Every Chance
Copyright© 2014 by crocshoc
6. Not Blowing My Chance
Erotic Sex Story: 6. Not Blowing My Chance - Think too much and opportunity is lost - and I had always regretted what didn't happen. I was determined not to make that mistake again: if I saw even a hint in your eyes, I'll make a move - take every chance.
Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual 2nd POV
I was at the same pub, propped up on the bar, looking around for a friendly face – and not finding one. A cryptic message from Elle brought me here, but she wasn't. My memories of Kay's surprise visit from a week ago were still vivid in my mind, still vivid in my underwear. After our initial frantic tumble, we had relaxed into conversation: it didn't seem strange that her dress remained bunched up above her waist, her sex glistening with moisture – I wasn't sure why we hadn't gone further, particularly as my erection raged the whole time, and for several hours after she had left until I could give myself relief in dark solitude.
"Hello stranger," said a lilting voice I didn't recognise. I turned to see raven hair run through elegant fingers, revealing dark eyes and a cheeky smile. She wouldn't be called beautiful in a classical sense – yet her sensuality shouted from her body, from her constantly moving hands, over her ever curving body, down to her bright red heels that raised her taller than me.
"Hey, up here!" she scolded playfully, lifting my face up from her slopes to feel the warmth of her breath on my cheeks. "Emma. I'm a friend of Elle's. Hopefully, becoming a friend of yours,"
"Hi ... Emma..." I stuttered.
"Call me Em. You look like you need another drink," and a few seconds after the smallest flick of a wrist, she presented me with a glass of something with bubbles. "Here's to us – and a wonderful night!"
She clinked our glasses and emptied her glass into her throat: I couldn't help but look at her lips, her chin, her neck, all the way down to her...
"Hey, up here – again!" she repeated, still playfully, "She said you got distracted."
"Elle was supposed to..." I started, but she just grinned broadly and shook her head.
"Elle asked you to meet at the pub, but only so you could meet me,"
She said the word "meet" like it was in quotes – I had an inkling of where this was going.
"Elle told me about the last time you two were here," she was melodic and breathy – and insanely arousing: what was she doing to me? "She also told me about the last time you two got out of here..."
Her hands now free of a drink, they draped themselves over my shoulders, pulling me closer to her so that her mouth was almost upon my ear.
"She said you had a wonderful tongue," she whispered coarsely, "and that I should try you for myself,"
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