hair and chiseled body I’d seen moments before.

“Who are you looking for?” Came a gentle voice beside me.

I glanced over, half shocked and half unsurprised to see Mystery Boy sitting on the stool next to me, casually drinking from a glass. “What makes you think I’m looking for anyone?”

“Given the fact that you’re sitting here alone, in that dress, is enough to make me believe you are looking for some thing. However, I can see in your eyes that you’re on a hunt for some one. ” He looked at me through his eyelashes, inquisitive.

“Observative. Borderline creepy. Is this how you normally accumulate girls? You lure them in with strange talk?” I managed to keep my voice steady, though my heart was pounding in my chest.

“No.”

“Did you want to elaborate on that one?” I asked.

“No.”

“Alright then.” He was losing some of his initial cryptic appeal. “Great talking to you. I hope you find someone else to toy with tonight.” I started to collect my things half-heartedly, waiting for him to stop me and apologize. He just watched me, amusement stippling his eyes. I huffed. “Ok, I give up. What is it exactly that you came over here for?”

He chuckled. “If you didn’t know the answer to that, you wouldn’t still be here.”

“Touché.” I blew a piece of chocolate-brown hair that had fallen down from my fading up-do. I let my gaze wander back to the crowd. “Well then... how’s your night going?”

His grin resurfaced, almost playful. “Very well, thanks. How is yours?”

“Not quite as swell as I thought it was going to be.”

“Oh, Maia. Stop boring the guy with your sappy shit.” Alex butted in as he swiftly moved to get a bottle of vodka from the brightly illuminated shelves.

“I haven’t even--!” But he was gone before I blinked again.

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” He put his hand gently on my knee and leaned closer so that his lips were tickling my ear. “You haven’t lost any of my interest... yet.”

Chills trickled down my spine as I inhaled his alluring cologne before he settled back in the seat. I subconsciously ran my tongue over my bottom lip and stared at this man: his well-muscled arms, his strong hands, the t-shirt he wore that stretched over his obviously toned body, his deep green eyes. My chest shook a little with every breath I took. The hell is wrong with me? I mentally tried to slap some sense into myself, attempting to break the trance his voice and his touch had put me in.

“Um,” came my brilliant response, “Yeah.” Why was this guy having such an affect on me? And so quickly? It must have been a combination of the club atmosphere, the earlier rejection, and my increasing need for a good fuck.

“It’s Maia, right?” I nodded. “Beautiful name. It suits you.”

I tried not to smile too ridiculously. “And what about you, Mystery Boy?”

He shook his head. “It’s Christian. Call me Chris for short.”

“Ok, Chris. So, what now?” I said, finally regaining my bearings despite his closeness.

“Well, I’d hate to be too forward, but if you find it to your liking, would you like to accompany to my apartment?” He ran a hand through his thick dark hair. I couldn’t tell if this guy was chivalrous or just cocky.

“Yep.” I took a couple big gulps of my drink and winced slightly as the liquid fire surged inside me. “Right now. Let’s go.” I started hurriedly grabbing my things, threw a twenty on the counter and hopped off the stool, wobbling a bit in my pumps.

He caught my arm, saving me from falling flat on my ass. “A little eager aren’t we?”

“You’re the one who made the offer.” I looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

He mimicked me, “Touché.”

I pulled him towards the door, suddenly courageous and unfearful. “Whatever.”

He laughed as we fell out of the building’s doors. “Let me get my car. Wait here and try not to damage anything... or anyone.” He rounded the corner mumbling something about never having seen a girl get drunk so fast.

I giggled and soon started to realize that I was only partially-tipsy. What seemed to be making me act drunk was his physical presence, and now that there was a lack of that I came back to reality for a moment. Thoughts started coursing through my head. What if he’s a serial killer? What am I getting myself into? Oh god. But he’s so hot. Shit, I sound like a horny teenage girl. Fix yourself! His car halted in front of me and suddenly my mind went blank. A beautiful Audi GT Spyder sat on the curb with the ever-endearing Chris inside it. Unless he got his money from selling drugs or something, there was no way this guy could have been any more of a danger to me than my own brother.

“Come on, then!” He gestured to the door. “What happened to all that giddiness?”

“Still here, just more nervous now.” Regardless, I got in the car and quietly basked in the luxury.

“Don’t worry, I’ll treat you well.” He flashed a smile and took off.

---

We arrived at his apartment and we quickly made our way inside as a clap of thunder rang out in the distance. He guided me to the elevators and I got an eyeful of the beautiful and tastefully decorated building.

“I’m glad we got here before the storm did,” he said, pushing the silver button for the top floor. “Wouldn’t want to ruin that dress before I got a chance to.”

“What?” My eyes snapped to his and I gave him a disbelieving look.

“Nothing.” He grinned. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Mhmm.” My lips twisted into a small smirk as the door opened silently into his bachelor pad.

“Well, here it is.” He gestured around him. “Hope it suffices.”

I let out a nervous laugh and almost wept with sheer joy. The place was gorgeous, unparalleled to any home I’d ever been in. “You’re kidding, right?” I walked over to the living room where a wonderfully plush rug was begging to be walked on. “That lamp over there probably costs more than all the furniture in my bedroom.” I turned around and looked at him in awe, “What do you do? Sell countries?”

He laughed. “No.” I opened my mouth to ask him more but he cut me off, “And no, I’m not going to elaborate.” He moved closer to me and took my hand, “Now is not the time for that.”

“I just--.” He pulled me toward him quickly and my words were stolen as his lips connected with mine. I relaxed into his arms and stretched mine around his neck, sliding my hands through his hair and pulled him closer. He deepened the kiss as he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Immediate lust and adrenaline raced through me. I bit his lip lightly and started to wrestle with his tongue as he began making his way towards the couch. We fell back into the plush material and he moved his kisses down to my neck as he straddled my waist. My back arched, welcoming his caresses. He pushed my dress up and slid a hand into my panties, taking his time as he glided his fingers up and down my slit, which was already slick with my arousal. I gasped as his teeth dragged along my collarbone.

His nimble fingers easily found my clit and circled it, teasing the pulsing nub. He pulled down the top of the dress with his free hand and immediately went to work, sucking and biting and licking my nipples. “Oh my god, Chris.” I felt an orgasm start to grow. My body writhed in his hands, trying to open even more to his touch. I started to shake, my breathe becoming more and more shallow. I ran my fingers through his hair and held onto his neck and I rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through me. Every muscle in my body was clenched, my torso convulsed and a huge clap of thunder rang out and resonated within me as I hit my peak. I let out a groan and pulled his hand away before I fainted.

He helped me sit up. “ Are you okay?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I just--” I took a deep gulp of air, “--just give me a moment.” He sat back on his heels, keeping a steady gaze on me. “But please, don’t let that stop you from...” I gestured to his body. He raised an eyebrow, smirking as he pulled off his jacket and then his shirt. I sat up, too, having regained control of my limbs, and took off the dress completely. His warm hands stroked my arms and I worked on removing his pants, the buckle jingling rapidly as I hurried to get them off. I reached into his boxers and ran my hands along his tool. I could see his well-muscled body shudder as I increased the pressure.

He brought his lips to my neck again, tickling the spot right under my ear. I giggled and flinched back, but he had his goals set on me and continued his attack on my lips. I quickened my pace, twisting my wrist at the same time I stroked long lengths up and down his cock. My other hand, previously resting on his heaving chest, slid its way down to lightly finger his ball sack, which seemed to push him over the edge. With one final grunt, he pulled back from me, spurting his cum on my stomach.

Another round of thunder and lightning filled the spacious room. We watched it drip down my torso in the flickering dim light, but before it could go any further, I scooped some up and licked it off my fingers. I held his eyes captive as I began to suck and lick my fingers, just to get him heated again. Chris was back to full hardness in no time and by then I had already pulled him onto the couch to straddle his waist, letting him feel the heat radiate from my sex. Before I could do anything more, he latched onto my nipples, readily available in front of his face.

“Uhh, Chris, shit.” I couldn’t help but hiss quietly and roll my body on his.

I sat back, letting my pussy slightly envelope the tip of his thick shaft. It forced him to release my tits from his lip-lock. “Mmmm, you’re so fucking tight!” He groaned as he tried to thrust himself in me. I held his torso with my hand, stopping first to caress his well-developed abdomen. I slowly settled onto his cock, letting myself adjust to his size. Finally bottoming-out, I started to rock back and forth at the same time he began undulating his hips with mine. He rested a hand on my hip for support as I picked up the pace. I lifted my hips up and down and started fucking him, the friction stimulating my clit as well. I leaned down to take his lips in mine, to my surprise, he held me to him and, running his tongue along my lips, began pounding my pussy from below. I tried to inhale and exhale normally, but with Chris fucking me so powerfully and my inability to remain completely coherent, I started losing my breath, gasping quietly with my forehead pressed to his.

He flipped us over suddenly, placing me on my back, and roughly opened my legs wide as he plunged into me once again, even faster than before. I felt a tingle begin to grow in my groin, slowly building as the head of his cock rubbed that sweet spot over and over again. He spit on his fingers and brought them down to my clit, fingering my little button in rhythm to his fucking. Lightning suddenly lit up the room and I knew the thunder would soon follow, even more stronger than before now that the storm was right over us. He pounded my cunt even faster, bringing on the imminent orgasm faster than I thought possible.

“Maia.” He looked me in the eyes with a contorted expression. “I’m going to come.”

The question in his statement was obvious. I responded, managing to breathe out, “In. In me. Do it.” The thunder rumbled as he got in his last forceful thrusts, then we took off. The vibrations were everywhere: inside me, inside him, between us, around us. My body almost shut down entirely and I clamped down on his cock, feeling every thread of cum he shot inside me. Air seemed to be unavailable as we rode out our peaks. I could feel the electricity all the way to the tips of my toes. We shook together as the thunder finally receded.

He collapsed beside me on his couch, resting his head next to mine. We both silently stared at the ceiling, waiting for the other to break the silence, only interrupted by the rain falling outside.

“Well,” I went out on a limb, “that was the best sex I’ve ever had, if I’m being perfectly honest.”

He nodded, a curious look on his face. “Hey... what time is it?”

I deflated a little as I sat up and looked around for a clock. “Um. It’s 12:27. Why?”

“Hmm,” he looked only slightly puzzled now. I, on the other hand, had no idea what was going on. “I’m just debating with myself...”

“Ahhm, okay.” My stomach dropped.

“See, I have work in the morning--”

“Oh, well I could--”

“--but I’m not sure if I should just cancel the whole day to stay in bed here or free up my entire weekend.” He beamed devilishly at me.

I smacked him on the arm, “The hell? I thought you were going to kick me out.”

“Please. I’m not even through with what I want to do to you.” He kissed me lightly on the lips. “But I’m going to need more than just a night, if that’s alright with you.”

“Oh? And what do you need all that time for.” I couldn’t completely hide my smile.

He kissed my nose. “You’ll see.”

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Comments(7)

BunnyLovesCarrots
Posted 02 Apr 2014 08:28
Shy my ***!! haha.
Natalatay
Posted 06 Nov 2012 01:27
Please continue this story! It was so good and arousing Love the connection between Maia and Chris I want to know what happens after.
Sexyhipz
Posted 05 Nov 2012 12:55
wow that was kind of mindblowing, wonder if it's true?
oldflorida
Posted 05 Nov 2012 06:42
What a lovely way you have describing reactions and feelings. You do a wonderful job of telling a story that is Hot all the way thru. Tell us more please and Thank You Sydny
Turnstone
Posted 05 Nov 2012 05:08
Low-pressure storm, high intensity sex go gland in gland...
PhilAnders
Posted 04 Nov 2012 03:39
Sydny, thanks for sharing another of your excellent, totally erotic, and VERY AROUSING stories.
sweetvictory
Posted 04 Nov 2012 03:38
Love the instant connection. Can't wait to see if you'll "elaborate" on it!
 

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