Sas in the City

By Sassiest
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Updated 18 Mar, 09 - 3 Comments.

One Friday night not so long ago I arranged to meet a girlfriend for drinks at one of our favourite bars in the city. It was a warm night and I was looking forward to unwinding after a long hard working week. I arrived on time, my friend wasn't there yet so I found a table and waited for the waitress to come over and take my drink order. I ordered wine and sat back to scan the bar. Unusually quiet, but it was still reasonably early. The girl brought my drink and I paid her. The wine went down well and a little too quickly, my phone beeped with a text and I picked it up, my girlfriend, informing me she was running about 15 minutes late blaming traffic. May as well get another drink I thought. Not seeing the waitress nearby I walked up to the bar and ordered. While the bartender poured my wine I sensed eyes on me. I looked around and saw a tall, dark haired guy at the other end of the bar looking my way. Was he really looking at me? Very hot from what I could see. Discreetly, I looked behind me certain there must be some other girl there or even a guy for that matter. Someone so cute surely wasn't straight! But no, no-body of interest behind me. I smiled shyly back at him, picked up my glass and returned to my table, scared shitless I would fall flat on my face in the ridiculously high heels I had chosen to wear that night. I sat a while almost sculling the drink, making up witty lines in my head in case he came over. My phone went off again, she was going to be another 30-40 minutes, pileup on the Westgate. Great! The bar was starting to fill now, I recognised a few faces from previous nights there. I tossed down the remainder of my drink and scanned the room again looking for the cute guy but couldn't find him anywhere, damn, he must've left. Oh well, ciggy time. I left my jacket to hold the table and went out the front door and lit up. I strolled along the street a bit looking in the shop windows, enjoying my smoke and mentally making a wish list. I felt fingers run down my arm and it tingled. I smelled a familiar cologne but couldn't place the name. Lips lightly brushed my neck. I didn't need to turn or look and something in me didn't want to. He kissed my neck repeatedly, lifting my hair and piling it on top of my head. I threw away the cigarette and reached behind me pulling him closer, shivers ran down my spine. People must have passed us on the street but I didn't notice. He circled his arms around me and pressed in tight, I could feel his hardness in the small of my back, even with my heels, he was much taller than I. He dog-marched me further up the street until we reached a dark alleyway. Grabbing my hand he pulled me into it. Common sense told me no, but I followed anyway. About half way down the alley he firmly pushed me back against the wall, I could feel the bass of the music pumping from the club inside. He kissed me now, firmly on the lips, I bit down a little too hard and instinctively reached up with my finger to rub it and felt blood. He kissed me again, sucking my lips softly in his while gently peeling my top down over my shoulders exposing my breasts. Bending now he licked and circled my already hardened nipples with his tongue. He rolled my skin tight skirt up to my waist and slid my knickers down my legs letting let them drop to the ground. He ran his hands slowly up my legs til they came to rest between my thighs. He began to massage my clit with his thumbs, alternating expertly, his other fingers hooking over each of my hips. I was so wet and breathing heavily by now. After some time he replaced his thumbs with his tongue. Flicking in and out, my clit danced and throbbed under it. My fingers hooked into his hair and I pulled him in closer rubbing my foot against his bulging denim crotch. I was moaning now, low and throaty. My shoulders and back hurt from leaning into the jagged bricks behind me, the music still pumped through the wall. I could no longer stand it, I would cum in seconds and fall in a heap, I had to have him now. Pulling him up, I peeled off his t-shirt and wiped the beads of sweat off my neck and chest with it. I kissed his mouth tasting myself and feeling the slickness on his chin. Undoing his belt then his jeans I slid my hand in. No undies, so hot, his cock so hard, it pulsed into my fist. His balls were smooth and swollen. Quickly he rolled down his jeans, pushed forward and rubbed himself on me searching for an entry point but I pushed him back. I squatted and lifted his cock high licking his balls with long strokes ending each up the shaft of his dick. I was careful not to touch the tip yet. I repeated several times and finally circled the tip with my tongue then took him full in my mouth sucking hard and strong. His hands were pulling on my hair and he groaned loudly. Standing me up now, he lifted me right off the ground and leant me back up against the wall spreading and supporting my thighs with his hands. I wrapped my legs around his waist arching my back with anticipation. Finally he entered and we both gasped at the sensation, the best feeling in the world, that first contact. He eased into me, slowly at first, spreading me open deeper and deeper til I took him in completely. 'Fuck me, fuck me' screamed in my head but the words never left my lips, we had come this far, not a word spoken, I didn't want to spoil that. I watched a couple walk past us in the alley but we didn't stop, if anything, we just went harder. He was lifting me up and down while I squeezed my thighs into his abs and rode him. Our eyes were open and fixed on each others, I think his were green. Before long I could feel the waves of orgasm coming. I couldn't hold on any longer, I dug my fingernails deep into his shoulders and shuddered into oblivion. My legs shook uncontrollably and everything else turned to jelly. I was sure by now my back was bleeding from the scratching of the wall and his arms must be tiring from supporting me all this time. I gently lowered one leg first then the other. I turned around and faced the wall, lifted my bum in the air towards him and tried to guide him in from behind. Even in my heels he was too tall, it would be awkward. He dragged me over to a doorway with a step which was perfect height, spun me around and re-entered gripping my breasts and thrusting wildly. I couldn't balance well, my legs were still shaking, so I bent over forward and gripped my ankles, moving his hands to my hips giving us both better leverage. He started to groan, his grip on my hips tightened, I felt his cock harden in a tell tale sign and with one last thrust he pulled out quickly and came all over my arse. I straightened my back and leaned into the door in front of me, he fell in behind, and lay his head on my shoulder. We stood there for what seemed like hours but must have been only minutes. I was wondering how to clean up his sticky mess on my back and butt not to mention my own between my legs. Ahhh, tissues in my bag thank god, ummm, where was my bag? Quick scan of the alley, good, still over there with my knickers and his shirt. My feet ached and I longed for a warm shower and soft bed. I thought of my girlfriend and looked at my watch, she would be at the bar by now, oh well, she had kept me waiting. We went back to our things, I wiped up and readjusted while he dressed. He slipped my knickers into his back pocket, $80 worth!!! I reached out in protest. He pulled out his wallet and I thought he was going to pay me and warrant a slap. Instead he pulled out a business card and pressed it into my hand. Smiling, I popped it in my bag. We walked back to the bar together, one last kiss and he walked off down the street. I went in and saw my girlfriend at the bar. I grabbed my jacket, put it on to cover my ravaged back and joined her. 'Where were you?' she asked. 'Toilet' I replied, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. 'Huge queue'. ' God, you look amazing' she said,' Youre gonna pick up tonight for sure.' ' Oh, not really in the mood.' I told her. Later in the cab on my way home I searched through my bag for the business card. Found it, pulled it out and studied it. I pulled my phone out and composed a text, changed my mind and deleted it. I stuffed the card down the back seat of the cab and closed my eyes.