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Encounter
by OneMan (mararch@pacbell.net)

***

An anonymous couple begin exploring each other. (MF, 
rom)

***

It had been a surprisingly lovely evening. Of course 
she'd been nervous, who wouldn't be? Meeting a man, a 
complete stranger from a few conversations on the 
computer? But there was just something about him. About 
them. Together. The way the little sparks seemed to 
shoot off and make tiny dazzling flames at the corners 
of her mind whenever they would say something to each 
other that wasn't expected or prepared for.

And thank God it was so comfortable. She's arrived at 
the Starbucks and thought her knees would give out as 
she walked toward the door. But she recognized him from 
his photo (thank God he actually looked like the 
picture, she thought with relief) and once the 
preliminaries of ordering and finding a cozy outside 
table were out of the way they'd had time to actually 
concentrate on one another.

And the smiles and shy looks, little chuckles and 
gentle verbal sparring had swept away all the tension 
like an irresistible wave cleansing a beach. He was 
real.

By the time they had finished their now tepid coffee 
and looked around hours had passed. My God, she 
thought, where had the time gone?

He glanced at his watch and she felt a stab of 
something akin to panic. No, she snapped within her 
mind, he can't go. Not so soon.

But then her rational sense kicked in and she quickly 
poured all the conflicting thoughts, feelings and 
emotions in a hastily constructed scale within her 
deepest mind. Should she? Did she really want to? 
Should she listen to her body or something else. Damn. 
What the hell, she decided.

The smile she favored him with as she invited him home 
with her for some homemade coffee fooled neither of 
them.

Amazingly, the moment they settled into the sofa, they 
seemed to pick up the conversation exactly where they 
had suspended it, and soon they were laughing and 
teasing one another. Like kittens, she though, without 
the claws and little razor teeth. When at last she 
allowed herself to sink against him, the sigh that 
escaped her was rich and full of amazement. There was 
warmth and tingling and promise in that moment.

She pulled herself upright, leaned to scoop up the cups 
and strolled into the kitchen, leaving him to enjoy the 
sight of her roundness, her allure as she retreated.

When he heard the water running in the sink he rose and 
followed. Stepping into the doorway he saw her standing 
there, her arms buried almost to the elbows in the 
warm, sudsy water, hearing the muted clink of the 
dishes just beneath the surface of the foam as she 
stroked them.

He said something about wished he was one of the 
plates. Had she only meant to tease him when she 
replied that he'd have to climb into the sink for that 
kind of attention? 

The silence allowed her mind to swirl down to where her 
need was lurking, drawing up a small shiver in her sex 
and a flutter in her stomach.

And then he was behind her. Not touching. Merely 
standing, looming behind her.

"Anything I can do to help" he cooed quietly. 

She sighed and couldn't suppress the small shudder that 
rushed through her.

She felt his hands lightly glance her shoulders.

She moaned.

"Oh, you brat" she moaned, letting her head lull 
forward, savoring the sensation of his touch.

"I know" he replied, and his fingertips slid like 
butterflies up her neck, beneath her hair, tickling 
lightly, teasing the sides of throat.

Touch me, damnit, she growled within her mind. Take me. 
Completely.

His hands floated over her, tormenting her, gliding 
across her hair, down her face, pausing to pet her 
lips. She captured one and nipped it softly, sucking 
its tip, urging it to greater efforts.

Then his hands slid slowly, painfully, down her simple 
blouse, awakening her breasts as they flowed like warm 
liquid toward her already erect and throbbing nipples.

She leaned back, allowing her breath to escape her in a 
long, deep sigh, feeling herself touch, then lean 
against him. It was almost as if she were bound, her 
hands still deep within the warm water of the sink, 
unable to respond, capable only of allowing whatever he 
wanted to torture her with of the sensations crying 
throughout her body.

She gasped when his hands floated over her nipples like 
a warm summer breeze, barely gracing them, then glided 
down her stomach, causing it to flutter like the neck 
of a nervous mare under the caress of strong master.

Then she felt his fingers slowly working the buttons, 
just above where her blouse disappeared into her tight 
jeans. When the tips of his fingers slid into the 
secret opening he'd made for them and touched her belly 
button, she gasped.

"Oh" she sighed, wondering if it were possible to cum 
from such a simple touch.

How he teased her. How he tormented. It was as if he 
was drawing the poison of her lust up from her deepest 
depths and spreading it lightly on the surface of her 
own skin.

By the time she felt his fingers flick and the button 
of her jeans pop apart, she though she might cream 
herself then and there. Had she ever been this wet? 
This ready? This consumed with need?

And slowly, delicately, the fingertips began their 
long, silent invasion of her panties, waving slowly 
back and forth, as if memorizing her flesh before 
stealing forward another fragment of space.

By the time his fingertips had invaded to the tip of 
her sex she was lost. Yet still he tormented her, 
lightly stroking all around the lips, painting her own 
wet lust on them as if refusing to provide the relief 
she so craved.

"Damn you" she gasped through short, rasping breaths. 
But he only chuckled deeply into her ear.

"I'm going to taste you" he whispered and the bolt of 
sensation that shot through her made her spasm.

"I'm going to rape your clit with my tongue until you 
sob" he whispered.

She felt the intolerable sensations beginning to 
gather, as if sucked toward that one tiny nub of her 
flesh, hidden in the folds of her sex.

She felt his fingers slowly, firmly, spreading the lips 
of her sex, exposing the throbbing, heated pearl of her 
lust to the moist, dark air that had gathered within 
her jeans.

"I'm going to make you cum and cum and cum..."

One touch. One light, slow stroke over the surface of 
her clit. And she came, sucking in her breath with a 
gasp like sudden death, her body spasming, helpless, 
the fire exploding through her like electricity.

His arms swept around her, drawing her back against 
him, holding her safe and tight and warm as she snapped 
on the whip of her pleasure. At last the blaze 
subsided, easing into a muted throb of half-spent 
contentment and aching as yet not fully satisfied.

"Nice" he cooed into her ear.

They stood that way a long while, as she struggled to 
master her breathing once more.

"Now" he said, his tone quiet but firm and gentle, 
"take off those jeans. I'm thirsty."

Chapter 2

"Why, whatever do you mean" he cooed, a wicked chuckle 
in his voice as he cradled her back against his chest, 
his arms wrapped around her now bare waist.

She gave a whining grunt and jerked her hips back 
against him in a mild rebuke, causing him to laugh and 
lean down to nuzzle the side of her head. 

She could feel her loose jeans slipping down her 
thighs, threatening to tumble and puddle about her 
calves. Some part of her wanted to shake him off, pluck 
up the rebellious garment and fasten it back into 
place. But another part ached and teased her with a 
faint, distant throb that was perhaps part lust and 
perhaps part guilt. After all, she thought idly, he 
hadn't so much as asked for a single touch from her.

"What now" she said, her voice tiny and bearing the 
faintest hint of a quiver.

"Now" he crooned, and she felt his arms begin to 
loosen, the hands sliding, his warm, soft palm settling 
itself onto her stomach and giving her a long, slow 
petting stroke, "we get a bit more comfortable."

She was about to ask what exactly he meant when 
suddenly his hand slid down, brushing firmly over her 
sex, causing her to shudder under the unexpected jolt 
of pleasure that assaulted her. But even as she gasped 
and felt her balance beginning to tip, the hand 
cascaded down her thigh and she felt him pushing her 
forward.

With a sudden spasm she straightened, confused, her 
hands sinking deeper into the warm, sudsy water before 
which she stood.

When she tried to look back over her shoulder she both 
saw and felt him dropping slowly onto one knee behind 
her, his hands hooking into the limp waistband of her 
jeans and starting to maneuver them downward over her 
now bare legs.

"Oh God" she whined, drawing a chuckle from him.

"Well, you can't very well stand around all night with 
your pants down, now can you" he said casually, gently 
helping her raise a foot so that he could slip the 
bunched leg of the garment off it.

He commanded her to lower her foot and she sighed, 
resigning herself. His hand nudged her other calf and 
she raised the leg, allowing the jeans to be slipped 
completely from her body.

"There" he said, a tone of satisfaction in his voice. 
"Much better."

Behind her he rose, carefully unbunching the jeans and 
turning to drape them over one of the chairs at the 
small table behind them.

"What about you" she said, her voice arch.

"Oh, don't you worry about me" he said turning back to 
her. "You just dry your hands off and we'll see what 
else we can find to do."

She huffed a sigh and shook her head.

"No, now, I have to finish these dishes" she said, her 
tone becoming stern.

"Well, in that case" he said, stepping up close beside 
her and reaching for a small towel which lay on the 
counter nearby, "I'll do them. You go get comfortable."

She looked at him, genuine surprise on her face.

"What?"

"I happen to like doing dishes" he continued, gently 
reaching to draw one of her hands from the water and 
dropping the towel into it. "Makes me feel productive."

Before she could comment or protest he was gently 
sidling her away from the sink and sliding his own 
hands into the sudsy water, grasping a plate and 
beginning to scrub it with the small sponge that a 
moment ago was floating on the surface of the liquid.

"Go on" he encouraged. "Get cozy. Relax. Let someone 
else do the work for a change. You deserve a rest."

She stood beside him, stunned, as he began to 
methodically work the dishes through the routine of 
cleaning, rinsing them under the spray of warm water 
from the tap and placing them in the rack beside the 
sink. Almost absently she ran the small towel over her 
arms, feeling the air begin to cool the last of the 
moisture that remained there.

Then, slowly, a wicked smile played at the corners of 
her lips.

"Mind if I watch?" she said, almost too casually.

"If you like" he responded, tossing her a glance and a 
smile before turning his attention back to the task at 
hand.

As if intent on focusing on his activity, she stepped 
close up beside him and gently rested her chin on his 
shoulder, peering over to where he worked the chore at 
his fingertips.

"So" she said casually, her voice almost a drawl in its 
slowness, "Do you do that a lot."

"Do what. The dishes?"

"No" she responded, nudging him playfully with her 
shoulder. "Attack women when they can't defend 
themselves."

He chuckled.

"Not really. Besides, you could have defended yourself 
quite well, if you'd wanted to. But you didn't. I think 
you maybe even liked the idea of feeling just a tiny 
bit helpless."

"Oh, do you" she challenged, though there was a smile 
in her tone.

"Well, I'm hoping you did."

The sincerity in his tone surprised her, causing her to 
freeze momentarily.

"I'm hoping" he went on, "that you enjoyed it very 
much. That it pleased you. Because that would please me 
greatly."

"Oh yeah?" she responded. "Why."

He gave a faint shrug and rinsed another dish.

"I feel pleasure in a lot of ways" he said, 
thoughtfully. "My own, naturally. But also... others. 
Only that's not so much physical as... I don't know... 
spiritual? Emotional? But it's just as real and just as 
intense."

"But you like having attention too, right?"

"Oh yes" he said, his tone warm.

"I see" she responded, slowly sliding her hand down his 
side to his hip. "And what about when you aren't in 
control."

He chuckled.

"Hey now" he chided her gently, "I'm trying to do the 
dishes here."

"Oh, go right ahead. In fact..." she teased, her hand 
sliding down over his hip and slipping over the firm 
bulge at the center of his legs" I don't want you to 
stop until you're all finished. Understand?"

She felt his back stiffen slightly and he cleared his 
throat.

"I beg your pardon?"

She laughed quietly.

"I'll just bet you do" she crooned, sliding her hand 
over the hard mound of flesh that jutted from his 
pants.

"Lady" he said, "are you trying to distract me?"

"What do you think?" she replied, her fingers slipping 
up and beginning to undo his belt.

"I could scream rape, ya know" he said, as she worked 
it free and reached to unsnap the top of his pants.

"Not until I'm actually raping you" she growled as she 
pulled down the zipper, feeling the heat of his hard 
cock springing out and brushing against her hand from 
within the tightly stretched shorts.

"Oh my" he sighed and she smiled to see that his hands, 
now sunk into the water, were no longer moving.

She shoved his pants down, almost roughly and without 
waiting for him to react she slipped a hand beneath the 
waistband of his shorts and encircled his cock with her 
fingers, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Ooooh," she crooned, pressing herself up against his 
side, "nice."

But he did not respond, except to suck in a sharp 
breath as she began to slowly stroke him.

"Now," she said, "what do you want to do, right now. 
This instant."

"Uuhh," he grunted.

"Tell me," she commanded, pausing in her manipulation 
of his hard cock and giving it a tight squeeze. "You 
want to fuck me? Hmm? Do you?"

"Yes," he gasped.

"You want to suck on my clit?"

He nodded, his head leaning up as his eyes slipped 
closed.

"You want to make me cum again?"

He whined under her touch and her words.

"Want me to fuck you? Fuck you long and deep and hard?"

"Oh God" he groaned.

"Want me to rape you? Tie you up and fuck your brains 
out?"

His head tipped forward and she could feel his chest 
beginning to draw in shallow, tight breaths.

"I've never raped a man before" she added, her hand now 
rhythmically stroking him within his shorts. "If I do 
it, I might want to keep doing it."

He leaned forward slightly bracing himself on his hands 
buried somewhere deep in the sudsy water of the sink.

"I might want to make you my little fuck toy" she 
added, feeling his own heat flowing over and into her. 
"You ready for that?"

He managed a tight, sharp nod.

"Good" she crooned, sliding her other hand down over 
his tight backside and teasing it with her fingertips.

"My God" he breathed.

"Now" she said, "what do you want to do right this 
second."

His eyes opened and his head turned to fix on her, his 
eyes burning into hers.

"I want you to cum against my tongue" he said.

A sharp shock of pleasure jolted through her and 
shuddered, feeling her sex tingle, the coolness of her 
moist panties making her feel wicked and sinful.

"Yeah?" she gasped, her hand stroking him rapidly now. 
"Do ya?"

"Yes" he croaked.

"Before or after I rape you half to death" she 
challenged.

"Both" he said, and slowly, surprisingly turned to face 
her, his hand lifting from the soapy water and reaching 
for the towel she had discarded beside the sink.

She giggled as she stepped back, her hand trailed out, 
still encircling his cock as if afraid to let go.

"Uh oh" she teased. "Am I in trouble?"

His grin was entirely wicked and caused her sex to 
flutter with a screaming anticipation.

"Major," he growled, and reached for her.


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