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The Best Date, Bar None Ch. 01

By: EnglishMuffins



Diana was tired. Not physically tired, her regular yoga sessions made sure that her body was toned and able to withstand the rigours of being a personal assistant in the city of Manchester. No she was tired of being alone and tired of being let down. She was giving up the rat race at the end of the month to pursue her dreams of making a living in make-up and beauty and having stayed in town to meet up with girlfriends, they had either cancelled or left early, leaving her on her own in a hotel bar, nursing an increasingly flat and warm glass of kir royale.

All the effort of getting glammed up for the night wasted. She was in what was at the upper end of her Friday night post work wardrobe. Myla lingerie that made her feel good, even if no one else was going to see it, complete with ultra-sheer stockings and suspenders. Small, but perfectly formed silver and diamond earrings, that matched her necklace and bracelet. A cream satin blouse, that hugged her bust and with the right number of drinks inside, could unbutton far enough to be interesting and a dark grey, pleated wrap around jersey skirt that gripped her hips like a second skin and stopped mid-calf. The slit of which, again for the right number of drinks, had a habit of exposing expanses of those calves and on occasion, her thighs above them.

She started to gather her thoughts and look for cash to settle her account and pay for a taxi when she was aware of the fresh musk smell of freshly showered man. Mmmmm, nice. That was one good thing about hotel bars, some of the guys that frequented them were staying upstairs and could take the time to be man-fresh before you encountered them.

"Hi", a voice insinuated itself through her thoughts. The accent wasn't local, reminding her of her times in London. She turned towards it and looked into deep hazel eyes

"Err, hi." then she turned back.

"My name's Steve and I haven't met my quota for rescuing damsels in distress this week. Can you help me out and let me freshen your glass?"

That was original. As chat up lines went, she'd not heard that one and it made her smile. "Sure, that would be very kind of you. My name's Diana. Nice to meet you Steve. And thank you for making me smile. And for the drink but a regular glass of something fizzy would be lovely." 

And suddenly, he had a bartender's attention and was effortlessly picking a bottle of salmon Brut champagne, taking the bottle from the counter and easing out the cork.

"Me and this bottle are going over to that booth over there. You're going to have to join us if you're serious about being my rescued damsel." and he picked up two glasses and the ice bucket to stride across the bar out of the main lights.

Something about his confidence, that stopped short of arrogance, made her powerless to refuse. He stood at the booth until she stepped past him and slid along the leather to sit down Then he poured two glasses, the correct way, obviously not his first time, and slid along beside her.

"To rescuing damsels" and they clinked glasses.

The next few hours flew past as they got to know one another, slipping past being strangers to bar flies, to friends with shared experience, to ...? She wasn't quite sure. She didn't feel tired any more certainly and she definitely enjoyed his company. It was good to be the centre of attention after so long.

"Mumble, mumble, outrageous, mumble, mumble, sex?" Diana was suddenly aware that Steve was looking at her expecting an answer.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?"

Steve smiled, although the smile came more from his eyes than his mouth. "I said, what's the most outrageous thing that you've done with your boyfriend, past or present and did it involve sex?"

Diana knew that the champagne had given her classic pale English skin a touch of pink but his question deepened the blush deliciously. Steve's warm eyes signalled that he appreciated her reaction to the question. Diana was now buzzing and feeling flirtatious.

"First of all, there is no present boyfriend. Second there was an outrageous time with a past boyfriend, and girlfriend but finally, I am not telling you what it was!" and then she waited for him to try and prise it out of her. His next words surprised her.

"There is no current boyfriend. Interesting." Diana kicked herself for letting that out so she went on the offensive.

"Busted. But same question to you?"

Steve's smile crackled from his eyes again as he sat back into the booth. "First of all, it was neither a past or present boyfriend or girlfriend. It was someone that I met in a bar, just like you. Secondly, it was on a night like this, in a bar like this. In fact, now I think of it, it was this bar and it was this booth. Third, I don't think you can handle the truth." Something about the way he said it made her think of Jack Nicholson in A Few Good Men. Another flash of pink blushed through her contrasting with the starched white of her blouse neckline. She decided to kick the flirting up a notch and slid in beside him, planting her palm on the leather between his thighs.

"O. Really. I assure you that I can handle. It. I can handle anything you've got." Diana's arm relaxed back into the crook of his lap. However, she didn't expect his reaction, which was to slide further forward so that her hand cupped the swell of his crotch. 

Realising that this was now a game of chicken, Diana was determined that it would not be her nerve that broke first. Her lips moved to his ear and her palm curled fractionally tighter.

"Anything!" she whispered. Again, his reaction surprised her. He scooted back in the seat, away from her hand which was now clutching at thin air and let out an enormously filthy laugh, knowing that he had conceded the game and awarded her the victory.

"I like you Diana. You're good fun." he said between laughs. "Your misfortune has been my good fortune." because she was still leaned in towards him, he took advantage of her position and planted a brief peck of a kiss on her lips.

That simple action, milliseconds in length, left her frozen and her thoughts locked. In that micro moment, her senses were overwhelmed. His scent was clean and fresh. His laugh still echoed. He was clean shaven and recently groomed judging by his cheek and sideburns. His lips tasted of maleness mixed with champagne. But the touch left the most lasting of impressions. Her lips fizzed with the memory which rippled out like a stone dropped in a pond, sending waves of desire across her body until the ripples peaked at her toes, nipples, ears, fingers and labia.

Wait a minute, her what? Her pussy now had an itch and ...

"Mumble, mumble, champagne, mumble, mumble, menu, mumble, mumble, eat?"

Diana snapped back to reality and tried to focus her thoughts and eyes to her companion. "I'm sorry, again. What did you say?"

All attention on him and almost losing herself in his eyes, she focussed hers on his lips and they formed the words of repeat.

"No worries. I said, this bottle of champagne is empty. Are you familiar enough with the menu to say whether you would extend me the pleasure of your company for something to eat? By which I mean, I want to ride my good fortune and save me from another hotel meal away from home on my own. This place seems to have a decent spread that doesn't need pockets to be too deep."

For some reason, her ripple fogged mind latched on to the words, empty, pleasure, eat, ride spread and deep. All of which sent aftershocks to those ripples and formed an image in her mind of her spread on a bed there for his pleasure, to eat, to be taken deep, or to ride him and fill the empty void she was only now aware was there. "That all sounds wonderfully decadent." was her reply but she wasn't sure if she was answering his question for supper or her desire for something more intimate.

Steve almost leapt off the seat in response and excitement edged his voice, "Excellent! You're a life saver." and with the experience and confidence of a man with a few years on the clock, he had a waiter at his command, ordering another bottle, along with some nibbles and asking for menus.

As a result, it caused Diana to think about her companion and his age. He was obviously worldly wise but she had no ideas as to how many years her senior he was. Diana was on the brink of starting her 30s and Steve was obviously the other side of 40 judging by the ages of his daughters. He must be older than her own father but she had no idea by how many years.

They placed their orders. Diana had a pea soup. Steve had a mackerel pate. They both ordered the sea bream with beetroot risotto. And then resumed getting to know each other. They had some things in common. He had family in South London and had lived in Guernsey. She had enjoyed spending time in both. They both had eclectic tastes in music and enjoyed musicals and live music.

Again, she momentarily lost the thread of the conversation as she looked into his deep hazel eyes and the cadence of his speech. Thankfully not too wide boy, nor too Essex but a grateful change from the Manc townies that she worked with, or worse still the whining Scousers. 

Diana was sure that Steve had said something about trust, she wasn't sure what but she misheard it as thrust and like a flashbulb the image of his back as he thrust into her was burned in her mind and with persistence of vision, it stayed there before fading. It was time to kick this up another notch.

"So, Steve. About your previous time in this booth you had before. How does tonight compare so far?" Diana knew that Steve had implied that this had been something outrageous and hopefully sexual. 

"Ahh, yes. Tonight is shaping up very well in comparison, thank you. I was just thinking the same. I think I might even give you a blow by blow account so that you can draw your own conclusions. I think that you can handle. It."

Diana was sure that she had heard pause before Steve said 'it' and the words handle and blow flashed more images in her mind of his head between her thighs and then her head in his thighs as they pleasured each other to climax.

"I'm sure there's more to come tonight but I'd love to hear about the previous time that you came." Diana tried to give some emphasis on come and came and gazed at his eyes to watch for reactions. As a result, she was sure that she saw his pupils dilate wide within those deep hazel eyes with each word. Good. Perhaps she was getting to him too.

"I was here with a female colleague, Sarah, with whom we had become lovers in the office. Sometimes actually in the office, but that's not this story. We were in Manchester on business, with a meeting tomorrow so we decided to grab a meal, for the sake of appearances and expenses claims. Also, for appearances sake, we had booked two rooms so we got changed and freshened up separately before meeting in the bar."

At this point, Steve paused to sip his champagne, gratified that he seemed to have Diana's rapt attention. Her languid blue eyes completely focused on his. 

"Sarah was wearing the perfect little black dress. It hugged her curves perfectly, stopped mid thigh and had a deliciously devilish brass zip down the back running down from her neck, all the way past the sculpt of her behind to the junction of her thighs and buttocks. Quite something. "

Now what Steve didn't know was that Diana was more than a little bi curious. In fact she had loved many girlfriends in recent years and so she was bringing to mind one of her favourites, clad in a LBD that Steve had just described. As a result, her pulse had quickened, as she hung on his every word, and she could feel her blood throbbing between her thighs and within the confines of her bra. Steve was aware of these tell tale signs of Diana's arousal. He continued,

"Sarah and I ordered drinks and as we waited she whispered in my ear 'Do you want to play a guessing game? ' Now this caught my attention, she continued 'I'm so forgetful sometimes, I don't know if I remembered my underwear tonight. Do you think you could help me find out later, just so that I know and to save later embarrassment. '"

Both of them took a moment to savour the image, Steve of the actual conversation and images. Diana of the fantasy she was creating of Zara in her mind. Both of them realised that the conversation was being kicked up another notch.

"Now that's an interesting way to start a conversation, I'm sure that you'll agree."Steve continued, "it's hard to know how to respond but suffice to say, I was interested. Her reply was to suggest that we find a booth and carry on the investigations."

"So, now we're sat here at this very booth and my erstwhile lover is sat opposite me. She raises her glass and asks me my thoughts, which were hard to articulate at this point." Once more, each time Steve said the word 'hard', Diana had images flash through her mind of being on her back, getting pounded. This caused her breath to catch and her nostrils to flare slightly. Neither of these autonomic responses were lost on Steve as he continued.

"After that Sarah managed to make everything she said and did incredibly erotic, drinking, laughing, eating olives, fiddling with straws and napkins, playing with her hair, biting her lip or rubbing her fingers along the edge of her neckline. Everything gave me the right horn, which was starting to get uncomfortable. So I asked Sarah to stretch her leg and give me her foot, unsheathed from her heels. Excuse me, I'm getting parched."

With that, Steve took a gulp of his champagne, leaving Diana waiting expectantly for the continuation of his reminiscences.

"Once I had her foot, I placed the sole of it into my lap. Sarah immediately understood what was on my mind and she tensed and relaxed that foot so as to caress the stiffened muscle in my trousers. Would you like to give me your foot Diana?"

The mention of her name, brought Diana crashing back to reality and without giving it a thought, she kicked off her how and raised her leg beneath the table, offering it supplicantly to Steve's firm grasp. As he squeezed it and pressed it to his groin, sparks of yearning danced along her nerve endings, firing miniature explosions as they went.

"That's better. Where was I? That's right I had Sarah's foot in my groin, giving me a cock rub. A bit like this." And with that, he pressed Diana's foot into the crook of his crotch and her nylon encased foot was pressed against the same taut muscle of which he had just spoke. Diana copied the motions from Steve's words and stroked her foot up and down, just as she had heard Sarah had done. She was gratified that her actions had a pleasing effect on him. Diana knew that she was becoming more aroused with Steve's tale. The mere mention of the word cock from his lips brought to mind arousing images again, this time of her lips around his cock. Her fingers caressing the skin at the base of his testes as she tried to coax him deeper and deeper into her mouth, pressing his swollen head to the yielding entrance to her throat.

No longer thinking, just doing, Diana stroked the real penis that was held to her foot as the unbidden images of felatting the fantasy penis filled her mind.

"And as I was stroked, I stroked her foot and I was reminded of the game that Sarah had suggested. The guessing game. The game of is she or isn't she. The game of hunt the ... Which word do you prefer Diana? Panties, knickers, undies, undercrackers. How would you describe those garments that caress you most intimately?"

Because Steve was looking at her, Diana realised that she was being asked a question but she had no idea what it was. The combination of stimulations that she was being subjected to, physical, mental, sexual, sensual and aural was making it hard to concentrate on the specifics of the conversation. Hard, she had to stop using that word, it was doing all sorts of things to her. It was making it difficult to concentrate. Yes, concentrate. That word was ok. That word didn't strum her strings and play her. That word as safe. Now to tune back in to the conversation. Something about the game and underwear.

"Undies. I call them undies. When it's just me but when a man wants to know more about them, it depends on the man and what I'm wearing. In this situation, with this man. The answer is ... thong."

Steve raised an eyebrow in approval and continued, "Let's see if you and Sarah have that in common. It would seem that at the same time that I was thinking of her game, she was too. I'd never played this game before so she took the lead. I still had her foot in my hand and she slid further back into her seat, pushing her bum forward so that she was almost reclining in the booth, just resting her head on the back of it and moving her knees further apart."

Diana was completely rapt in attention to Steve's words now as the image of Zara, her girlfriend, wearing the black dress that Steve had described was languidly displaying herself in Diana's mind's eye. Stretching the material of that dress as her legs parted and it rode up higher.

"Now as you can imagine, this had me really excited and as I watched Sarah, her skirt slid up her thighs and more and more was revealed of her olive tanned flesh. I really wanted her and I really wanted to see her pussy. I had seen it many times before obviously, either when I was going down on her or making love with her or just when she was naked in my presence." Diana let out an involuntary moan and her body micro spasmed as Steve's words led the images in her head.

And then, without any warning, Steve pushed Diana's foot away and sat up. Diana was frustrated as hell at the interruption but a discrete cough at her shoulder indicated why because their server had brought their starters. Diana gathered her thoughts and focused on her bowl of soup, the roll was warm enough to melt the butter and the soup thick enough to coat her throat, just like ... Stop it Diana. Not everything tonight has to be sexual.

Steve continued, "Sorry about stopping like that. How's your soup? My pate is good, would you like to taste me?" Diana realised that Steve had probably said something less double entendre but in her sex charged state, she heard him offer himself to her. Without thinking she answered, holding out her spoon to him, "Do I ever. Do you want to lick mine as well?" Her eyebrow raised in wanton proposition. They swapped tastes of the other's courses and Steve resumed his reminiscence.

"It's funny actually, because it wasn't much longer after that same point that Sarah stopped her guessing game. But not before she had revealed enough for me to see that she was indeed wearing undies, or as you said, a thong. Flesh pink, with black lace trim. She always did have good taste. And then she sat up. Just as now, our food then arrived and we ate, all the while stoking the fires of desire with innuendo and flirting. When the server came and took away our empty plates, I honestly can't remember what we ate, Sarah excused herself to go to the washroom."

Diana had finished her soup but she felt far from satisfied. She was getting more and more aroused and therefore frustrated that Steve's words were only in her ear and her mind when she really, really wanted him, inside her.

"When Sarah returned, she slid across my lap to resume her seat at the table, pressing her exquisitely shaped arse into my groin and making me groan. She pressed her hand to mine as she did so. Once she was sat down, I realised that my hand was no longer empty." Diana's thoughts were ahead of the tale, anticipating his next words. "Yep, you guessed it, Sarah's thong was now in my hand which meant that she was now naked under that really tight dress. I tried to look at how tight it was now and then I realised that when she had sat on me, there was only dress between her peachy cheeks and my lap."


The Best Date, Bar None Ch. 01



Now Diana was imagining herself in Sarah's place, sat on Steve's lap, lifting her dress higher so as to make it easier to straddle him, knowing that there would come a point when her naked flesh would ride atop him. Diana shuddered at the thought.

"As you can imagine," only too well thought Diana, "all of this was very exhilarating to be sat in this very booth with my lover at the time, clutching in my hand a small scrap of her most intimate clothing, knowing that moments before it had been pressed to her lips. O, how I wanted to bring that scrap to my face to inhale its scent."

Diana was now very aware of her own arousal and wondered if the smell of which that now caught in her flared nostrils could be detected by her companion. As she thought about it, she wasn't sure which would make her more disappointed. If he could, she would be disappointed that she was being so blatant in her reactions to his words. If he could not, she was disappointed that he might not realise the effect that those words were having upon her.

"And it didn't end there, once more Sarah sat back in her seat with her foot in my lap and spread her legs wider. This time she asked me if I still wanted guess or were the clues now too obvious to make the game interesting. Of course, I replied that just because the evidence was strong, it didn't mean that I wasn't interested in the proof. And it was at that point that our main courses arrived and we momentarily resumed respectability."

And would you have it, as had been the case in the tale, Diana and Steve's main courses arrived with some furtive glances by the serving staff as they presented each dish. Diana had no recollection of her meal. It might have been wonderful. It might have been awful. She despatched each mouthful, barely chewing and stared into Steve's eyes, lamenting the fact that only women can multi task and so Steve was incapable for continuing the story whilst he was eating.

With the risotto disposed of, Diana excused herself to go to the washroom. She noticed that Steve was the kind of gentleman who stood to allow her to leave and the type of red blooded male that stared at her departing rear profile as she did so.

Cocooned in the toilet stall, Diana was having trouble thinking straight. God she needed to get laid and jeez was she attracted to him but she only met him a few hours ago. Was she really the sort to throw herself at a comparative stranger?

Absentmindedly her coral nails brushed the slope of her breast through the satin of her blouse. She was expecting a tingle of excitement but what she got was a jolt of desire that puckered up her areola like the Blackpool Tower. Her other hand moved South along her hip line until it reached the rouched gathering of her skirt at her waist and carried on her the strip of thigh at the top of her stockings. She ran the back of her fingers along the smooth skin there and contemplated her next move.

Before she could think about it and therefore talk herself out of it, she shucked her way out of the bra and shuffled out of her panties. The bra went into her handbag, but her thong went into her waistband.

She finished up and returned to the table. Once more, Steve stood until she was seated. On the walk across the room, Diana felt the freedom of fewer items of underwear. Her stiffened nipples now chafed in the most delightful way against the satin. She had decided not to be as obvious as Steve's previous companion, so she sat down without touching or teasing him. Plenty of time for that later, she thought.

"I approve." Steve said as she sat down.

"Of what?" Diana replied, her breath catching in her throat.

"Of your more liberated look. You should never wear a bra again. Your breasts are too spectacular." Diana blushed and squirmed in her seat before picking up Steve's napkin from the table, taking her thong from her waistband, hiding it in the folds of the napkin and placing it in Steve's lap. "I'm glad that you approve" and as she spoke, her palm patted on the fabric bulge and squeezed the bulge beneath.

Steve just smiled, enjoying her touch. Under cover of that napkin, he slid his zipper down slowly so as not to make too much noise and then stuffed her panties inside the gap. "Now, just imagine if it were more than just our underwear that was getting this intimately acquainted?" Diana had been imagining that very thing on and off all evening and was finding it hard to stay in control of her libido, which was telling her to resume stroking and caressing her breasts and thighs.

"I am. And I'm pleased that you approve of my appreciation of your story. Tell me what you think of my interpretation?" and with that Diana's self control cracked and her left hand slid into her open blouse and cupped her naked breast. She was glad that after her surgery, she had lost none of the sensitivity in them. They felt natural and at this moment, they felt good to be fondled. The slip slide of her satin blouse across them as she did so added another dimension to the arousal and once more her areolae stiffened in appreciation of the attention and now the rest of her breast felt engorged too.

"I'm glad that you're enjoying this Diana. You are aren't you?" Diana thought that this was the most pointless question she had heard but she indulged him by nodding and letting out a low moan in affirmation. Because she was enjoying it, she abandoned any pretence of resistance to his charms.

First, Diana ran the tip of her tongue across her teeth and upper lip, which was freshly glossed with her red lipstick since her trip to the bathroom, and blew him a kiss.

Next she tried to mimic Sarah's reclined pose, laying back with her head on the back of the seat, her blonde hair cascading off her shoulders and on to the leather and parting her legs.

Diana took a gulp to steady her nerves and maintain her courage before gripping the edge of her skirt's wrap over and pulled it up and away from the other side. The result being a tantalisingly slow reveal of her stocking clad leg, then her stocking top and then her suspender belt stretched taut over her thigh, also exposed and then finally Diana dived in to the decadence of the moment to expose her naked, shaved pussy.

"Outstanding." Was Steve's first word as he fixed his gaze between Diana's legs. She continued her descent into wanton exhibitionism once she was satisfied that her skirt would stay in place, by cupping her palm over her labia.

Diana could feel the blood pumping beneath her fingers as she became swollen with desire, then pressed her middle fingers harder to invade herself, exploring and teasing her most sensitive nerve endings, feeling how lubricated she had become with arousal. In that moment, the restaurant faded far into the background. There were no other diners, no staff, no one around her but the man that she wanted, no needed to please and whose attention she wanted to feel.

Of this, Diana was more than successful. She had Steve's full attention and he watched as she played with herself in front of him. Every once in a while, a sigh or moan escaped her lips or he caught a brief snatch of her musk. Or as he smiled at the thought, a snatch of her snatch.

When she saw the smile, Diana fixed her gaze onto Steve's eyes, looking deep into them as she withdrew her fingers and brought them to her lips. She licked and sucked at them, smearing her lipstick slightly and tasting her excitement. Steve raised an eyebrow in silent query and she gracefully returned her fingers to her honey pot.

In rapt appreciation of her display, Steve watched as Diana pleasured herself again and then extended her arm to him, fingers outstretched. Steve slid closer and grasped her wrist, drawing her fingers to his mouth before enveloping them in his mouth. It was his turn to suck and taste her now.

Steve decided to press his luck and see how debauched Diana could be in a public place. In moving closer to suck her fingers, the distance between them was reduced. Staring into Diana's eyes, Steve slid his other hand along Diana's thigh until he replaced her fingers with his own, touching and exploring her for the first time. Both of them hoping that it would not be the last time that he fingered her this evening.

In response, Diana bit her bottom lip to stifle the moan that escaped and copied his move, running her palm down his thigh, which felt well defined with muscle, and through his still open fly.

Diana's fingers slipped around Steve's erection through his boxers and started to stroke him, feeling the suppressed power of his desire in her palm. Now their eyes locked on the other's as they pleasured the other with their fingers, rubbing, stroking, squeezing and teasing. Each of their fingers' getting wetter and wetter as their partner's sex organs lubricated ready for the main event. If this was foreplay, neither could wait for what could follow.

Caught completely by surprise, Diana's eyes flared wide, pupils dilated as her orgasm took hold. Her thighs, labia and everything beneath shivered and convulsed and her mouth went dry. Diana's heart was pumping hard and the blood was thumping in her ears. All her senses were heightened as she was inundated with the sounds of those around her, the brightness of the lights in the restaurant, the smell of her own arousal and the discarded plates of food on their table and a salty, iron-like taste that she now had in her mouth.

"Well," said Steve, "someone's enjoying themselves. Shall we take this party on to a more secluded spot?" The question was so obvious as to not need answering, the edge in Steve's voice betrayed his crumbling self control and the desire that had built over the course of their time together.

Diana stood and walked to the lifts, making a conscious effort to sashay her behind to tease and tempt Steve to focus his attention on her and to follow. As she waited for the lift, Steve charged the meal to his room and asked for another bottle of champagne with glasses and an ice bucket to be delivered.

The lift arrived and they stepped in to its mirror-chrome interior. No sooner had the doors sighed shut than they were clinched together in a lover's embrace. Steve's hand roamed Diana's curves, bust, waist, hips and buttocks. Diana lifted her leg to wrap herself around Steve's hip. This caused her dress to part and for her naked thighs to press against him.

The first kiss between couples can sometimes be a nervous, tentative occasion, fraught with the possibility of disaster. This was no such occasion and their lips, tongue and mouth melted together as they explored the others.

All too soon the lift heralded its arrival at their floor and once more the door sighed open, forcing them to admit that the journey was over and time to exit.

Diana leant her head on Steve's shoulder, with her hand on his chest, gazing up into his eyes as he slipped his card key into the door lock.

The door clicked open, "Welcome to the pleasure dome." And Steve held the door open to admit her into his room...



The Best Date, Bar None Ch. 02



This is a continuation of my previous story. Now the action moves from the public bar and into the privacy of the bedroom as our two characters get to know each other a LOT better. 

... 

Diana stepped over the threshold, slipping out of her shoes as she did so, cursing herself that they were not more exotic or impressive. She wanted to come across as cosmopolitan and alluring in Jimmy Choo's or Christian Louboutin's and instead she was wearing her Marks & Spencer's finest court shoes. They had a heel but nothing to get men drooling over. 

Steve clicked the door shut behind them, flicking the lock over, kicking his shoes off in one movement before wrapping his arm around Diana's waist and pulling her close, squeezing the air from her lungs and quenching any resistance she might have felt. Steve thrust his leg between Diana's thighs and pressed her to the wall behind the door, using his other foot to kick her feet apart. This caused the gap in Diana's skirt to widen and Steve took the opportunity to guide his hand beneath the fold and stroke the silken thigh beneath. Steve's fingers caressed the tops of Diana's stockings, sliding beneath the taut elastic of her suspenders and caressing the exposed flesh. 

Like lovers from the dawn of time, they assumed the classic positions. Diana pressed herself against the wall, head lifted towards the heavens, neck wantonly flaunted expecting to be kissed, breasts roused and nipples hardened, feet planted on the floor but legs spread, ready to welcome him deeper into her embrace. 

For his part, Steve bent his head to Diana's collar and nuzzled against her neck and along her jaw to her ear, drawing gasps of anticipation as he did so. His hands swiftly unbuckled and snapped his belt free from its loops, dropping it to the floor. One leg between Diana's thighs became two, pressing his insistent erection to her sex. Steve's hands were busy, stroking and scratching Diana's buttocks, hips and thighs both directly on flesh and through the jersey wrap of her skirt, knowing that there was no other fabric, no scrap of anything beneath that skirt and Diana's engorging, glistening vagina. 

All of a sudden, Steve stepped back half a step and sat on his haunches. His face was level with the union of Diana's thighs, his hands pulled the snug fitting wrap of her skirt wide and tucked it up over her hips. Steve placed his palms on Diana's thighs, his fingers spread wide to her hips and his thumbs insinuated themselves toward Diana's labia. 

The air in the room grew thick as Diana's arousal grew, her heartbeat grew faster, her breath caught in her throat, her lips dried and she heard blood pumping in her ears, the same blood that throbbed in her temples, areola and labia. Diana stared into the distance without seeing as she felt Steve's mouth move closer to her sexual core. 

For a split second, Diana was relieved that she was freshly waxed and shaved as she felt her most intimate area exposed to Steve's gaze and attentions. His tongue tip pressed to her skin, which goose fleshed in response, tasting the salty sheen of her desire. 

Diana clenched her fist and banged the wall before gripping Steve's hair and pulling his head harder to her screaming pussy, begging him to probe deeper with his tongue and provide her with some relief. 

Steve settled in to his appreciation of Diana as he lapped, licked and kissed Diana most intimately and then sucked his fingers to get them wet before pressing two deep within Diana's folds. Once embedded, he twisted and turned them to rub as many pleasure spots as he could reach. He stroked the ridged flesh, the smooth flesh. His thumb reached to the slick flesh between her vagina and anus and rubbed. 

If Diana thought that she was having a good time up until that point, once Steve started teasing her ass, it really dialled it up a notch. It wasn't something that she indulged in very often, except for perhaps allowing one of her girlfriends to stray from the front to the back with their vibrators. 

The combination of Steve's attentions to her pleasure centres was driving Diana over the edge and as she gasped for breath, Diana exploded in ecstasy and came in Steve's face as he lapped at her climactic essence. 

Still giddy from her orgasm, Diana was scooped up in Steve's arms and taken to the bed. Contrary to the gallantry that Steve had shown until now, he unceremoniously threw Diana down, dragged her by the heels until her buttocks rested on the edge and then pulled her feet up in one hand to tug her skirt out from underneath her with the other. The speed and physicality of Steve's moves left Diana taken aback. Had she managed to recover yet from just coming in his face, she would definitely be breathless now. He was so assured, so masculine in claiming her as his own, so certain in what he was doing. Steve's actions were sending all the right signals to fuel her arousal and now Diana stared in lust as Steve pulled off his shirt and pushed his trousers down. 

Diana was pleased to see the size of the bulge throbbing against Steve's jersey boxers. She was obviously not the only one turned on by the encounter and her desire grew as Steve returned to his knees. Diana prepared herself to be loved again as her legs slipped over his shoulders, her ankles locked behind Steve's back as she pulled him closer. 

Steve's mouth returned to the scene of his earlier passions as once more he licked, sucked, gently nibbled and tongued her as intimately as he had done against the wall. In this position however, his hands were also free to please his companion. Steve's palms caressed Diana's buttocks and his thumbs pulled them apart to give his face deeper access to her. Steve's nose found Diana's clitoris and joined in concerto with his tongue now probing deep against the top of her labia and beneath and one, no two of his fingers inserted beneath them to tease and stroke her, twisting and rubbing as much and as deeply as he could reach. 

Not yet returned to normal from her last climax, Diana was rapidly climbing back up to her next when she felt something different, something unexpected, and something more intimate than usual. Steve had his thumb at Diana's puckered anus and had gently pushed and insinuated past the first knuckle. Not only that, but Steve was now trying to bring thumb and forefinger together, as he would for an "O.K." gesture but now he had Diana's moist flesh between them as he rubbed the two together. 

As Steve continued his assault on Diana's pleasure points, clitoris, labia, g-spot and anus, she yielded to another orgasm. Diana grabbed Steve's head, pushing him hard against her skin, almost suffocating him, embedding her fingers in his hair and squeezing her thighs tight and pressing her ankles into his back. 

Steve felt Diana's second climax of the evening peak and crash, like a wave on a sun drenched Hawaiian beach. He pulled back and looked up at the flushed flesh of Diana's thighs, shoulders and neck, as glimpsed through her blouse and Diana's face. 

With an economy of movement that comes from self assurance and determination that comes from single-mindedness of purpose, Steve stood and his boxers were now at his ankles and kicked off, Diana's blouse was unbuttoned and tossed aside. Having removed her bra earlier in the evening, Diana lay before Steve in just her stockings and suspenders. She felt completely exposed but completely at ease as the with the concluding actions of Steve's moves, his throbbing, dripping penis pressed once, twice against Diana's engorged sex and then with a huge sigh, she felt it gain entrance and in one stroke, she was filled by him. 

"Oh God! That's good. Oh God! Yes. Fuck! That's good. Fuck me please. Just fucking fuck me and make me cum again. Please. Fucking please. Just fucking fuck me again. I need to fucking cum again. Oh fuck. Oh God. PLEEEEASE!!" 

Heeding her Diana's please, taking the time only to whisper, "My pleasure", Steve gripped Diana's legs and buried himself deep within. He looked down at her, matching the lust in her eyes with his own. He watched her breasts bounce and undulate as his actions shook her back and forth on the bed. His desire and her climaxes meant that they were both more than ready to embark on full, deep, consensual sex. This wasn't love making, this was sex. Each thrust was met with a slick slap of flesh on flesh. Skin on skin as her thighs and buttocks bounced against his thighs and his ball sac swung beneath them, pressing against her perineum. 

Diana could feel the heavy, swollen contents of each testes and she suddenly realised that the implications of that. There would be sperm in those testes, potent baby-making sperm that could make her pregnant. Her fallow spell of male companions had made her blasé about her birth control routine. She honestly couldn't remember how close she was to her last or next period. She knew that she had skipped at least three or four of this month's pills. 

Steve's next thrust pushed those thoughts from Diana's mind as wave after wave of stimulation crashed over her, drowning her in pleasure. She didn't think that she could cum again so soon but the way that her body was reacting was going a long way to proving her wrong. Thrust after thrust was driving her crazy. The variation of Steve's conquest of what little resistance she had, the depth, the angle, the speed, the grind of his pelvis into her pubis. All of the moves that Steve made only heighted her desire and shoved her closer and closer to her next orgasm. 

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!! NOT AGAIN! OH FUCK! OH GOD!! YES, THERE, THERE, LICK MY CLIT!! STICK YOUR THUMB DEEPER UP MY ARSE!! LICK ME HARDER. OH GOD, I'M CLOSE. DONT STOP! DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP NOW!! OH GOD!! YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS" 

And with a piercing scream, Diana stiffened as every sinew in her body grew taut enough to snap. Her toes curled, her hands gripped the bed covers and she threw her head back. 

Steve stood and looked at his dishevelled damsel in distress on the bed. He was still painfully erect but otherwise his stamina was holding and he knew his body well enough to know that he was not yet dangerously close to his own climax. 

Diana's misty eyes blinked a few times and tried to focus on her knight in shining armour at the foot of the bed. She tried to will her limbs and lungs to return to some semblance of her own control. 

Steve turned to the mini bar and pulled bottles of water from inside. He handed one to Diana, "Here, it looks like you need re-hydrating." Diana was still gasping but she gratefully took the bottle, spun the lid off and took three big gulps. She smiled at Steve's quip and returned the same mocking look she saw on his face before poking her tongue out at him. 

"Now that's just rude. And I was being nice and everything. And I was going to be more nice to you again. But now I'm not so sure." And with that, Steve sat in the chair in the corner. His knees apart, feet firmly planted as he un-capped his own water bottle and drank deep before taking his erection into his own hands. Not exactly stroking, more like fondling. Letting his hand dance over its length, his fingers to play at his balls underneath. 

"More nice. To me?" Diana started to come around and sit up on the bed. For reasons that she couldn't understand, she felt completely at ease with this guy that she had only met a few hours before. She knew that she was naked. She knew that her sex was swollen and distended and wantonly on display. And yet, none of this mattered. It felt completely natural. 

And in the manner of everything being natural, Diana found some strength to stand and walk across to the bathroom. She ran some cold water and freshened up her face and bathed her arms. Diana shook out her legs to get the circulation back and when she walked back into the room, Steve was sat on the bed, with his back against the headboard and his head against the wall. 

"You wanna play nice now?" he said and watched her walk across to the bed, "stand up here and let me get reacquainted with the little treat between your legs." 

With no further bidding, Diana hopped on to the bed, walked towards Steve until her feet were either side of his hips. Steve gripped her buttocks and pulled her close, inhaling the scent of a woman, in this case, this woman's arousal. Diana pressed herself to the cooling smoked glass that was fitted above the bed. The coldness of which clutched at her breasts, causing Diana's nipples to harden again. 

When they were both settled into position, Steve resumed his attentions to Diana's pussy. Once more kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling, probing, fingering, rubbing and caressing Diana's increasingly swollen and moistening labia and clitoris. Steve repeated the moves that her o so recently been so effective by combining his thumb and forefinger but this time, with his forefinger in her butt and his thumb pinching down from within. 

This time was no less effective and in no time at all, Diana's orgasm was stalking her again. It moved slowly but purposely up from her feet, along the back of her calves, up the inside of her thighs, toying with her as it circled her pleasure points, moving up to her stomach, that rippled in anticipation of what was to come and along to her breasts. The heat from which was such that the glass formed rings of body prints around her. 

Once the promise of release reached Diana's neck it circled her throat and made her catch her breath, rasping as she drew hoarse with panting desire. With a gasp of realisation that ecstasy was within reach, Diana climaxed again, as loudly and comprehensively as before. Her legs gave out and she collapsed in Steve's lap, her groin merging with his, sandwiching his cock between them. 

"Oh God. That was intense. That was so... Wow! That was... Thank you. Oh God. Thank you, thank you. I need to... I need... I need to lie down." And with that, Diana rolled over to the side and lay next to Steve. Her breath in his lap did nothing to dampen his ardour which had remained proudly to attention, expectantly awaiting attention. A fact not lost on Diana as she admired its proportions and vigour. 

"Awww, poor you. I've had soooo much fun and this little piggy had none." Diana's fingernails scratched up and down Steve's thighs and her tongue followed, tracing where her nails had been. "And there was me thinking that you were the piggy that had gone 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE', all the way home. Or at least, it might have been 'WEEEE', hard to tell. You gonna remind me how you squeal, little piggy?" 

Diana nodded and once more stood with her feet either side of Steve's hips, this time facing away from him and then took a few more steps before kneeling down. Diana crouched above Steve's dick and reached behind her to guide it between her legs.  

It was Steve's turn to gasp as Diana sank deep and full upon him, impaled completely and then with more control than he expected, Steve watched Diana flex and un-flex her thighs so that her knees pushed her up and down. 

The view of Diana's rounded posterior inflamed Steve's desire and he felt fuller and more aroused. His hands caressed Diana's butt cheeks and his fingers pulled at them, opening her wider so that she could sit deeper upon him. 

Diana rose and fell excruciatingly slowly almost unsheathing him completely on the up stroke until just the tip remained inside her. Each time Diana came to the top of each stroke, she dropped back down to spear herself back onto Steve's shaft again. In reaction, Steve's busy hands continued to stroke and caress Diana's rear and then his thumb strayed to her butt hole again, pressing and probing at its puckered secrets. 

"Yes, stick your thumb up my ass. Please. I'm ready for it now. You made me so horny. Stick your thumb up my ass and if you get me wet enough, you can fuck it. You want that? You wanna fuck my ass Steve? Do you?" 

Steve answered with silence and with actions. He leaned up and bit her shoulder, not so deep as to break the skin, but enough to make Diana gasp. At the same time he gripped her breast and pulled her nipple. The combination of which caused Diana's mouth to fall open and Steve slipped his thumb between her lips so that she could suck and make it wetter. Once achieved, Steve quickly withdrew and returned the slick digit to the cleft of Diana's cheeks, running it down to her crinkled rosebud, this time pushing more assertively and less hesitantly than the last time. 

Diana groaned her pleasure loudly. "Oh YES!! Stick it up my ass. Make it wet then fuck me. I want it and I want it NOW!!" with that Diana lifted herself higher. Steve's cock was revealed and released, slapping itself on his lap as it did so. Diana stayed poised above it, reaching back behind her to grasp its base. Steve's thumb kept Diana's anus from shrinking shut as Diana pressed his mushroom tip to her now slick aperture. 

Steve held still as Diana pushed back, Steve's flesh muscle bent at Diana's reluctant entrance. They worked in unison to achieve the correct angle, pressure and direction and were rewarded with a fleshy 'pop' as the head of Steve's erection gained admission past her sphincter. Steve withdrew his thumb. 

Once lodged in her depths, the rest of his penis followed, accommodating itself in her rear. The act was one that Diana did not commit very often and so the feelings were unfamiliar but not unwelcomed. Because Diana was on top, she had better control over the depth and speed of their intercourse. She still couldn't bring herself to call it love making. 

Amongst the many things that Steve and Diana had not discussed during their brief time together was Diana's fitness regimen. She was still comfortably in her twenties, with a couple of serious relationships behind her and a lot of partying so she owed it to herself to keep in shape. A swim every weekend and two or three gym sessions each week plus a daily yoga workout meant that Diana was fit. To use the phrase that she often heard, Diana was fit as fuck. 

Not only was this good for her health but it meant that Diana was exceptionally flexible. She could do things with her legs that would make a stripper blush. In fact one of Diana's previous girlfriends had tried to talk her into stripping, or at the very least pole dancing. 

The latter she had been tempted by. Diana had read how many women these days took pole dancing lessons to keep fit. That side of things appealed to her. Diana could use her strength, flexibility, rhythm and fitness in a slightly debauched way, without being completely reckless. 

The word reckless suddenly rebounded in Diana's head as she was perched humping a complete stranger's cock up her backside. Her knees were doing all the up and down actions, crouched over Steve and now she was laying back, her shoulders almost touching Steve's chest. This caused Diana's blonde hair to fall back upon Steve's face and shoulders. Steve reached around Diana's chest and placed his palms below her bust. The feeling of Diana's taut back passage around his penis was starting to have an effect. It was like being stroked by a really strong hand inside a glove, a really soft and really moist and really luxurious glove. He breathed harder and was starting to gasp and groan and Diana bounced herself to her next climax. 

As Diana felt her nipples being teased and pulled, she knew that the moment of her next orgasm was close at hand. Or rather, was close at arse. Her arse. Her arse that was filled with cock. Her arse that was filled with Steve's cock. 

"YES!! That's it. Fuck me. Fuck my bum. Push your cock up my bum and make me cum again. PLEEEEASE!! I want it and I want it NOW!!" The pace of Diana's gyrations was picking up to fever pitch and now that she had established a cadence to her thrusts, she could use one hand to stroke her pussy. Diana's fingers teased her labia and twitched at her clitoris. 




The Best Date, Bar None Ch. 02



The effect was almost instantaneous and flash bulbs of pleasure popped in her eyes and her body followed with electric ripples of joy coursing through her limbs and she felt as if sparks flew from her finger tips and the room suddenly seemed brighter and more vivid than before. And then as Diana rolled away to relax, the colour explosions faded as well. 

Steve looked down on Diana's lithe, expended form and reached to the side table to grab her bottle of water and pass it to her, before securing his own and taking a large gulp of refreshment. 

After a pause to catch their breath, Steve was the first to get up and moved to the window, looking out over the city through the windows that ran from the floor to ceiling and almost the full width of the wall. Diana roused herself from the bed and stepped gracefully to join him. 

Reminding herself of the body prints that her naked form had left upon the shiny glass surface above the bed, Diana now pressed herself to the window as she looked out. The night air outside made the glass close to freezing and the shock of the cold caused Diana to flinch and her nipples to become even more stiff. 

The movement caught Steve's eye and he looked across to Diana at his left. His erection still stood firm and expectant, disappointed to be ungloved from its previous heavenly embrace. He took a step back and to the left to stand behind Diana's pert body. Steve reached for Diana's left hand and then her right hand and gently pulled them back towards him, holding her at each wrist. 

By the measured way in which Steve took her arms, he was able to manoeuvre Diana into a new position. Diana was beginning to bend at the waist now, her cheek was the only part pressed against the window. Diana's feet spread in cautious anticipation of what was to come. Steve moved closer to Diana's round behind and his penis rested upon the natural cleft above her buttocks. 

Diana could feel Steve moving back and forth behind her. Or more precisely, moving back and forth on her behind. The ridges, veins and crown of Steve's penis stroked along Diana's creases. Every once in a while, Steve would press the head of his cock more demandingly at her flesh, teasing Diana that he could penetrate that flesh at any moment and there was nothing that she could do about it. Steve had Diana's arms bound in his grip, leaving her defenceless. 

And then she was free. Steve released his hold on Diana's wrists and they fell briefly by her sides. Steve's hands moved to Diana's hips. He held those hips and then stroked Diana's back. Steve reached back and forth along Diana's back, rubbing her spine and shoulders, then flaring out from her waist, over her hips and around those peachy buttocks. 

Diana brought her palms up to the glass, bracing herself against its cold surface. "Please, Steve. Stop teasing. Fuck me again please." As she spoke, Diana rotated her hips to chase Steve's cock tip and try to insert it within her. "Shhhh, all in good time. This is a great view. I think that we should both savour it." And he returned to his ministrations of Diana's back and behind. With each upstroke to Diana's neck and shoulders, his groin ground into Diana's ass cheeks, continuing the teasing that Diana was begging to conclude and the main event to commence. 

Back and forth along Diana's back and up and down along her rear went Steve's hands and cock. He had to confess that he was just as keen to get inside her but the anticipation that was driving her mad was getting him incredibly aroused. Steve didn't know if Diana could feel it but he was now dripping pre cum from his cock that was coating Diana's bum in its clear, viscous trail. It was like Steve was marking his territory. 

That thought caused a throb at the base of Steve's penis and a clench of his ball sac. The thought suddenly went through his mind that to truly mark his territory, he should spray his seed inside her womb and knock her up. 

Diana mistook Steve's groan as a weakening of his resolve and so tensed up in what she hoped would be preparation for his penetration, oblivious to the thoughts that had caused the groan. Her hands clutched fruitlessly as the glass, trying to gain purchase so that she could brace herself more fully. Diana's feet balled into the carpet, her back forming the classic pose of female supplication. Diana's shape rose from the floor with from planted feet, through straightened, taut legs to her hips, rounded at her behind so that her shape dipped down to bring her waist lower than those hips, rising again from the waist to her shoulders. 

Steve admired this view and felt the thrill of conquest flow through him as he succumbed to his innermost desires. He placed a hand between Diana's legs, flattered at her moist readiness, and rubbed her swollen labia to ensure his aim would be true. Then Steve used his other hand to grip his own swollen sex organ and place its head at Diana's entrance. 

"Yes. Please." The words were almost a whisper, which became a sigh, which became a groan that became a moan as Steve pressed deeper to her core. Diana was more than ready to receive this intruder but her fitness regime included Kegel exercises and she had not endured the rigours of childbirth. The result meant that each millimetre that Steve advanced was a millimetre forced by flesh on flesh. Eventually, she could feel herself full and Steve started to withdraw again. 

"Please. More." Again, the whisper and this time Steve's response was to press forward again. Back and forth, he moved with deliberate ease. Sawing to and fro inside Diana's welcome embrace. Building up momentum and pace, as well as increasing in forcefulness. 

By the time Diana opened her eyes to survey the view out of the window, she was blind as well as cut off from every sense and feeling that did not stem from the pounding she was now receiving on the end of Steve's cock. Once more she could feel his balls slap against her sex as Steve's sex bounced against hers. 

The now familiar escalation of pleasure was climbing from Diana's toes as they started to lose purchase on the carpet, causing her to slip back slightly. By now Steve now had a firm purchase on Diana's waist, so could hold her in place as he pursued his own pleasure. 

"Fuck. Yeah. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckin hell! Yeah. That's it. Keep fucking my cock bitch. You like that huh? You like my cock so far up you that you can taste it? Fuck Yeah. Keep fucking it and I'll give you a taste. Come on. Fuck me. Fuck. Yeah. Fuck it." Steve had lost his eloquence as a sheen of effort broke out on his torso, back and face. The same sheen that now coated Diana meant that Steve's grip on her waist loosened so he dug in. This meant his nails dented Diana's flash, not drawing blood but making Diana aware that he was there and that she was his. 

Diana willingly dropped all pretence of resistance and accepted her role as Steve's fuck toy. But first, she had her next orgasm to pursue. It rolled across her like the backhand of a jealous lover rolls across a face in a slap. But this time instead of a resonating sting of violence and a handprint, the thunderclap of release resonated explosions of pleasure and the indelible print in the shape of Steve's penis against her womb. 

The aftershocks of her latest climax rippled through her still as she re-tuned to her surroundings. Diana heard the now familiar sound of Steve's thighs and scrotum against her thighs and sex but now it was joined by a fresh sound, she was unfamiliar with. Diana hadn't witnessed Steve's orgasm yet so it was no surprise that she didn't recognise the warning sounds as his breathing got heavier. Steve's eyes started to lose focus, he could hear the blood pumping in his ears, his chest was tight, his mouth dry, his pulse throbbed in his temples as all sensation that he had focussed on the steely flesh encased within Diana's wet embrace. He was close. He was very close. 

"Oh God. I'm gonna cum. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Can you feel that? Can you feel my cock ready to fill you up? I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fill your pussy with my jizz. Fuck. Fuck FUUUUUUUUCK!!" And with that, Steve pulled his penis out and took it in his hand, directing the flow of semen that it spat forth across Diana's back and buttocks. The force of his ejaculation sent spurt after spurt onto Diana's skin but also onto the window, where it slid slowly down, leaving a trail as it went across both. 

"Wow. I mean, proper wow. I mean, fucking hell, WOW! Fucking wow mister. That was something else. I was sure that you were going to cum inside me. Why didn't you?" Diana spoke as she stood up, extricating herself from Steve's spent cock along the way. 

Steve stood back, creating room between him and Diana. "I thought about. I thought a lot about it. And I wanted to. But at the final second, I remembered that you're my damsel in distress and I'm your knight in shining armour. And it just didn't seem very chivalrous to do it. Besides, I figured that you're either going to be grateful that I didn't and want to say thanks, or you're going to be disappointed that I didn't and want to make up for it. Either way, it's a win for me. Provided that I've not worn you out yet." 

Diana could not believe the arrogance of the man, but then she laughed and admired both his charm and his stamina. Despite having dumped a huge load across her back just minutes ago, she could see that he was far from flaccid and seemed ready for more. Diana reached out and took his penis in her hand. 

"Come on Sir Galahad, let's go to the bathroom and take a bath. Now you've saved your damsel, you deserve your reward. I'm not yet ready for you to put that sword of yours back in its sheath, I have some more tasks in mind for you to prove your worth to this maiden." Steve smiled at the continuation of the role play. "Although, after your most recent conquests, I'm not sure that I can call myself a maiden any more. But to answer your unasked question, the next time that you place your sword in MY sheath, it had better not come out, not until it has cum." 

Steve chuckled to himself. Not only was Diana sex on legs but she was witty as well. Add that to embracing the role play and he found himself thinking that if Carlsberg did one night stands, this would be pretty close. In fact, it brought to mind the most famous scene from one of his favourite films. As far as this one night stand goes, the dial goes all the way up to eleven. 

In the time it took to draw a bath full of bubbles from the hotel toiletries, their champagne was delivered and they carried on from where they had left off in the bar. They laughed at Diana hiding in the bathroom whilst a red faced hotel attendant brought the ice bucket, glasses and bottle into the room, doing his utmost to keep his eyes away from Steve, dressed in nothing more than the strip of eiderdown that had lain across the foot of the bed. 

They found out a little more about each other as they drank from the same glass. There was a chaise lounge chair and foot stool. Steve lay back in the chaise with his feet on the floor, legs spread and Diana sat on the edge of the chaise, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, with her back upon Steve's chest and her legs up, resting on the foot stool. 

They were both naked and she could feel his dormant penis curled up against the base of her buttocks. For both of them it felt incredibly intimate, not exactly sexual, but certainly sensual, passing the champagne back and forth and chatting like old friends. 

Diana took a deep sip of champagne and then turned in Steve's lap to kiss him on the lips, using the act to share her mouthful. 

Steve tried the same but failed, causing the fizzing liquid to run down both their chins and both their chests. Diana giggled as the cold fizz rivuleted between her breasts to her belly button. The same was true of Steve's overspill and Diana turned onto all fours to bend and lap the trail from his chest. 

Once completed, Diana moved up to present her own chest to Steve's lapping tongue, her legs straddled Steve's hips as she cradled his head to her bosom. The position meant that she felt Steve's response to this simple act almost immediately. His penis was unfurling as blood surged into the stiffening muscle. 

"Whoa up there Galahad. Time we took that bath I think so that we can get cleaned up before getting filthy again." Saying this Diana hopped off the chaise and skipped to the bathroom to switch off the taps. She pushed her stocking off, unsnapped her suspender belt, grabbed a scrunchy from her bag and twirled her hair into a bun on top of her head. Afterwards, Diana stepped into the bath and lay back beneath its frothing surface. "Come on in, the water's lovely!!" 

Still mesmerised by the sight of Diana's peachy behind as it removed itself from his lap and into the bathroom, Steve was slow to respond to Diana's beckoning call. He shook his head and stood up, erection now leading the way bobbing in front of him. He stepped into the bathroom and took in the sight before him. 

The only parts of Diana that could be seen were her left knee, her right foot, her left forearm as it rested on the knee and the rising slopes of her bust as it emerged from the foam to slope up to her shoulders, neck and head. 

Making up for lost time, Steve stepped straight in, grateful for the fact that despite its modest size, the bath's taps were central and not at either end. This meant that once they were both in, they could both lay back without the risk of taps pressing into their backs. 

With the practised ease more associated with frequent lovers, their limbs positioned themselves so that Diana's thighs were on top of Steve's and her feet tucked in around his hips. Diana picked up a washcloth and soap and began lathering it up. She rubbed the soapy cloth along Steve's shoulders and chest. Steve enjoyed the sensations and ran his own hands up and down Diana's legs. 

The proximity of such a sexy woman, the memories of what had happened in the last few hours, the intimacy of the caresses that they now shared all contributed to the continuing revival in Steve's erection. 

Diana raised her eyebrow as she acknowledged this fact. She could feel the swelling head of Steve's penis slide along her inner thigh towards her labia and she sighed at the pleasures it signalled. She dropped the cloth back in the water and used only her hands to rub soap all over Steve's chest and shoulders, where she could reach. The movements of her hands could only be achieved by moving the rest of her body back and forth along Steve's thighs. 

This movement brought their sex organs tantalisingly close, again and again and every once in a while the head of Steve's cock pressed against Diana's swollen lips as it tried to gain admission to her innermost depths. 

But space was limited and so Diana changed their positions. She stood up and turned around before sitting back down. Mimicking their position on the chaise, Diana rested her head back on Steve's shoulder and sat between his legs. For his part, Steve shifted his legs so that Diana could sit comfortably between them. 

Diana passed him the soap and every exposed inch of Diana's slick skin was caressed and lathered at Steve's hand. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, once more feeling Steve's erection at her buttocks but this time less flaccid and more resolute. 

"Mmmmm, that's good. I could quite happily stay here all night with you to lay upon. You're very calming." Diana murmured as she closed her eyes and focussed on the pleasures that she was being given. 

Steve alternated between submerged and exposed flesh as he soaped and rinsed Diana's upper body, arms and neck. Her skin was smooth, even without the lather to lubricate it. With Steve's age came many years experience and he was starting to think that he had never met a woman so perfect in every way. Sex on legs, flawless skin, wicked sense of humour, a filthy mind, peachy backside, pert breasts, a twinkle in the eye that was suggestive, kissable lips, a tight pussy, an arse that was equally welcoming, flexible and limber, great taste in clothes and underwear and all in all a delight to be with, both sexually and socially. Until now he had thought that Sarah was the closest he had come to his ideal woman but he had ended that because what had started as the excitement of dating a work colleague lost its frisson when she tried to use her relationship for advancement and when she started to get more reckless than he was comfortable with in the office. What used to set his pulse racing at the thought of discovery began to bring him out in a cold sweat. 

With Diana there was no such complication. Steve couldn't decide whether she was perfect. Or whether it was just the sex and booze talking. All he knew was that this was one of the best nights of his life, bar none. 

And as if to prove the point, Diana started to rock her hips back and forth. She was still resting on Steve's chest but from her waist downwards, her body undulated beneath the surface of the bath water. The effect was to rub the cleft of her butt cheeks up and down the now fully erect length of Steve's penis. As if it were designed and destined to be there, his cock adjusted to the slick channel of flesh between her globes. 

The effect on Steve was almost overwhelmingly pleasurable. The bath water reduced the friction of the motions without dulling the sensations. It felt like a moist glove was gripping him firmly but not tightly and giving him a most exquisite hand job. 

In return for the pleasure that he was receiving, Steve reached for Diana's breasts. First he cradled and stroked the fullness of their form, lifting them occasionally to cup his palm beneath. Then with his palms pressing gently into their flesh, his thumb and forefinger turned their attention to her nipples. Steve tweaked and poked and gently flicked the rubbery nubs. The more he teased, the more Diana's soft moans grew and the more energetically she rocked her hips against him. 

Knowing the impracticality of taking Steve inside her in the narrow confines of the bath, Diana reached her own fingers between her thighs in search of her clitoris. Once contact was made, she deftly got to work pleasuring herself. She rubbed but beneath her clit's swollen hood but also along the puffy lips of her labia. Every now and then, her fingers would dance deeper and more adventurously inside her, stroking her g spot. 

It didn't take long until Steve could feel Diana's body start to tense as her next climax began to build. He became slightly more aggressive in his pulling and rubbing of her breasts and nipples. 

"Yeah. That's right. Squeeze my tits harder. Harder, Pull them harder. Squash my nips. Harder. Harder. Ohhhh, So close. Harder. Pull them harder. Harder. Uhhhhhhhhh!!" Of course Steve did has he was told. He played with Diana's beautiful, perky breasts almost without mercy. Just stopping short of causing real pain. As it was it would take some time for the red marks to fade. Added to this, at the moment of Diana's immersion into her ecstasy, Steve had somehow managed to get his mouth to her neck and shoulder to bite firmly, without breaking the skin. 

The effect had been to overwhelm Diana with both pleasure and pain and she felt that she would almost pass out. She felt as if every muscle and sinew in her body had been pulled as tight as guitar strings and then she had been strummed to play the sweetest music that no one but her could hear. The release of tension when her orgasm peaked, crested and rolled away was like nothing she had experienced for a long time. All her limbs now felt like jelly. 

"Oh God. Thank you Steve. That was incredible. That was ... Wow! I can't ... think ... speak straight. Oh God!!. That was ..." Whatever Diana said or intended to say was lost as she collapsed. Steve could feel her full weight, such as it was, pressed against him. He cradled his arms around her waist and where he had moments ago bit his teeth to her flesh, he now kissed with the tenderness of familiar lovers. 




The Best Date, Bar None Ch. 02



They lay in each other's embrace for a few moments but such was the comfort and security of how they felt that it could have just as easily been hours or even days. So reassuring and so unthreatening was their position. Eventually Diana opened her eyes, grateful that they had elected not to switch on the harsh, blinding glare of the main light in the bathroom and were lit only by the bedroom lights intruding across the bathroom's threshold. 

Next, Diana sat up. Her back reluctantly separating company from Steve's chest and once more one became two. "Hey lover. If you'd care to step out of the bath, I can give you a blow job to blow your mind. And then I want you to cum on my tits and face. Do you think that you can do that? Do you want to do that?" 

They say that actions can speak louder than words and in this case, Steve's actions screamed his reply. He stood up and stepped out of the bath, His cock was almost painfully erect from the stimulations it had been receiving courtesy of Diana's derriere and it bobbed and swung before him like the lance of a jousting knight. Once more, he thanked his lucky stars that his knight in shining armour had found such a wonderful damsel in distress this evening. 

Also without speaking, Diana re-positioned herself in the bath so that she could reach to Steve's penis and testes. She started with the latter by kissing each ball and licking the skin around, above and beneath as her hand lifted Steve's cock out of the way. Then she spat copiously on its tip and curled her fingers around its girth, rubbing and twisting the solid flesh in her grip as she brought the head of Steve's cock to her mouth. 

Steve expected her to go slow. Perhaps to kiss and lick as Diana had done to his balls. But no. As if she was slurping a McDonald's thick shake, Diana sucked his cock as far back as she could get in one go. Steve went dizzy with lust as the head of his penis grazed the back of Diana's throat and her tongue swirled proficiently around his glans. 

Whatever Diana was doing, she ensured that she produced a lot of saliva and this ran down Steve's cock as she bobbed her head back and forth along it. Diana's hand still gripped the base of Steve's shaft, controlling the depth and pace of its penetration of her mouth. As it was coated in her spittle, she brought her other hand back to caress and worry his scrotum with playful squeezes and rubbing. Her fingers teased along the exposed skin between that scrotum and his anus. Again, made slick from the spit she was spreading. 

Diana mumbled something from around Steve's cock. The actual words were irrelevant. All she wanted was to attract his attention. She succeeded and Steve opened his eyes to look down. His knees buckled at what he saw and almost gave way. If there is a more erotic sight than that of a lover at your groin, staring up with lust filled eyes, with her mouth stuffed full of your cock, Steve was at a loss to think of one in that moment. 

And that moment only got better as Diana released his dick from her grasp and planted her hands upon his buttocks. Now there was nothing stopping his further violation of her mouth. Diana's blue eyes shone with desire despite the fact that tears were starting to form on their surface, telling him that she was his to do as he wanted and that she willingly surrendered to whatever happened next. 

Another groan escaped Steve's lips of both pleasure and gratitude. He gripped her head in his hands, his fingers embedding themselves in Diana's hair as he assured himself of his grip. As he tensed his buttocks to make his first thrust, Diana beat him to it and pulled him almost violently towards her. 

The result was that the head of Steve's cock bludgeoned its way past the back of her mouth and rammed itself into the top of her Diana's throat. Now working in unison with common purpose, Steve pushed and Diana pulled and another inch gained admission. In no time at all, Steve could feel Diana's nose pressed to his pubic bone. His penis was completely buried in her mouth and down Diana's throat. 

Both the feeling itself and the realisation of what it meant, the total submission and acceptance to do his bidding in any way to give him pleasure, were almost too much to bear. Diana could feel Steve's buttocks stiffen and become tighter as he prepared for his next ejaculation. 

As much as Diana wanted to stay in that position, face stuffed with cock, and take Steve's seed straight down her throat and into her belly, she was finding it hard to breathe. With a loud gasp and shower of spittle, she released Steve's cock from the confines of her mouth. 

Despite panting heavily, Diana lost no time in gripping the slick, throbbing length of Steve's cock. She was determined now and her fist pumped and twisted up and down as she rushed to give him his release. This was not an entirely selfless act as she now longed to be scorched by a trail of his semen on her flesh. Diana wanted to be branded as his property and to wear the indelible marks of their union. Obviously, this was not to be so she would have to make do with something less permanent. 

The moment of which was close at hand, if not in hand. Steve braced his hands on the walls of the bathroom and locked his legs out as best he could. He knew that this was going to be something else and didn't want to risk collapsing in a heap on the floor. 

"Come on baby. Give it to me. Give me your cum you naughty boy. Did you like fucking me? Which was the best? My pussy? My ass? My mouth? My throat? Which of my holes pleased you most? Come on Steve. Cover me in your cream and make me yours. Give it to me, Come on. I'm begging for it. Give me your cum. Pleeeease!!" 

At the mention of each of the places in Diana's body that Steve had taken pleasure, he had flashbacks of those encounters. Fucking her on the bed, both pussy and ass. Fucking her at the window, pussy only. As close to fucking her in the ass in the bath as he could get. The blow job that did indeed blow his mind from her mouth and throat. 

The mental, physical and visual stimulation, as well as Diana's words all combined to destroy whatever stamina and self control Steve might have had left. With a mighty roar of "OHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!" he felt his balls boil over and a stream of his semen gush forth. First it spattered Diana's face, some of it finding its way into her mouth, and then as she directed its spurts, Steve splashed more seed upon her neck, chest and breasts. "Oh yes! That's it baby. Give me your cum. Cover me in your cream Steve. Show me what a slut I am. Mmmmm. You taste so good in my mouth. I love your cum. I want more. I want it all. Give it to me. Pleeeease!" 

Finally spent, Steve opened his eyes to look down. He now realised that there was a more erotic sight than the one that he had witnessed earlier. His thick, baby making seed was coating everything. The bathroom tiles. Diana's hair and face. Her upper body. He could see drops of it in the bath water and on her thighs. Diana was covered but what made it truly erotic was the smiling look of adoration and submission that looked back at him. She looked truly beautiful. Her eyes shone. Her skin glowed. Her smile could light the darkest night. 

Suddenly Steve was overwhelmed with the feelings sexual, physical, sensual and almost spiritual completeness and fulfilment. He felt completely at ease, albeit the exertions of the last few hours were now taking their toll. Steve stepped back and picked up a towel. "May I?" He held it open and beckoned Diana to get out of the now cool bath and move to his embrace. 

Unable to resist, Diana yielded without thinking and without question. She allowed herself to be wrapped in the soft, thick cotton towel and in Steve's strong arms. Diana snuggled her head into the crook of his right arm, sighing and murmuring as she moulded herself into him. 

Gently, Steve rubbed her through the towel to start the process of drying off, knowing that the proximity to her was doing the same for him. Or for his front at least. Diana's next words were almost a whisper, "Take me to bed, please." 

Steve kissed the top of Diana's head, took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Wordlessly now, they pulled back the sheets, turned out the lights and slid into cool, crisp cotton. Little did they know that they both loved the feeling of stepping out of a bath and straight into a freshly laundered bed. Something else that they had in common. 

Still not needing to speak, Diana lay down and turned her back to Steve. Far from being an indication of rejection, Diana was making her invitation to spoon known. Yet something else that Diana and Steve had in common, both enjoyed the intimacy of a man enveloping himself around his partner, moulding their bodies together, as they gave in to sleep. 

Steve kissed the back of Diana's neck, receiving only a murmur of acknowledgement from Diana, eyes already closed, breathing evenly and relaxed completely in their embrace. 

Despite his approaching fatigue, Steve was not yet ready to give in. He took the last few moments of consciousness to drink in the sight of Diana's flawless body beside him and to appreciate the sensation of that body where it was pressed to his.  

Finally, aware that it was now almost 3.00am and with his softened and spent penis nestled in the cleavage of Diana's buttocks, Steve closed his eyes and joined Diana in a calm, restful sleep. 

Seven hours or so later, Steve could feel friction in his groin. The events of last night replayed themselves in Steve's mind and he became more aware that not only was his cock engorging itself with blood to resume its full potency but that it was once more cocooned within Diana's peachy cheeks and once more, Diana was rocking her hips to rub her appreciation of Steve's attention. 

Steve kissed Diana's neck, his fingers pulling her hair aside to expose it. "Good morning beautiful. That's quite the most delightful way to wake up that you're doing there." 

"Mmmmm, I'm glad you're up," they both smiled at the double meaning of her words, "and you're welcome. That was quite something last night. I hope that you don't think that I allow myself to be picked up and fucked by men every night of the week." Her chuckle was infectious and Steve couldn't help but join in. "Fear not maiden, your honour is never in question. And likewise, I trust that you do not think this knight takes a different damsel each night." 

Once more Diana chuckled but then that turned into a sigh, which became a soft moan as she could feel the pre cum at Steve's tip smearing and lubricating along her buttocks. "Mmmmm. That said, I am so horny this morning that I hope that you haven't got any intention of taking that cock of yours away from me anytime soon. In fact, you've got me so worked up already that if you can get it wetter you can stick it back up my arse. But this time, I don't want you pulling out until you cum. You make me want to be soooo filthy. I want to feel your cock inside my bum when you unload. Can you do that for me? Do you want to spray your cum up my backside?" 

"Ohhhh God. You are a dirty bitch. Yes, yes, yes, fucking yes! Let me fill your arse up. Come on Diana." No longer needing speak, their bodies followed their own needs. Diana bent further forward, away from Steve whilst keeping her buttocks pressed tight to Steve's groin. She rubbed herself again, as she had last night. Her fingers spread her swollen lips open so that both her clitoris and inner labia were exposed to the fingers of her other hand. Diana was so wet already that it took no time at all of these ministrations to have her heart pumping and her desires boiling. 

During this time, Steve speeded up the lubrication of his manhood by spitting into his hand and rubbing the tip along Diana's pussy. Once satisfied that he was slippery enough, he replaced that tip to the crinkled rosebud of Diana's anus. The first shove pushed the head of his penis past her sphincter. Each subsequent shove embedded his length deeper into Diana's bowels. 

Steve gripped Diana's hips and thrust back and forth. This coupled with Diana's own actions and state of arousal forced another climax from her. Diana shuddered and shook, almost appearing to convulse as her body twitched in rapture. 

"Oh God! Now THAT is the way to wake up. What are you doing tomorrow morning, and every other morning after that? That feels soooo good." The convulsions evolved into undulations as Diana rocked her hips back and forth. On one such undulation, Steve pushed Diana's hip away and followed her as he rolled her onto her front, remaining ensheathed within her. 

As a result, Diana was now flat on her stomach with her forearms and shoulders pressed to the sheets. She started to move up into the classic 'doggy' position but Steve pushed her back down, asserting himself over her. If Diana were on her back, you could call this the 'missionary' position but only Steve was correctly adopting that role, resting his groin on Diana's backside, his hands supporting his weight with his arms extended. 

"Oh yes. This is new. I've never been fucked like this before. But I definitely like it. I can feel you so deep inside me. Soooo deep. Soooo full. Ohhhh God yes. Keep fucking me like that. Blow your load inside me and fill me with your cum. Oh God. Oh fuck!!" 

Steve pumped his hips with increasing pace and intensity. A sheen of sweat now clung to his back and shoulders, his heart thumped in his chest, he could hear the blood pound in his ears. World around him shrunk to the size of his field of vision. There was nothing else in the world beyond this bed in this hotel room. And still the world shrank, smaller still until it was no more than their enmeshed bodies. And still the world shrank, smaller still. Steve's vision blurred and faded. He could see nothing now. His whole world was now the feeling of imminent ejaculation. 

And then it came. Every fibre in his being. Every ounce of his essence now poured forth from his balls and into Diana's ass. He could feel his shaft swelling as it discharged its load, which with no further to go inside her, Steve's sperm coated his penis and eased the lubrication of his fucking. 

"Oh my fucking God! OH MY FUCKING GOD!! You did it. You came in my ass. You filled me with your cum, you fucking bastard. Oh my God you fucking fucking bastard. Oh Jesus, that feels good. I can feel your cum running out of me. So hot. Oh God. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." 

Steve only heard half of Diana's words. The room slowly came back into view and the world got back to original size, gradually and for a moment he thought that it also got brighter. He still couldn't speak. He rolled away and lay on his back. He didn't yet trust himself to reply or trust his limbs to work if he sat up. 

Diana spun around and onto her back, sitting up in the process to rest on the headboard. "Awww, have we broken your lance, my gallant knight? Are you in need of refreshment sire?" Without waiting for a reply, Diana took a bottle of water from the side table and passed it to Steve's clasping hand. "Here big fellah. You earned it. And I think that we earned ourselves breakfast. I presume it's ok to order room service. I'm hardly dressed for the buffet bar. Can you get that sorted while I use your bathroom? I got a leak that needs to be plugged" 

Steve weakly signalled his agreement to the plan. He took a few sips and then sat up. Steve dialled reception and ordered coffee, orange juice, two rounds each of bacon and sausage rolls and two fruit platters. Diana was right. They had earned a good breakfast. He closed his eyes again briefly and took an inventory of his weary body. He concluded that there was no permanent damage done as he heard the shower being switched on. And then Diana's voice came through, "Hey Sir Galahad!! Wanna soap my back?" 

With Pavlovian predictability, Steve was a moth to the flame. He stood and closed the short distance to the bathroom door quickly. He knocked once on the door frame. "You summoned me, milady?" 

Diana sniggered at a joke not yet said, "Come in sire. Although you've already done your share of cumming in me already. There's room in here for two and I'm not done with getting my fill of you yet. And yes, that was another double entendre." 

Steve stepped in and there was a light mist of steam already. Diana had pulled the flimsy plastic curtain around the bath to save the shower spray from drenching the floor. The thought went briefly through Steve's mind that not enough of the hotels that he stayed in had wet rooms. There was something indulgent about not caring where the water or anything else went, safe in the knowledge that it would all run away with no harm done. 

Diana's shape was just about visible behind the curtain as she stood beneath the shower jets and once more Steve admired its exquisite form. Fit and trim without being skinny. Womanly curves without being ungainly. With barely suppressed eagerness, Steve pulled the curtain back and stepped into Diana's company. 

Diana picked up a bottle of hotel shower gel and poured half of it over her breasts and stomach. Then she took Steve's hands and placed them on her slick, soaped, slippery flesh. He needed no further instruction and rubbed more gently than last night. In no time, he had created a lather. Getting himself into a lather at the same time. The more that he rubbed Diana's wet, yielding body, the more his erection grew until it was insistently prodding and knocking against Diana's hip. 

Diana arched an eyebrow and sat down on the bath's edge. This brought Steve's penis level with her soaped up breasts. She didn't shift her gaze, which was locked onto Steve's eyes as she held those breasts closer until they smothered Steve's cock. This caused him to groan again as once more he felt the exquisite attentions of Diana's body pleasuring his manhood. He rested one hand on the tiled wall behind Diana's head and the other on her shoulder as he tried to steady himself. 

Once more Steve surrendered himself to being rubbed off by Diana. Not that he had much choice in the matter. Her arms were wrapped around his backside, her upper arms pressing her breasts together to form a heavenly tit flesh sandwich with his cock as the filling. 

Diana was tempted to pursue this particular endeavour to its natural conclusion until she realised that of all the times that Steve had ... reached a conclusion, none of them had been in her vagina. She knew that he had boasted of doing so as she stood helpless against the bedroom window to prevent it. But in the end, well he hadn't put it in her end. He had cum all over her back instead. 

With a glint of purpose in her eye, Diana stood up, releasing Steve's cock from her soapy embrace. She passed him what was left of the hotel shower gel and turned to face the tiled walls. "I think it's time for you to fuck my fanny Steve. You've cum everywhere else. Now I need to feel you fill my womb with your seed. It's a fucking shame that I'm safe and on birth control 'cos right now I just want you to knock me up. Come on, ease this damsel's distress and fuck me." 

Steve took the shower gel and sprayed it across Diana's back and buttocks. Once more he spread and lathered Diana's wet flesh, soaping and caressing her flawless skin. Diana for her part stepped her feet apart to give her a firmer footing, turning as she did to face the wall. 

Diana rested her arms and shoulders against the cold tiles, her breath was taken away by the contrast of the cold ceramic, hot shower and her overheating body. Her skin goose fleshed in response, which was quickly smoothed as Steve continued to rub her back. 

As his enjoyment of the situation grew, so did Steve's erection and he focussed on Diana's buttocks. He was soaping and spreading her cheeks and rubbing his manhood between them. Diana rolled her hips and rocked up and down against him.