His name was Xander Xenakis. He had purposefully not told his name to the woman he was currently kissing. He would have preferred that he didn’t even know her name, but she had told him right away so there was nothing he could do about it now. At least he didn’t know what her late name was. If she had volunteered her last name, he might have had to end things before they even began and that would be a shame since she was cute. She was really cute, actually. The thing was, Xander had a significant predilection for strangers. The official term for it was “xenophilia,” but he chose to just think of it as he enjoyed sex with strangers. Unfortunately, he seemed to have lost the ability to get hard for women he knew. Sometimes that fact bothered him, but most of the time, he had no trouble satisfying his cravings for women in local bars. Occasionally he wanted someone to come home to, but he enjoyed being a bachelor and he never, ever brought girls home.

At that moment, he was kissing a woman he had just met at the bar. Her friend had left and he suspected he could get her to take him home, or at least go to a hotel with him. When he pulled back from the kiss, they were both panting heavily. He was really turned on and he really wanted to fuck her. They had already danced for a few songs and he really didn’t want to suggest they dance more. He was tired of dancing. He was spared his dilemma when she opened her mouth.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

Hell yes! He wanted to shout. But instead he said, “Yeah, sure,” and shrugged like it was no big deal.

She checked out her tab and he tried to pay for it, but she brushed him off. He would have bought her a drink, but that would require staying at the bar longer than he’d like. She seemed more interested in leaving than he was anyway.

They walked out of the bar and he said “I have my car in the lot.”

“Me too,” she said.

Damn. “Where do you want to go?”

“My place?” she asked.

“Sure.” She gave him the address and he put it in his phone’s GPS in case he wasn’t able to follow her through the crowded streets.

Within twenty minutes, he was pulling up in front of her house. He had lost her a few times but had always managed to catch up so he was pulling in right behind her. She pulled into a driveway and he parked on the street nearby. He got out quickly and was up the driveway before she was even out of her car. “Come in,” she said with a grin.

“Thanks,” he said. He was surprised she hadn’t pressed him about his name. She had asked a couple times but he had been specific about the fact that not sharing his name had been intentional.

“Can I get you something to drink? Water? Wine? Coffee?”

“Wine?” he asked.

“Red or white?”

“White,” he said and she disappeared into the kitchen. He could hear her moving around and eventually pouring wine into glasses. She brought the two glasses into the living room where she had left him and he took a sip. “Excellent wine,” he said. They talked about the wine she had chosen and he could see the surprise on her face that he knew what he was talking about. “My mom raised me to drink wine and she knew what she was doing,” he explained and then gave himself a mental headslap. This was why he liked meeting women in bars. No real chance to talk. If he revealed too much about himself, he would lose interest. It was moments like these that he cursed his body and his libido.

“So, I have something to ask you,” she said, suddenly getting very serious.

“Okay?” he asked hesitantly. This was where she told him something stupid like she could only sleep with him if he would marry her.

“I have this thing. I guess you could call it a fetish.” That piqued my interest.

“Oh?” She didn’t elaborate right away so he prompted her, “What is it?”

“I like to wrestle.”

“Wrestle?” His tone was neither positive nor negative. Neutral. He was surprised. It didn’t seem like her personality fit that, not that he knew her that well. But he had certainly heard of much more odd fetishes. Many more odd and more disgusting, so wrestling really wasn’t that bad.

“Yeah, wrestling. Naked wrestling.”

“Huh,” he said, mulling it over. That could work. It certainly wasn’t a problem for him. “That sounds like it could be fun?”

The look on her face was what he would have expected to see if he had told her he was giving her a million dollars. “Really?!”

“Really,” he confirmed.

“Wow,” she said. He didn’t know why she was so surprised. The whole evening had been unexpected though, so that could explain it. “Want to see my bedroom?” she asked, taking a large swig of the sweet wine.

“Yes,” he said with confidence.

She stood and extended a hand for him to take. He took it and she led him to the bedroom. He noticed that her house was very clean for someone not expecting company. Though, with no pets and no kids, it was easy to keep a place clean. She must like to vacuum or dust or something. The bedroom fit the same mold as the rest of the house. Her bed was neatly made, there was a lot of empty floor space.

“This is a nice place,” he told her. “You do a nice job with it.”

“Thanks,” she said with a genuine smile. “It isn’t huge, but it’s mine and I’m happy to take care of it.”

“It shows,” he said.

“Thanks.” She was bending over in front of him now and he could see her nice round ass through the jeans covering it. There were no panty lines so he wondered if she was wearing a thong or going commando. He desperately wanted to find out. He had been so engrossed in examining her lack of panty lines that he didn’t realize she was pulling a large mat out from under the bed. It must have been practically the size of the king bed it had been on top of, at least it was when it was all folded out.

“Wow,” he said. “That’s huge.”

“Yeah,” a light blush was creeping up her neck. “I’m really into it,” she admitted and the color in her cheeks deepened.

“That’s not a bad thing,” he said and she smiled shyly now. It was amazing how quickly her emotions seemed to get hold of her.

“No?” she asked, hesitantly.

He slowly shook his head at her as he approached. She stood immobilized in his gaze until he swiped her off her feet and gently slammed her against the mat on the floor. A delightful little sound escaped her throat as he felt his body against hers. She surprised him by flipping him onto his back. Even though she obviously had invested herself into this wrestling thing, he was so much bigger than her, he figured she’d be easy to overtake. Apparently that would make him wrong.

When he was flat on his back, she straddled him. If they had been naked, her pussy would have been right over his cock. It was his turn to moan. She sat back on her heels so she could take her shirt off. She flipped it over her head and tossed it aside. He reached up and helped her with her bra. Then he pulled her down so they were kissing. With his tongue stuck down her throat, he flipped back to he was in the position of power. “Oh god,” she panted, breaking their kiss.

He took his shirt off this time and he realized she was unbuttoning his pants. He would have to stand up to get them off though. He did, releasing her from his grip and they both shed the remainder of their clothes, tossing them aside. As she tossed her clothes to the side, she turned her back to him. Big mistake. He grinned as he wrapped his arms around her, gripping tightly so she was pinned to his chest. Her soft skin pressed against the hair on his chest. She broke his grip too easily and he was yet again surprised by her skill. It was very unexpected. “Did you wrestle as a child?” he asked as they faced off. He mentally slapped himself for asking a personal question. It was his number one rule and he kept breaking it!

“My brother did,” she said.

“Ah,” he replied. That made sense. “You’re a good wrestler,” he quipped as he took her down, driving his head into her stomach. He knew he was being too rough but she didn’t seem like she needed him to baby her.

She let out a grunt of air when he made impact but she didn’t protest his aggressiveness. She wrapped her arms around him and managed to slip out of his hold yet again. She was slippery, especially now that she was naked. He had been a wrestler for a while in his youth so he knew some of what he was doing. It had been a long time though and he was definitely out of practice. Then his focus began to shift. Instead of focusing on pinning her, he should focus on touching her. How could he maximize their contact? He shifted his hands down between her thighs. He had just managed to get one right up against her pubic mound and she flipped him onto his back. His breath was forced out of him. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down on top of him. This time she was naked and when she straddled him, he could feel her warm wetness on his cock. He gripped her hips hard, trying to keep her there. “I win,” she murmured.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s a draw,” he whispered in her hear as he flipped her onto her back on the wrestling mat and thrust his cock inside her. Her eyes widened as his girth stretched her pussy walls. She groaned.

“Okay, maybe,” she conceded.

He grinned at her and he began to pound into her. She moaned and grunted and thrust with him. He was again taken by surprise when she flipped him onto his back. She managed to do so without his cock slipping out of her. It was like magic! How the hell had she done that?

She was riding him now and he let her. He gripped her wrists with his hands and let her fuck him. She bucked against him until they found their rhythm. He let go of one of her wrists and pressed his thumb against her clit. He began to rub gently and then more frantically as he felt his own orgasm building. He knew that it would not be long. It wouldn’t be long at all. He grunted as he felt the first wave of his orgasm. The cum built up in balls shot up his shaft and into her waiting pussy. She grunted when she felt it and nearly collapsed on top of him. Then he realized that she was spasming around him and he moved his thumb against her clit more forcefully until she pushed his hand away. Her attempts to push him away were feeble at best but he didn’t resist.

He gently stroked her back as she lay on top of him until he was soft enough that he slipped out of her pussy. He knew they would be making a mess of her wrestling mat, but since he was going to leave any minute now, it was irrelevant to him. He almost felt bad that he was going to leave her. Almost.

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Xander woke up in his own bed hours later, alone. He took a deep breath and listened to the quiet of his bedroom. It was nice to be alone and to be enveloped in the silence that surrounded him. He rolled over and stretched out on his bed. He would have to get up soon but he just didn’t want to. He thought he might try to go out and meet someone that night, but for now, it was nice to just lay in the quiet.

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At 8pm, Xander got up off the couch. He had spent a very lazy day at home but now it was time to go out. Going out wasn’t really mandatory but he had had a great one night stand with Wendy the night before and he was having trouble getting her out of his mind. He knew that he already knew more about her than he intended to and he didn’t want to fall into the trap of thinking he could have a relationship with her. He knew that he couldn’t. He knew that it just didn’t work for him and he was saving her a lot of heartache to just stay away from that point on. But in order for him to get her out of his head, he needed some more good no strings attached sex.

He went to a different bar than the night before and he knew it was early. He was tired, though, and he didn’t want to be out too late. He just needed someone to fuck and then he could get home. He was actually thinking it would be good to have a good back alley kind of fuck rather than a whole session like what he had with Wendy.

When he walked into the bar, he saw her. He knew she was the one he was going to take out to his car and fuck hard. She was perfect. She was wearing a miniskirt and a low cut top. He could pop her breasts right out of that top and, if she was wearing panties, he could easily get her out of them. And those shoes… those shoes would make her just the right height to bend her over the trunk of his car and fuck. Yep, she was the one and she was smiling at him.

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