Thursday Night's Events

I showed up at the bar in a short khaki skirt and a little pink lace top. I saw him take this in when he opened the door for me. So far so good.

The usual routine ensued. Beer for me, football on tv, J chops fruit, gets ice, stocks the bar, etc. We do the whole "What?" dance. He tells me about his roommate's new skank girlfriend and complains about her always using his contact solution, so frequently that he's taken to hiding it in his room. Oddly, I had a dream earlier in the week that J and I were at a bar together and for some reason he decided to take his contacts out while we were at the bar. Then he gave them to me with his contact solution to hold onto for him so he wouldn't lose them. I tell him about the dream, and he agrees that it was weird. Then he says, "I had a really weird dream last night, but it was sexual. Do you want to hear about it?"

I shrug.

"You were in it," he offered.

"Oh, well in that case I definitely want to hear it."

"It's weird because in my dream you had a khaki skirt on too. Hmm." He pointedly looks at my skirt. "Anyway, you came in the bar and you were acting all cocky for some reason. And I was like, 'The fuck's wrong with you?' And you wouldn't stop. So then all of a sudden you pull your skirt up and you're wearing this little strap on. And I mean little like this: (estimates about 4 inches with his fingers). And I started laughing at you like 'What do you think you're going to do with that little thing?' You know?"

I laugh because it's the exact same reaction he would have had were it for real and not just a dream.

"So then you're like 'I'm gonna fuck you with it.' And you did! You bent me over the pool table. You called me your whore."

"HAHAHA! I did?" I think this is great, but also hilarious because I just can't picture that happening in real life.

"Yeah, you did. I remember you calling me your whore."

"That's hot."

"No it isn't. It's just weird," he concludes. "But then when I woke up I remembered that I'm still supposed to fuck you in the ass (this is in reference to some deal we made while we were on vacation together a while ago) and then I had to jerk off."

"Really? That's hot too." He knows I love it when he tells me he was thinking about me and jerking off.

The whole time he's talking he keeps glancing at my skirt. I kept shifting around on the barstool hoping he'd catch a glimpse of my cute pink panties.

J excused himself to use the bathroom and I turned back to the football game. When he came back out he yelled to me, "Hey did you see they stained the doors?" The owner had put up new doors for the bathrooms a while back and they had stayed bare wood for months. I walked back to where he was standing to check out their handiwork. After admiring the door for a bit, J suddenly reached down and pulled the edge of my skirt up to my waist. He looked at me for a second and then grinned and said "Just checking." I laughed and wrapped my arm around his waist to hug him, but before I could get any closer he ran his hand down my stomach and then trailed his finger along the edge of my panties. I leaned forward to bury my head in his shoulder and kissed his neck. He had wrapped his other arm around me now and was cupping my ass in his hand, holding me against him. His fingers moved from the edge of my panties to my clit which he pushed down on with his thumb. I shuddered and leaned hard against him, clutching at his shoulder now as he began massaging my clit through my panties. His breath was hot against my cheek and I could feel him growing hard against my leg. He was getting me so worked up, working his fingers in tiny circles. I could feel myself getting close and I reached down and plunged two fingers into my pussy, finger fucking myself while he sped up his own pace. When I came I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming so the owner (who lives upstairs) wouldn't hear. J's arm wrapped around me holding me against him is all that kept me from falling to the floor. Knees still shaking, I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head in his shoulder while I caught my breath. "I jerked off to you this morning, so I thought I would jerk you off too," he said.

"Well that's sweet of you," I laughed. He held me like that for another minute and then pulled me into the bathroom with him, closing the door behind us.

"You liked hearing about that dream, didn't you?" he teased while he undid his shorts. "You like thinking about fucking my ass and calling me a whore."

"I like to think of it both ways," I told him.

He reached out and pulled me closer to him. "Oh you do, do you? You like to think about me fucking your ass?" He was half growling, half whispering this to me, his mouth against my ear. My hand found his cock and I began stroking him slowly.

"Yes," I said, "and I think you need to come over again, and very soon."* I pushed the edge of my panties out of the way and started rubbing his dick against my pussy lips, soaking him with my juices. He kept talking to me while I rubbed him against me.

"I'm going to show up one morning and wake you up. You're going to be on your knees and getting 10 inches in your ass. I am going to pound the fuck out of you, just like you were pounding my ass on the pool table. You're going to be my whore just like I was your whore in that dream. And I don't want to hear any 'ow's either. Your ass is going to be so sore you won't be able to go back to sleep. And you're going to love it. When I'm through with you you'll be begging me to cum in your ass."

Just when I started to think I couldn't take any more of his talk, he pushed me away from him and spun me around to face the sink. When he pushed my skirt up to my waist and yanked my poor soaking wet panties to my knees he said, "I have to warn you, I'm so turned on I'm going to be really quick." True to his word, after 5 or 6 good hard thrusts he pulled out and covered my ass in hot cum.

I've spent every morning since then laying in bed an extra few minutes hoping to hear a knock at the door.

* A couple of weeks ago, J showed up at my door unannounced at 6:30 in the morning. I had sent him a text that night to tell him I'd written a piece of fiction about him (this one ) and he'd called back when he got home and had me read it to him. He told me he was going to bed and hung up, and the next thing I knew he was standing on my front porch. Sorry I didn't relay the details to you all, but this one is for me. :-)