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We tried to get together every month or so for either lunch or happy hour and tonight we met up for happy hour at this particularly comfortable bar ? great food, good drinks and the bar usually wasn't overly noisy so it was easy to talk.

I'd flirted outrageously with this tall, funny, incredibly gorgeous man for months and he'd flirted back, but I hadn't been able to get a good feel for whether he'd let me push it to a physical thing. And I really wanted him between my sheets. We'd met through work and normally I wouldn't hit on someone I work with, but we don't really work "together". We'd had business lunches a couple of times then broke that personal, "after-hours" barrier by doing happy hours.

"Ok," he started, "what planet have you traveled to?!" as he reached out and touched my arm.

"Sorry." I said as his voice and touch snapped me back to the present and the noises of happy hour.

"Am I boring you this evening?"

"No, not at all." I said, "I was just...thinking." His eyebrow went up, he looked at me with a wry, half smile.

"Thinking? Thinking about what?" he asked.

"I was thinking of asking if you were going to eat that last mushroom. Yeah, that's it!" I said, then started again, "oh, I'm sure you're not interested in what I was really thinking." I said with a smile.

"You never know ? I could be thinking the same things." He replied.

"You're thinking I can have that last mushroom then?" I asked as I forked it and brought it over to my plate and began to eat it.

"It'll cost if you want it." He joked.

"The mushroom? Or you?" I said, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I became much bolder than I'd been with him before.

"What do you think?" he asked, his eyebrow arched.

"Are you flirting with me kind sir?"

"No, not at all." He said and then paused. "Of course I am - you're funny, you tell great stories, your laugh is wonderful, you've a wicked sense of humor, you're downright nasty sometimes, and being around you makes me feel good." He explained.

"I bet I could make you feel good." I said in a low, throaty voice.

"I don't doubt that for a moment." he said, glancing at his watch. "Are you ready to go?"

"Oh, crap, we did it again, it's late." I said as I looked at my watch, grabbed my bag and got up to leave, pulling on my sweater.

He held the door open for me as we went out into the brisk night air. It was a beautiful clear night at the beginning of spring with just a touch of winter left in the air, the stars brightly shining and twinkling.

"My car's around back. What about yours?" I asked, watching my breath come out in clouds, pulling my sweater tighter around me.

"Next to yours actually ? allow me to escort you to your car." He said.

"Why, thank you sir." I replied with a small curtsy.

We turned into a long, dark alley to get around to the back of the building where the cars were parked. There was a faint light in the alleyway coming from the parking lot lights. This would be one of those places I wouldn't be in if I were alone. Something about an alley that's dark, mysterious, with just a touch of danger has always intrigued me and I could feel that now, along with the sexual charge from being around this man. I felt my mind reeling with the thought of wanting to stop, push him against the wall and ravish him. The street was cobblestone and difficult to maneuver in my heels. He took my hand to help me balance as we walked along.

"Oh shit," I said as we reached the halfway point in the alley. "My heel's stuck between two stones." I laughed and laughed as I tried to pull myself free, succeeding only in pulling my foot out of the shoe and onto the cold stones.

"See what I mean ? you're too funny. Most women I know would be cussing up a storm if they were stuck - not laughing their asses off." He said.

"Well then don't just stand there laughing with me ? help me get my shoe back!" I said as I knelt down to pull on my shoe, however, unsuccessfully.

He squatted down and pulled on my shoe several times with no luck. He gave it one final pull and out it came ? and back he fell onto the stones flat on his butt.

"Oh shit," I said as I began to laugh even harder.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh while you're sitting there on the ground, should I?" as I continued to laugh.

"No, you shouldn't." He began laughing as well.

He looked up at me, handing me my once stuck shoe. I gratefully accepted it and put it onto my now cold stocking foot. I grabbed his hands to help pull him up, although I'm sure he didn't need the help I just wanted to touch him again. He grasped both my hands firmly as he pulled himself up from the street. But he didn't let go when he was finally standing and neither did I.

Then he looked at me in a way I'd not seen before, pushed me back the few steps against the cold damp wall, next to a group of boxes stacked high and wide, the view of us blocked from the street, bingöl escort but not from the parking lot. He kept my hands in his, brought them to my side, pinned me against the wall, his body pressed into mine, my back pressed into the wall. He leaned down to me, his lips touching mine softly at first, then more urgently, our tongues tasting one another, gently exploring the other's mouth. As the kiss ended, I felt as though I was going to fall to the ground, my knees weak; my skin on fire.

"Wow." I said, breathlessly. "You have no idea how long I've wanted that."

"I bet I do - I've wanted it for a very long time, too." He said.

He let go of my hands, took my face in his hands and kissed me again. As we continued to kiss I ran my hands up his arms and onto his shoulders, around his neck, caressing the tender nape of his neck under his collar, my fingers softly touching the skin, throaty sounds coming from him telling me he was enjoying this. He stopped briefly, only to begin again on my neck, just under my ear, with gentle kisses down the side of my neck onto my collarbone, his tongue caressing the hollow in my neck. He pulled back slightly, my face still in his hands, his thumbs tracing the outline of my lips, my tongue peeking out, tasting his thumbs and wetting my lips at the same time. He looked at me again, the light in the alleyway catching his eyes, making them sparkle, a mischievous smile on his lips. He brought his lips back to mine again, softly, sensuously, one hand on my back, the other entwined in my hair.

As we kissed, I could feel him against me, his cock growing hard. I reached to touch him, to caress him lightly, the fabric of his pants restraining his growing cock. He gave another of those low, throaty moans that lets you know you're doing all the right things. I slowly, gently, opened his belt, unzipped his pants and brought out his beautiful, hard cock. I stopped our kiss and turned him so that his back was against the wall. I looked up into his eyes, brought my hand to my mouth, licked the palm, grasped him firmly, and slowly slid his cock in and out of my hand as I watched the pleasure slide across his face. He leaned down again to kiss me, a slow, tender kiss. After a few minutes, I backed away slightly and knelt in front of him, my knees tender to the hard street below, all but my shoes hidden by the boxes.

I took the very tip of his swollen cock into my mouth, my lips wrapped around the head, my tongue gently flicking the tender underside of his cock, the shaft firmly held in my hand. Ever so slowly, I took the rest of his cock into my mouth, wrapped my tongue around him like a snake wraps around a tree branch, taking more and more of him into my mouth until my nose was buried in his hair and the head of his cock touched the back of my throat.

I took my time with this and hoped it would drive him crazy. I sucked him into my mouth again and again. At first very slow and deliberate; when I heard him get into a rhythm of moaning, I sped up, just a bit. Soon he was moaning loudly enough where, if there was anyone around, they would surely have heard him. I lightly massaged his balls as I sucked on his cock and the longer I did this, the louder he moaned. Soon, his hands grasped my head, his fingers in my hair. I suspected he was about to cum, so I backed away, holding just the head of his cock in my mouth, being very still. As his hands relaxed I began again, a little faster. I pushed him and backed off of him several more times until finally, I wanted to push him over the edge. He screamed as he came, his fingers grasping and pulling my hair, shooting his hot juices into my mouth. I swallowed every bit he shot out then sucked his still hard cock gently to be sure I'd gotten it all. He pulled my head away as he'd become too sensitive for even the slightest touch.

"Holy shit, woman." He said as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

"So," I began as I stood up and brought my hand up to lick my fingers, catching all he'd given me, "you enjoyed yourself? Or must I try harder next time to find what you really like?" I said as I chuckled, grinned and put his cock back into his trousers, zipped and buckled.

"You know, payback's a bitch, girl." He said as he took my hand once again and we continued our walk down the alley towards our cars. I could feel the wetness between my legs, the heat in my cheeks and I hoped that payback's really a bitch - I looked forward to his attempts to drive me insane.

When we reached the parking lot, he quickly turned me around and pinned me against my car, my back and legs against the cold steel. His mouth covered mine, his tongue caressed mine as we kissed. His hand under my shirt, onto my breast, his thumb and finger pinched my nipple through the sheer lace of my bra, making it hard; sending shivers through my body. I felt my pussy getting wetter each moment that his hands were on me, each second his lips touched me. His bodrum escort hand slid down from my breast, onto my belly, up under my short skirt, onto my pussy through the wet lace of my thong. I moved my legs apart, felt his fingers slide under the wet lace onto my hot, burning skin. We continued to kiss and I put my arms around his neck, my fingers in his hair. His fingers tugged at my shaved pussy lips, parted them; a fingertip found my swollen clit and rubbed it, his fingers knowing how to make me shudder as if we'd done this many times before.

My breathing got heavier as he rubbed faster, faster, faster until I could no longer kiss him, I could only breathe. Just seconds away from coming, he stopped rubbing my clit, removed his fingers from my incredibly wet pussy, brought them to his mouth, and slowly sucked the wetness from them as one would lick their fingers clean of the butter from popcorn, his eyes focused on me, again sparkling in the streetlights. He reached behind me and pulled open my car door, holding my arm as I he gently pushed me into the car.

"I told you." He started as he leaned in and kissed me as I sat in my seat ? the taste of my wetness on his tongue. "Payback's a bitch. Now go home ? it's late."

"But," I stammered.

"No buts, go home." He said with that half smile of his. "And don't drive too fast ? I don't want to get lost on the way."

It took about 20 minutes to get back to my place and I was concerned that he might change his mind, but as I pulled into a parking space near my apartment, he pulled his Volvo in next to my sassy little blue car.

Out of my car, I went over to his, stood so that he could see me through his windshield, in the shine of his headlights and motioned with my index finger ? come hither - for him to join me. The lights switched off and he got out of the car. He followed me to the alcove of my building, his fingertips under my hair, grazing the back of my neck as we walked along, his touch sending shivers throughout my body.

I unlocked and opened the door, allowed him in first then followed behind and locked the door behind us. He walked into the living room while I kicked off my shoes and stopped in the kitchen.

"Would you like something to drink? I've got a really good cabernet, or a beer, or maybe a 7