IT STARTED AT THE BAR
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by Mae East and Rajah Dodger

written on Adult Contacts BBS, (916) 338-4909

**********************  Mae East  **************************

     What follows is the first installment of a joint fantasy to
be written by Rajah Dodger and me. I say "joint", but it will
really be consecutive. One of us will write a part independently,
then the other will continue the story. We haven't collaborated
on what we will be saying; we will be as surprised as the rest of
you. But that's part of the fun. I hope it turns out well.

********************* Rajah Dodger *************************

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**********************  Mae East  **************************

     As I stalk into the hotel bar, I am totally wired.  It has
been a rotten day.  I got completely lost trying to find this
place.  I've gone from roaring down the freeway to crawling
around the parking lot looking for a space, but it was all
useless.  I missed my evening meeting, and now I have HAD IT!  I
climb onto a bar stool and say to the bartender (a little louder
than necessary), "I want the biggest, most fattening drink you've
got!  I want alcohol and calories! I have had it with the diet!"
He laughs and goes to whip something up.  "I have also had it
with the suit," I say, taking off my gray flannel jacket and
draping it over another stool.  "And with the shoes," so I kick
off my black high heels under my chair.  "And with this blouse
buttoned up to my throat!"  I take off the brooch I'm wearing at
my collar and unbutton the first three buttons of my white silk
blouse.  "I need to RELAX!"

     "I guess you do!" you say. I turn and see you sitting a
couple of stools away, smiling at me.  It's a nice smile, I
think, amused but not laughing at me.  I smile back.

********************* Rajah Dodger *************************

   I come into the bar to kill some time before dinner.  There's
no poker game tonight because most of the training class is going
out on the town, and I don't see any reason to go up to the room
and watch Dan Rather.  A few other people seem to have the same
idea - there are some couples in the booths along the wall, and a
couple of the tables are occupied.  I get a stool about halfway
down the bar and order a gin and tonic, then settle in for a
spell when in you walk - no, you slouch, carrying your body like
you were loaded down with a piano.  I note the well-tailored
business suit even as you kick off your shoes and let everyone in
the bar know how much you need to relax.

   "I guess you do," I agree, and I am happy to see an answering
smile on your face.  You never know, some people don't take
kindly to strangers, but you obviously had a hard day and I'm
told I look like the friendly sort.  I like your face, too -
freckles almost hidden by the makeup (and not hidden where you
opened the top of your blouse), green eyes looking wearily back
at me.  "I just got out of a training session - how did you wind
up here?"

   You explain about the missed meeting, and we commiserate about
life and its injustices.  Somewhere along the way, I flag the
bartender and she refills both of our drinks as I move onto the
bar stool next to you. "You know, you ought to have something in
your stomach to handle those drinks," I suggest. You seem to
freeze up, and when you respond your tone of voice has the edge
in it I heard when you walked into the room. "Oh, and would you
just happen to have some place in mind?"  "Not really," I respond
calmly, "I'm not all that familiar with this town anyway - I've
been eating in the hotel.  But I've done my share of that joy
juice" -- nodding in the direction of your second drained glass
-- "and I would be adjourning for something more solid right
now."

   You look at me quizzically, then shake your head as if coming
to a decision.  "I know a place - let's check it out."

**********************  Mae East  **************************

     "How about the Italian place next door?" I say. "I don't
feel like walking very far, and I know I shouldn't drive."
"That's fine with me," you say.  "Would you hand me my shoes,
please?"  I cross my legs to put on each shoe, well aware that
you are checking them out.  As I get off the bar stool, I fall
against you, not entirely accidentally.  "Sorry," I start to say,
but you interrupt, "I didn't mind a bit.  Maybe I'd better take
your arm.  You seem a little wobbly."  "Right. Thanks."

    At the Italian restaurant we slide into a dark booth next to
one another. "What are you in the mood for?" you ask. "Pasta, the
food of love!"  I reply. "I've never heard it called that
before," you laugh. "Sure!" I say. "Italians are very romantic --
and sexy -- aren't they, and Italians eat a lot of pasta, right?
Besides, a good meal of pasta in cream sauce makes me feel all
dreamy and relaxed."  "Whatever you want," you say, "I just hope
you don't relax yourself to sleep right here."  "Not a chance,
buster," I say.  "The name's Roger," you say.  "What's yours?"
"Oh, it's May," I reply.  "I just realized I've gone to dinner
with someone without even knowing his name."  "Come on," you say,
"I'm sure that isn't the most daring thing you've ever done.  Not
with a face and body like yours."  For a minute I think I ought
to be insulted, but decide that you're too likeable.  "You're
right," I laugh, and launch into a story about my college days.

     After a delicious dinner, we walk back to the hotel,
uncertain about what to do next, but not really wanting to part.
We stop at the door of the bar. "Would you like another drink?"
you ask.  "Well, I don't really need one," I reply, "but listen,
there's a band playing in the bar.  I'd like to dance." "Great!"
you say, and we make our way to the dance floor. There we melt
into each other's arms, pressing our bodies tightly together.
With each number we seem to get closer, until you are cupping
your hands around my ass, and I am pushing my pelvis into yours.
At the end of the set we kiss, standing on the dance floor until
the lights come up.

********************* Rajah Dodger *************************

     Our tongues dance to their own music as we realize the band
has quit playing.  Your body is sending messages to mine, and I
am sure you can feel my reactions below the waist from the last
close dance.  The band is taking its break, so I take the
initiative, looking into your smoky eyes as I suggest, "Might we
continue this dance elsewhere?"  "Upstairs, perhaps," you reply,
"you are staying here, aren't you, Roger?"  I press my finger
briefly across your lips.  "Answering a question with another
question is a habit I've learned to break - your answer is yes."
"Well, then," as a grin crosses your face, "so is yours."

     We leave the bar, arms draped around each other loosely, and
get into the elevator to my floor.  As the door closes, I move
behind you and wrap one arm around you, the other hand at your
shoulder.  Nuzzling my face into the back of your neck, I say
"May, that's a wonderful apple scent in your hair."  You giggle,
"You know, Roger, that's probably the first time anybody's ever
commented on how my hair smelled!"

     When the elevator door opens, I lead you by the hand to my
room. I turn on the entrance light, then cross to the TV set to
turn the radio on to the dance music station.  "I'll be right
back -  I need to refill the ice bucket. Would you prefer Coke,
Diet Coke, or Sprite?"

**********************  Mae East  **************************

     "What I want is for you to bring your body over here," I
say, sitting down on the bed. "So who needs drinks?" you say,
joining me.  "I've wanted to finish unbuttoning your blouse ever
since I saw you start it in the bar," you say, opening my blouse
to reveal my ample breasts in a pink lace bra.  "Ah, the real
woman under the dress-for-success suit," you laugh. You slide the
blouse off my shoulders and arms, and reach behind me to unhook
the bra.  As soon as my breasts are free, you take one in each
hand, bringing your mouth to one to suck the pink nipple.
"Mmmmmm, that's good," I say, "VERY relaxing." "It's having the
opposite effect on me," you say. I reach over and unzip your
pants, freeing your erect cock.  "I've been wanting to do this
since our last dance," I say, sliding to my knees beside the bed.
Running my tongue around the head of your cock, I savor the
velvety texture.  Then I suck the shaft into my mouth, over and
over again.  "Ohhhhh, that's great!" you moan.  "But I don't want
to come yet. Let's get rid of the rest of these clothes, okay?"

     I stand up and take off my skirt, followed by my shoes,
pantyhose and pink lace panties.  "What an ass!" you say.  "It's
as great as your tits. I like a well-balanced woman."  "You're
not so bad yourself," I say, assessing your naked body.  "I like
a nice round ass on a man, not to mention those great shoulders,
and of course the main event, which I just had in my mouth."
"Enough of this mutual admiration society," you say. "Let's get
into bed." And in we jump.

********************* Rajah Dodger *************************

     We kiss, hard and hungry.  Your hands clutch greedily at my
ass, your nipples high and hot against my chest, the head of my
cock rubbing against your pubic bone.  My own hands are no less
active, as I draw lines with my finger nails from your shoulders
down your spine to your resilient cheeks. You wriggle from side
to side, drawing gasps from both of us.

     "My engine's overheating," I say, pulling slightly away and
rolling you onto your back.  "And besides, I gave you a free
sample, so I ought to get one in return."  As I bend down to suck
each nipple, teasing the little buttons into hardness again
before moving lower, you respond, "Do you need a guided tour?"
You shriek, then giggle as I suddenly swirl my tongue in your
belly button.  "No, I think I can find my way around." "I'll bet
you can," you murmur, running your fingers through my hair as I
move my nose into position, taking a deep breath of your most
personal essence then using my thumbs to open your labia.
Quickly I lap the dew from bottom to top,drawing a responsive
shiver from you.  "Mmmm, I just love your sauce," I say, "what do
you have cooking down here?"

     Without waiting for your reply, I do my own investigation,
drawing each lovely lip between my own, moving my tongue across
the delicious flesh, savoring the tartness.  Your breath is
coming in shorter gasps now, and I take the cue to follow the
trail to the top of the mountain. As I settle in for a prolonged,
wet, sucking kiss, my tongue-tip teasing your budding clitoris,
you let out a low moan and clutch my head tightly.

**********************  Mae East  **************************

     "Oh, Roger, that was wonderful," I sigh.  "Now I want you
inside me." "Glad to oblige, ma'am," you laugh, as you slide up
my body.  I gasp as I feel your cock enter me for the first time.
My cunt muscles clutch its strong, hard length.  We fuck slowly
at first, kissing and hugging at the same time. When you sense
that I'm ready to go into high gear, you stop and pull my legs up
to your shoulders, then begin faster, deeper strokes. I become so
excited that I toss my head from side to side and cry out and
come.  "Stop, stop, I have to rest a minute," I pant.  You
withdraw and lie down beside me.  "Am I too much for you?" you
ask with a grin.  "I didn't say that,"  I protest.  "I just need
to stop after coming, because I get too sensitive.  Especially
after a come like that one."

********************* Rajah Dodger *************************

     You look down, a pleased smile playing on your moist lips.
"Why, Roger, you're still standing!  Let me do something about
that."  I lay back and you straddle my chest, sliding your hips
back toward my head as you lie down, casting a hot breath over my
pulsing flesh.  As you take me into your mouth, I close my eyes
and squeeze your lower back and ass, surrendering to the
feelings.  "Oh, May, just keep that up!"

     "Gee, and I thought the idea was to bring it down?"  With
that, you swirl your tongue, drawing a gasp from me.  You cup my
balls with one hand, while the other probes lower down.  I open
my legs in reflex, giving you better access while I start moving
my hips in counterpoint to your head.  "Oh, oh, oh May, don't
stop," I plead as I finally lose all control, jerking joyously
into your mouth, burying my sounds of delight between your legs.

     You look over your shoulder as I relax, and comment "You
have good hands, lover -- I hope those prints on my ass will come
out." But you temper the remark with a chuckle and turn around so
we can embrace for a soft, liquid, post-orgasmic kiss.

**********************  Mae East  **************************

     We turn off the lights and snuggle up together, and soon I
hear you breathing in the soft, deep rhythm of sleep.  Before I
fall asleep too, I think about the pleasures in store for me in
the morning.  Or maybe even sooner -- I wouldn't put it past you
to wake me up in the middle of the night for more fucking!  And
after tomorrow morning, well, who knows? I don't have a crystal
ball.  I just know that we had a fabulous time tonight.  And am I
ever RELAXED! Zzzzzzzzz...

///// The End.