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LIVING DANGEROUSLY STRANGER SEX....

10:27 am Friday, 9th November, 2012

I’ve always imagined what it would be like to meet a stranger, not know a thing about him or her, take them home, have one night full of pure ecstasy and than never see them again.

I’ve just never had the courage to do it.

Until last night.

I decided that enough was enough. You only live this one life and I wanted to do everything I had ever imagined I couldn’t! So I put on my sexiest dress: strapless, all black, low cut but not so low cut that I looked like I was trying too hard. I put on some red lipstick, curled my hair so it framed my light pale skin just right, no eye shadow. No blush. No cover up. I think I looked rather stunning.

I slipped on some red heels, grabbed my handbag and was out the door.

I walked about half a mile to the local bar.

As I sipped on a red wine, I eye balled all my potential late night dates. There wasn’t much too look at unfortunately.

I re-analyzed what I wanted. A one night stand, with a unknown stranger. Simple as that. I realized I wasn’t going to find a STRANGER in the local bar! I had to go some where I’d never been before to meet someone I’ve never met before!

I grabbed my clutch and walked down the street until I found a parked cab. Already feeling a little buzzed, I knocked on the car window and asked him if he was working. I think he could smell the alcohol so he told me to hop in. I crawled into the back seat and told him to take me down town and to stop at the first bar he saw.

He glanced at me in the rearview mirror, looking puzzled, as he drove.

We sat in silence for about five minutes. Still looking at me in the rearview mirror, he asked “So, what are you up to tonight? All dressed up, got a party or something?”

I told him no, and I guess I just started rambling on about how much I’ve always wanted to meet up with a stranger, have one night of pure fun and leave it at that.

He looked at me like I was crazy, but I could tell he was intrigued.

He asked me why.

My response was straightforward.

“Why Not?”



He looked at me again before we settled back in to a few minutes of awkward silence.

“You are a very gorgeous young women, any man would be lucky to keep you, and a damn fool to make love to you, then leave” he said, almost in a whisper.

I returned his glance in the mirror, tilting my head with a mischievous smile.

“Yes, well, that may be true, but what I want is just one night full of fun, that’s it.”

When we arrived at a bar he pulled over to the side of the road and let me out.

After I walked inside, I had realized he hadn't ask me to pay!

I ran back out to give him the cash I had in my purse, but he was gone, so I walked back into the bar, still thinking of the cab driver. I sat down at the bar and ordered a margarita, than another and another.

At this point I was drunk, horny and still thinking of the cab driver. I wanted to find someone to take home, or at least to the bathroom. Or a hotel. Something.

I looked around the bar and only saw a few people that really piqued my interest. There was a strikingly beautiful woman in the corner, she wasn’t alone though. There was a man who looked a little mysterious, something I might go for.

Then there was another woman; a plain Jane type, more of an “I’m beautiful without nice clothes and make up” kind of girl.

I mustered up the courage to go over and sit down next to her, brining my drink along of course, and a Dirty Martini for her as well. I wasn’t sure if that was what she was drinking, but thought it couldn’t hurt.

I sat down, not introducing myself because that would break the “Stranger” aspect of my fantasy.

She looked at me, didn’t say anything, picked up the drink I brought over and drank the whole thing.

She smiled. We didn’t talk. Not a word.

We sat there smiling, silently flirting, even sharing a few leg grazes here and there.

It was approaching 2am. The bar would be closing shortly, and I wasn’t sure if my fantasy was going to happen. To my surprise, she grabbed my hand and led me out the door.

We caught the first cab we saw.

As we hopped in, I noticed it was the same driver who dropped me off. I hadn’t thought about him since I met her, but now my mind was going a million miles a minute. Had he waited for me? Was he mad that I didn’t pay? Why was he still on this side of town? As my mind raced, I realized the girl had passed out and was leaning her face up against the window.

“So we meet again” he said quietly with a slight smirk. “How was the rest of your evening?”

I sat there kinda quiet than said “Great, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

I wasn’t sure why I had blurted that out, but I instantly regretted it and felt embarrassed.

This time, instead of looking in the mirror, he turned his head and stared directly at me. I could feel my face turning red as I broke his gaze and looked down towards my feet.

The next thing I knew, the car had stopped and he was outside.

He came to the driver side back seat where the girl had been laying. Picking her up, he carried her to the door of a nearby apartment and knocked. A lady answered, took the girl inside and said a silent thank you to the driver. Apparently he drove her around quite a lot.

Than he came over to my side of the car, opened my door and told me to slide over.

I did as he asked.

He wasted no time. He kissed me, right on my wet, red lips. Gently at first, I guess to see how I would react. I wanted this. I wanted him. All of him. I slowly started to kiss him back. Getting more aggressive with each kiss.



I made the first move. I slowly put my hands down over his cock, just to see what he would do. It was already hardening up, and it felt so good underneath my hands. It took everything inside me to not rip off all my clothes, rip off all his clothes, and straddle him.

He kissed my neck. I kissed his lips.

He put his hands on my back, fishing for the zipper of my dress. When he found it, he unzipped it slowly. It fell down and my breasts where exposed. He sat back slightly to get a better view. He smiled. I smiled back. I wasn’t really sure why he wasn’t already fucking me. He moved closer and kissed me again.

I started unbuttoning his shirt. When his chest was exposed, I slipped his shirt off and pushed him back toward the door. I quickly climbed on top of him and started kissing his chest, his neck, his lips, all the way down to the top of his pants. I could feel his body quivering. I unbuttoned his pants. Unzipped them. Then pulled them off completely. His big cock jumped right up. I could see the outline of it bulging underneath his shorts.

I gently put my mouth up against it. I could feel it pulsing. Making me hornier and hornier.

Then he took the lead. He grabbed my arms, pushed me up against the door, then pulled my legs out from underneath me. I was flat on my back. He pulled my dress all the way off. Then my silky undies.

I wasn’t wearing a bra. I was laying there, completely naked. Pussy swollen from excitement. Ready to have my moment of pure ecstasy.

He came up to my face, kissed me, and then ran his tongue all the way down to my clit. He started licking my juices up. His face was rugged and it turned me on even more. I could feel myself about to reach climax, then he stopped.

He came back up to my face and kissed my neck. I moaned as he slid his throbbing hard cock deep inside me. He was gentle, and went slowly at first. It was the best thing I had ever felt. I had never experienced anything like it before. I could feel every little move he made. He hit me in all the right spots and thrusted until the very last moan.

I orgasmed harder than I ever had before, and didn’t want it to end.

He passionately gripped my hips and ground deeper and deeper inside of me. I could feel his own orgasm getting closer. I leaned close to his ear.

“Come inside of me.”

After he came, he laid on top of me for a few minutes, gasping for every breath he could. He kissed me again. Didn’t say anything.

He got out, started the cab and drove me to the cross street he picked me up at.

Silently, I got out and walked home. Without even looking back at him. As much as I wanted to invite him to my place. And have breakfast with him and lunch and even dinner, I couldn’t.

It wouldn’t have fit into my fantasy.

I never did see him again.



Comments
10:26 pm Friday, 9th November, 2012

ummmm what a fantasy wish it was me in the fantasy

5:20 am Saturday, 10th November, 2012

very erotic story, well done

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