Y is for… #AtoZChallenge

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The guy approaching her from across the room was hot. He was really hot. Yasmine Yelton had to mentally check to make sure her jaw wasn’t gaping open. Nope, she wasn’t staring at him slack jawed. She was actually smiling. Wow! And he was walking toward her. Woah! She smoothed down her miniskirt, mostly for something to do with her hands. Then she reached for her drink. It was empty. Shit.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked as he approached.

“Oh, sure,” she smiled. He motioned to the bartender who practically snapped to attention. That was interesting. Why did he have so much power over the bartender? Typically it was the hottest women who received the most attention.

“I’d like to buy a drink for the lady,” he said and the bartender asked if she would like another Sex on the Beach.

“Yes, please,” she said almost too quietly to be heard but the nod was enough to give him the message. She cleared her throat subtly. “Thank you,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” he smiled.

“But you didn’t get a drink for yourself,” she noted.

“I might get one later. I’m good for now,” he said. He paid cash for her drink when it came instead of starting a tab. The tip he left on the bar was generous. She raised one eyebrow at him.

“It seems like you have an agenda,” she said. Despite her initial shock at seeing such an amazing guy approaching her, she had gained confidence now. Maybe it was the Sex on the Beach talking. Maybe it was just her new personality. Yasmine had recently gotten out of an oppressive relationship and she was trying out being different. Sometimes she had to tell the little scared voice in her head to shut up, but she was enjoying life a lot more now that she felt she was free to speak her mind and do whatever she wanted.

“Possibly,” he conceded and he watched her take a long sip of her drink.

She slid off the bar stool and stood next to him. He was tall, but sitting on the stool next to her, she could put her mouth right next to his ear. The bar wasn’t too loud but it was loud enough to mask what she was going to say. “And what might you have in mind?”

She could see the muscles in his face contract in a smile at her words. “Bold, are you?” he asked.

“Sometimes,” she said in a tone that could either be serious and honest or humorous and deceptive.

He slid off the stool and slipped one hand around her waist. He pulled her to him and looked down at her. He lowered his face so that his lips were brushing against her ear, “I would like to take you out to my car, press you up against the back of it, lift that short little skirt, and fuck the shit out of you.” She knew that a furious blush was blooming on her face but she didn’t care.

She swallowed hard. “What are you waiting for?”

“For you to finish your drink,” he said, pulling back and making eye contact with her. His gaze was serious and firm and she felt the blush deepen. She picked up the glass and tossed the rest of it back.

“Let’s go,” she said and she took his hand. He took the lead then and guided her out of the bar to the parking lot. He had parked in a dark corner of the lot. “So, listen,” she started and he slowed down. She could tell by his posture that he was expecting her to back out. “I love this car idea, but there’s one tiny problem.”

“What’s that?” he asked gently.

“I like to yell when I get fucked.”

“That sounds like fun,” he said. “We could go somewhere else.”

“That might be a good idea.”

“Yes, it might be a good idea,” he agreed. “Let’s go,” he said and he unlocked the car. He opened the passenger door for her and she got in. He went around to his side and they were on the road. He didn’t say anything about where they were going. He didn’t ask her any questions. Her stomach was full of butterflies but she was confident that it was something she wanted to do. Hell, she is the one who mentioned it would be a problem. She just knew that if she couldn’t yell during sex, she would get very little out of it and then what would be the point? She wanted to have fun!

He pulled into a deserted lot five minutes later.

“This should be good,” he murmured more to himself than to her. She didn’t reply but when the car stopped, she got out.

He came around the car and took her into his arms. He didn’t kiss her mouth, but he nibbled on her shoulder and her exposed breast. She moaned loudly as he bit into her flesh and he bit harder. She began to yell, but it was a cross between a moan and a scream. He clearly was taking it as encouragement because he popped one of her breasts from her shirt and began to bite it. He bit all around the nipple and then the nipple itself. She could feel her pussy pulsing with excitement. She was definitely ready to be fucked. When he moved to the other breast, she thought she was going to lose it. She was really yelling now and he was getting more into it himself, it seemed.

She reached for his cock and it was definitely hard in his pants. She unbuttoned his pants and was able to slip his cock out. He was huge. Even with some of his length wasted inside his pants and boxers, he was large. She stroked him gently and he moaned against her breast. “Oh yeah,” he said, letting her nipple go. He slid one hand up her skirt and pulled her thong to the side. One finger went inside her pussy, then the other one. She was leaking her juices down her leg. “You are so ready,” he groaned.

“Fuck me,” she said in tone that felt too loud for the bedroom, but since they weren’t in a bedroom, it was okay.

He didn’t respond, but he turned her around and pressed her against the car. She was leaning against the side of the car and he was standing behind her. He was able to pull her thong to the side and his cock pressed inside her. Her yell was more of a moan than a yell when he buried himself in her and she bucked back against him.

“Oh yeah,” she yelled. “Fuck me!” And he did. He was moving quickly within her and she wondered how long he could last at this pace. She screamed and yelled. “Oh yeah, that’s fucking amazing. Fuck me! Oh fuck my sweet pussy. That’s it, yeah. You are amazing. Stick that cock in me.” She went on and on at the top of her lungs. She was really letting loose and it felt amazing.

When he orgasmed, he slowed his pace slightly and then gradually decreased until he stopped moving all together. He was suddenly heavy against her until he moved back and away from her.

“That was great,” she said.

“It was,” he said. He tucked his cock away really quickly and suddenly he was dressed.

Catching the speed at which he was putting himself back together, she did the same. His cum was literally dripping from her pussy when she sat back in his car. He brought her back to the bar where he had picked her up. She looked at him questioningly when he pulled up but didn’t park. “Can I see you again?” she asked.

“No, but thanks. That was great.” Her eyebrows got very close together and she tried to make sense of what he was saying. He enjoyed himself but he didn’t want to see her again? Why? “It’s not you, it’s me. I mean that literally. I really like sex with strangers. Once I got to you know, I’d lose interest. It’s better to end on a high note.”

“I see.” But she didn’t see.

“I’m sorry, I really am. You’re great. You’ll meet someone.”

“Sure,” she said. She wasn’t upset, actually. She had had a great time with him. It had been a wonderful release. It would have been nice if it had led to further things but it certainly wasn’t required. “Thank you for a great evening.” Her smile and wave were genuine and she hoped that he knew she truly had enjoyed their time together and there were no hard feelings. After all, there had been no agreement that it was going to be a last relationship. Quite the contrary, actually.

She turned to go back into the bar she had left and nearly ran into the bartender.

“Woah!” she said. “Sorry.”

“No, my fault,” he said.

“No, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

“It’s cool, no worries,” he said. Then he paused and it looked like he was trying to place her. “Weren’t you just in here?” he asked, gesturing to the bar behind him.

“Yeah, not too long ago.”

“Like half an hour ago.”

“Yeah,” she said and she knew she was blushing.

“Where did you go?”

“Umm,” she didn’t know what to say. She really didn’t have to answer this guy’s questions but she felt like she should. She didn’t know where that feeling was coming from.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, that was very forward of me. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s okay, I just, I don’t know how to answer.”

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, taking a step toward her. He was clearly holding himself back so as not to spook her but the concern was written all over his face.

“I’m fine,” she said with a smile. She was still reeling from the encounter with the stranger. It had been fun and fulfilling but the end had been jarring. It just was unexpected.

“Do you want to get a cup of coffee?” he asked.

“Yeah, that would be great,” she said. He asked if she knew of the diner he liked to go to after work and she did. He suggested she follow him over there and she let out a sigh of relief she hadn’t known she was holding.

She followed him to the diner and parked next to him. They got out of their cars, went into the diner, and were seated immediately. He had secured them a booth at the back of the diner where they would have privacy.

“Come here often?” she asked in a teasing voice.

“Yes,” he answered honestly. “It’s my favorite place to come for breakfast. I didn’t have to work the closing shift tonight so I’m early.” The bar had two bartenders on duty until 1 when things started to slow down. Then the second person could leave as long as it wasn’t still really busy.

“What do you recommend?” she asked. “I’m starving.” He pointed to the Manager’s Special which came with every breakfast food one could imagine but was still low priced.

When the waitress approached, she ordered what he had suggested. He doubled the order and the waitress moved off. She sat on the bench seat and squirmed uncomfortably. The stranger’s cum was still dripping out of her and it had completely soaked her panties. She was afraid she was going to leave a wet spot on the bench. How embarrassing would that be?

“I need to freshen up,” she said with a wink and took herself off to the bathroom. She surreptitiously looked at the seat and saw that the giant wet spot in her mind was thankfully only in her imagination. She cleaned herself up the best she could with the cheap diner toilet paper and made her way back to the table.

She smoothed her skirt down as she sat next to him.

“Hi,” she said with an awkward look. “I don’t think I even know your name.” She had to ask. She couldn’t go through another encounter like the one she had already had.

“I’m Zavier,” he said.

“Yasmine,” she replied and they shook hands across the table. They made small talk about the bar and how often she went there. It turned out that Zavier had a degree in Zoology but jobs were scarce so he had taken up bar tending. The job had stuck and he had basically made a career of it.

They talked for a while and then their food came and they talked some more. She avoided the conversation about where she had gone when he had seen her in the parking lot. He didn’t press the issue.

“So,” he said when there was a lull in the conversation.

“So,” she repeated and pushed her plate back. She had only finished half of the food in front of her.

“I…” he let his voice trail off.

“You what?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he blushed.

She cocked her head to the side. “What?”

“I like you,” he said.

“You do?” she looked surprised.

“I do,” he confirmed.

“So, is that a problem?” she asked. What an unexpected turn of events.

“I don’t know, is it?” he asked.

“I don’t think so.” She smiled.

“Well that’s good. I don’t think so either. Are you ready to get out of here?” he asked.

“Let’s do it.”

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