One Drink

When I told him I would meet him for one drink, I meant it. ONE Drink. I was only to be in town for a month working on a few projects, and the last thing I wanted was to get involved. Yes, believe it or not, more than one drink would certainly lead to an involvement. He had already expressed an interest, and I had to be careful. I couldn’t have him falling in love with me.

We had been speaking for over a year, so meeting one another was a cakewalk. Our conversation flowed without hesitation. We had drinks and appetizers to punctuate our thoughts and everything seemed entirely too perfect. It wasn’t until he told me I “radiated energy” that I realized I had let my guard down and had more than one drink. I knew I had to regain a little control and not speak so freely with him. It was time to rein it in a bit. I had to be careful. He noticed the energy change and raised an eyebrow.

Gaining control

“Are you okay?” he asked

Mmm hmm

Again, the raised eyebrow, only this time he took my hand from across the table. It was the first time he had touched me other than the short greeting hug upon meeting. He turned my hand palm up as his warm, meaty hand wrapped around my wrist. I took a deep breath and everything he had said after was lost in a blur. In our past conversations, I had given him the power, and he took to it right away.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“To my place. You’re still ok with that, right?” He said with his boyish grin.

“I can’t drive. Maybe I should just get a cab home.”

“We’ll get a cab to my place. I’m not letting a stranger take you home while you’re a little buzzed,” he said. “We’ll cuddle up and watch movies like you mentioned.”

I straightened my back and stood tall; the blood rushing through my body as I regained my composure. I walked to him and placed my hand on his chest. “I am not sleeping with you. We are not having sex at your place. You aren’t even going to get to second base. If you want to rethink this, please do. You won’t get more control than you already have. I may have slipped a little more than I wanted, but it won’t continue. Do you understand?” I asked sternly.

He picked my hand up from his chest, kissed my fingertips and palm before moving his lips to my wrist and kissing me there. His eyes locked on mine and though I tried to remain composed, I took that deep breath that let him know I was his. As we climbed into a cab, something clicked in me and I knew I could be back in charge of the situation. The second I slid in next to him, his arm went around my shoulders. He told the cabbie where to go. Once we were rolling, he began my torture.

A little back seat show

I wiggled myself deeper into his hold for just a second and looked up at him as I planned my move. He leaned in to kiss me and I laughed as I removed his hand from my shoulders and gently slid from his grip.

“How long is this cab ride?” I asked.

“Unfortunately, it’s about 40 minutes. Why?”

“You have a 40 minute experience ahead of you then. Just remember, it’s hands off here and at your place. Are you ready?” I smirked, knowing he was already excited.

“I was born ready.” Oh, he was such a cocky bastard.

I reached up and unbuttoned my shirt, slowly, looking into his eyes as inch by inch I revealed a little more of the cleavage I had seen him looking at all night. I didn’t open my shirt, simply let it hang there. Once every button was unbuttoned, I slowly trailed my French tip nails up from my belly button to my neck. I gave myself the chills, and I’m sure the goose bumps were visible from where he sat. I reached up and slowly started pinching my nipples. I could feel the blood rush into my cheeks.

“You like?” I asked.

“Yes. Very much,” He said.

The magic revealed

I got up on the back seat of the cab and sat on my knees. The way he looked at me was so intense, I had a hard time concentrating. As I sat up on my knees, I could see the cabbie look in his mirror at me. I waved my finger in the air, signaling for him to look at the road and he did… reluctantly. I released the button on my shorts and slowly unzipped them. Slowly, I began gyrating my hips, moving my shorts lower.

“You have never had a pussy like mine,” I whispered.

“Oh really? Is that true?” he asked.

“I only speak the truth,” I said. “Do you want to know a secret?”

I turned my back to him and looked over my shoulder. I shook and shimmied my shorts over my hips, side to side, back and forth until they were at my knees and he had a delightful view of my heart-shaped ass. I could see him throbbing through his pants. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my panties.

“I have a Maaaagic pussy. IF I were to allow you to sliiide your cock deep inside of me, you would feel me squeezing and pumping you…pulling you in deeper as my tight little pussy molded to your cock, making it a perfect fit.”

With that, I pushed my panties down my hips as I bent at the waist until they joined my shorts at my bended knees. I knew he could see my smooth, shaven pussy. I could feel it was all swollen and surely pinker than usual. Slowly, I stood back up on my knees and looked back over my shoulder at him again. His eyes were glazed over and he was breathing deeply. I tried not to smile… too big.

“Thoughts?” I asked.

Guiding him through

“I really want to pull my cock out for you,” he said.

The cabbie took a turn, and I fell from my knees towards him. I swung my legs out from under me and sat down. I saw the cabbie sneak a peak and with my raised brow, he again looked to the road.

“So… why don’t you?” I asked, as I let my hands move up to my nipples.

His hands went directly to his zipper, and he released what was no less than the perfect cock, glistening with pre-cum and just begging to have my lips around it. But… I couldn’t. I told him no sex, and I was standing by that.

“That looks so hot,” I said, “Now I want you to imagine the best sex of your life.”

He moaned as he began stroking it. When I caught his glance again, I began with more torture.

“Now, Dearest, do not look away from me. Look in my eyes and do not stop stroking that fabulous cock. Got it?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Imagine that amazing cock with its smooth, perfect head slowly pushing into my tight, wet slit. I moan as you enter me and every inch stretches me, making me moan louder. I can feel every ridge, every vein, and I tighten on your cock, wanting to draw you closer, deeper, wanting to join us as one if only for a few minutes.”

His eyes stayed glued to mine as I watched him slowly stroking himself, tightening and releasing his grip as if I were squeezing him myself.

“Once you’re completely in and you’ve waited for me to stop spasming around you, I beg you to fuck me. Now SHOW ME how you’re going to give it to me! I want you in my pussy. Imagine being deep inside me and FUCK this pussy!”

He started stroking harder and faster. I watched his body tighten as a sweat broke out on his brow. I knew I didn’t have much time before the cab ride was over, so I cut to the chase.

“Fuck it baby, yeah… I want you so bad…. fuck me harder… faster… make me cum, baby! I want you, I NEED you! Fuck me!”

He never took his eyes from mine. His cock was huge and ready to blow.

“Cum for me, baby, fill me up with your sticky seed. I need it baby…. please… please cum, fuck me… cum with me!”

I watched as his cock erupted in an explosion of wet, hot, sticky cum. It seemed like an endless fountain streaming out against the back of the cabbie’s seat. His balls tightened, twitched, released. I thought it would never stop. I was so wet from the entire event; I tried not to touch myself. I had to control myself. We had a long night ahead of us. Finally, the massive gunfire of cum subsided, and he slowly squeezed the last bit from the head of his cock. He smiled at me, shaking his head in disbelief.

“There are towels under the seat! USE THEM!” yelled the cabbie.

As requested

I giggled and reached for one, cleaning up as he tucked his cock back in his pants. I pulled my panties and shorts back up and buttoned my shirt just in time to arrive at his house. I must have worn him out because he was a complete gentleman the rest of the night. He let me borrow a t-shirt and some boxers so we could lie around and watch movies. Not once did he cross the line, though I could tell by the look in his eye that he really wanted to. I slept next to him that night, in his bed cuddled in his arms and woke in the morning well rested.

I am still pretty surprised he tried nothing after the cab ride, but I made the rule and I believe I took care of him pretty well in the cab. I have the rest of the month before I return home. I’m interested to see if he’ll want to meet again for one drink.