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Archive name: chances.txt (MF, rom, reluc)
Authors name: Denim (Address withheld by request)
Story title : Chances

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Chances (MF, rom, reluc)
by Denim (Address withheld by request)

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A woman takes a chance she can't believe--with amazing 
results...



I entered the darkened room, uncertain as to what to 
expect. I could hear the sound of a low bass beat from 
the apartment above, but other than that there was no 
other noise. I hesitated for a few moments, and turned 
around to exit through the very door I had entered 
through only seconds before. 

"Wait," came the voice through the darkness. "Why are 
you leaving?"

I stopped, and tried to catch my breath before answering. 
"I'm not sure I should have come here at all." I hated 
that my voice sounded so shaky and small. "I told you 
before; I don't usually do things like this."

"But you want to, right?"

I couldn't deny that. My mind traveled back to just two 
nights previous, when I sat at the bar, alone, drinking 
my rum and coke and looking at the dancers on the floor 
as they gyrated to the music. I had subconsciously been 
swaying with the beat of the music, when the same voice 
that was speaking to me now had interrupted my thoughts 
to ask me to dance. I had simply nodded, and without even 
looking to see who had offered the invitation, I had led 
him onto the dance floor. When I got there, I had turned 
around to see whom my partner would be. 

Just as turned, there was a dramatic pause in the music, 
almost as though I had been on a movie set and everything 
was planned just so. I had to admit, I was turned on 
almost the moment I laid eyes upon the man who was soon 
moving to the driving beat of the music. I've always been 
a person who felt more comfortable dancing than anything 
else. I immediately began to match his steps, feeling the 
throbbing bass deep in the center of my womanhood. My 
girlfriends had always made fun of me; they all said I 
could probably orgasm just standing in front of a live 
band. 

The truth was, dancing to me was like having sex in 
public. Moving my hips, sweat trickling down my body, the 
feeling of someone else's hot flesh pressed against mine, 
and all the while that vibration of the bass drum driving 
into the core of my being. 

When the song ended, I took a moment to catch my breath, 
and asked him if he wanted a drink. He followed me to the 
bar, watched me order, and after I took a long drink 
directly from the glass, he looked at me with this 
strangely intense gaze. With his eyes holding mine, he 
took the glass from my finger tips, and slowly licked the 
place where my lips had just been. Without losing my 
gaze, he tipped the glass and drained it. 

I could almost feel his kiss before it happened as he set 
the glass down and leaned toward me. And my God, what a 
kiss. He skipped all of the gentle coaxing and nudging, 
simply dipping his tongue into my helpless mouth with a 
suggestive rhythm. When he pulled away, I had tried to 
look away in my embarrassment, but he rather roughly 
turned my face back towards his.

"This is my address. Be there on Sunday night. Don't 
disappoint me." He pressed a piece of paper into my hand 
and turned to leave.

"But wait, I-"

"You what?"

"I don't do this. I don't pick up guys in bars."

"I know," he said. He leaned forward and nipped my bottom 
lip. "I'll see you Sunday."

And he had left. I sat there until the bar closed, and I 
had wandered around for the next two days, looking at his 
address so many times I had it memorized. I had stood in 
the mirror, trying to see what he had seen, trying to 
rationalize things, trying to tell myself to forget this 
and go on with life, but something in the way this man 
had touched me made me forget anything close to rational 
and get into a cab and go to the address printed on the 
scrap of paper.

*

"What are you thinking about so hard over there?" The 
voice again. I wished that I would quit jumping inside 
every time he spoke.

"Why is it so dark in here?" I turned again and put my 
back against the door. Again I wondered what the hell I 
was doing here.

"I like the dark. Heightens all the other senses. Would 
you like a drink? I have rum. Anything you want, my 
dear." His voice was low and intense; just the sound of 
it dampened my panties.

"I don't know. Why did you invite me here?" 

He chuckled. "Why did you come?" He asked softly. "I 
invited you here because I intend to fuck you."

My breath quickened at his blunt reply. Normally such 
crude language would have sent me reeling in the opposite 
direction, but with everything else I would normally do 
so far from where I was, his choice of words seemed very 
appropriate. Frankly, he was right; why was I here if it 
wasn't to get.fucked?

Suddenly, I felt quite brave. "Where are you?" I asked.

"Right here in front of you. Go ahead, the path is wide 
open." I understood the double meaning of his words. 
"Come on, all you have to do is take a few small steps, 
and you won't be all alone." My body moved forward. Half 
a moment later, my knee grazed what felt like a sofa. 
"Mmmm, there you are. I thought you'd never decide."

"Decide?" I asked.

"Whether to follow your mind, or something considerably 
lower." As he said this, I felt his hand caress my lower 
tummy. My muscles contracted and I gasped softly.

"Who are you?" I whispered. "Why me? Why did you choose 
me?"

"I am a man who wants a woman. Why you? Because you have 
passion dripping from your fingertips. And I chose you 
because you wanted to be chosen." His hand left my 
stomach. "What are you going to do about it?"

Instead of answering, I knelt down extending a shaking 
hand and lowered it until it touched warm flesh. I moaned 
softly as I recognized that I had my hand on his far hip. 
I ran my hand up his side, my fingers rejoicing in the 
feel of his skin. Soon I couldn't help but actively 
caress his body with both of my hands. I could feel my 
heart pounding in my chest; my breathing was so rapid I 
felt dizzy. I let my fingertips graze over his nipples, 
they followed his stomach down to where I could sense his 
erection straining toward me. All at once, I became shy. 
My hands stilled at the first wisps of crisp hair. 

"Something wrong?" I could hear the mocking smile in his 
voice. "That's okay, I'm very proud of you. Would you 
like me to take over now?"

I let out a huge sigh. "Yes, yes please." I tried to be 
disgusted with how much I wanted this man I hardly knew, 
but couldn't. "Please, take me."

"Are you sure you know what you're asking?"

For the first time that night, I didn't hesitate. "Yes, 
take m-"

Before I could finish, he abruptly sat up and literally 
grabbed me by the waist. All at once I was lying on my 
back, his hands were pinning mine to the couch, and his 
mouth was assaulting mine. I nearly cried out in 
pleasure. I felt him run something soft through my hands. 
"Do you mind?" He murmured.

I realized that it was a scarf, I assumed he intended on 
tying my hands with it. I mumbled some sort of positive 
response, and he straddled my body and proceeded to 
gently but firmly bind my hands to something heavy above 
my head. His hands trailed down my arms and rested 
lightly on my breasts. I could hardly breathe. His 
fingers softly traced tiny circles around my nipples, 
causing them to become so erect it almost hurt. 

"Please," I whispered.

"Please what?"

I whimpered. "Say it." I bit my lip and whimpered again. 
"Say it, or I'll stop."

"Oh God, please!" I was coming unglued, I wanted him so 
badly. But to hear him speak so forwardly was one thing, 
to say such things myself was something else entirely.

He leaned forward to kiss me, and stopped millimeters 
from my parted lips. "Say. It."

My eyes flew open and I couldn't help myself. I wanted 
this man, I wanted to be naked, and I wanted him to "Fuck 
me! Oh God, please! Fuck me now!"

It was like I had unleashed a pent up beast. My shirt was 
torn from my body in moments, and his beautifully rough 
mouth was sucking my breast so hard that pain was coupled 
with pleasure so intense I thought I would die. His 
fingers dug into my hips, and I could feel his hardness 
pushing against my wet crotch. I pressed against him 
opened my legs to allow better contact. For the first 
time, he moaned out loud. 

He raked his fingers down my sides, and pulled at my 
pants. I lifted my hips, and reveled in how good it felt 
to finally be rid of my clothes. He wrestled with them 
for a moment to completely free me from my wrapping, and 
slowly he crawled back up my body until his face was in 
front of mine. He rubbed his lips against my mouth; every 
time I tried to kiss him, he pulled back, only to return 
and continue his torment. 

He slowly lowered his body until it's wonderful weight 
was pressing me into the plush couch. Then the slow 
rotation of his hips began. In my mind I saw those hips 
on the dance floor of the bar, and I matched his rhythm. 
Instinctively, I raised my hips to allow him to enter me, 
but he pushed them back down. "In time, darling, in 
time," he said.

He trailed kisses down my body, and as he got closer and 
closer to my wet center, my body grew more and more 
tense. I strained against my bindings; I so wanted to 
guide his mouth to where I needed him most. But, he 
needed no guiding. He found the hot, wet nub and slowly 
ran his tongue up its length. Then, slowly and 
deliberately, he sucked it in and out of his warm mouth. 
He flattened his tongue against me, and rubbed it with 
the same rhythm that he had started before. I couldn't 
help it, I opened my thighs as far as I could, allowing 
him free reign over my already vulnerable body. While his 
tongue continued to make love to me, he ran his hands up 
my body to my breasts.

It felt like three people were in the room with me, there 
were so many sensations at once that I felt like I 
couldn't take it all in. He withdrew one hand from my 
breast, and my disappointment quickly faded as I felt his 
fingers caressing my soaked hole. With agonizing 
slowness, he entered me, never stopping his tongue's 
tireless rhythm. He circled my entrance with his finger 
and entered me again, beginning the fucking he had 
promised me.

I could feel my muscles tightening, and I knew I would 
come soon. He sucked my clit even harder, nipping it 
gently and then kissing the tingles of pain away, all the 
while ramming me with three fingers of the hand that 
wasn't tweaking my nipples. "Tell me how you feel, baby," 
he said. 

"Oh, God, I'm gonna come," I moaned. Feeling wanton and 
sexy and like I could do no wrong, I said "I'm gonna come 
all over your fingers. Oh God, you fuck me so well." 

He moaned with my clit still in his hot mouth, and 
increased the intensity of the finger fucking he was 
delivering. It felt like every nerve in my body was 
gathering around his tongue and fingers. I could feel 
little spasms beginning in my stomach, and I nearly 
screamed out in ecstasy as the waves became more intense. 

Then, all at once, the strongest orgasm of my life rocked 
my body. I ripped my hands free and plunged my fingers 
into his hair, pressing him harder against my throbbing 
pussy. I could feel my thighs shaking as wave after wave 
of pleasure washed over me. 

Abruptly, his fingers left me and he rammed his erection 
deep into me, burying it in my quaking hole. I could feel 
myself clamping down on his cock, and I pulled his wet 
mouth to mine so I could taste myself there. I plunged my 
tongue into his mouth again and again, matching his fuck 
rhythm stroke for stroke. He pulled my legs up over his 
shoulders, causing him to plunge even deeper into me, 
much deeper than I thought was possible. Every stroke 
caused a delicious combination of pain and pleasure.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any more amazing, I 
could feel his cock hardening even more as he built 
toward his climax. I could feel my body responding and as 
the waves of my second orgasm began, he threw his head 
back and called out. 

He dropped his forehead to mine and allowed my thighs to 
slide down his arms to rest beside his. We were both 
breathing heavily; the smell of our sex filled the room. 

I looked into his eyes, and saw the same intense look he 
had given me before. Unsure what to say, exactly, I said 
simply what I was feeling, "Thank you." 

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It's okay to  *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship.  But it isn't
okay to  *HAVE*  unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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