Snippets of an affair ~ First Fuck

[zahraowens]

Title: Snippets of an affair (2/?) ~ First Fuck Author: zahra_owens Beta: iona_lewis Pairing: I'm sure you can all use your imagination... Rating: Definitely NC-17 Word Count: 1853 Warnings: Guys cheating on their boyfriends. Disclaimer: Persons and events described here may, on the surface, seem familiar, but I don't have a clue what I'm talking about.

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The pub is crowded and to my surprise, we're not the only ones wearing suits. Some of the other male guests from the wedding seemed to have escaped the stuffy reception as well and they're now downing lagers at the bar. You confidently navigate passed the crowds towards the back. There's one more table in a corner, but you wait near the corridor.

"Going to the loo. Care to join me?" you shout, but I barely hear you over the noise of a group breaking into song and I'm nearest to you.

I know you're not inviting me to a pissing contest and I hesitate. You cock your head and smile regretfully as you walk towards the toilets anyway. I know how this will end. I've had enough champagne to contemplate following you, even though I'm well aware of the consequences. In spite of the fact I'm not getting along with my lover right now, I'm not cruising for anyone to sleep around with behind his back. You're hard to resist though and now I've felt your body under my fingers, I know I'll fantasize about you if I don't do something about it. Before my decision is consciously made I've walked the two steps towards the men's room and I'm pushing open the door. You're not surprised to see me and smile as you zip up and walk towards the basin to wash your hands.

My body reacts as if I have no control over it and I find myself moving to stand behind you, pushing my body against your long back and shapely arse, wrapping my arms around your lithe frame. You push back, grinding against my hardness as you right yourself and turn slightly so you can look at us in the big mirror. "Fuck, I'd love to fuck you in front of this. I bet you look amazing when you come."

I swallow hard and kiss you on the neck in an attempt to hide that you're making me blush, both with embarrassment and with arousal. "Who says you'll be the one doing the fucking?" I murmur in between kisses, too shy to look at our reflexion.

"You'll have to do better than that to persuade me I was wrong about you," you say confidently and in that moment I know you're right. I will let you fuck me, any way you like, because I'm so aroused I'll probably come as soon as you touch me anyway.

Then you turn around and kiss me and it feels even better than before. We're hungry for each other now, our tongues fighting for dominance, our hands all over each other, groping under clothes we don't bother to take off. Slowly you push me inside a cubicle and I vaguely hear the latch close. It's darker here than in the area in front of the mirror and I don't bother to check whether it's because the light bulb overhead isn't working or whether the light is simply off. I'd much rather continue kissing you and running my hands over every inch of skin I manage to uncover. You're breathing heavily as you unzip your grey suit trousers, wordlessly giving me access as you lean back against the wall so they don't drop to the floor. When I hesitate, you lead my hand inside and I feel your arousal. As I grip it, you moan and reflexively push against my hand, increasing the friction. I in turn rub my groin against your hip as I move my kisses to your jaw and then your neck.

"Like your hand," you mumble appreciatively. "Not too smooth," you add, moving your hand down from my back so you can insert it into my pants and cup my arse. "I have supplies in my inside pocket."

Your voice sounds seductive, but also determined enough to tell me that you won't take no for an answer. Not that the thought of denying you the pleasure is still on my mind. I'm so turned on I want you inside me at any cost and in fact it's the only thing that's preventing me from coming right here, barely touched, only stimulated by wet, swollen lips on mine, a hand on my arse pushing me closer and a finger rubbing my entrance. The thick, heavy cock in my hand is just a bonus. You're not huge - luckily - but you have nothing to be ashamed of and I reluctantly let go and step back to allow you to roll on the condom and lube up.

"Turn around," you rasp. You sound horny and eager, not ready to waste words on niceties but the fact you're biting your lip waiting for me to comply, makes you seem younger than you are.

I smiled and turn around as I unbutton my pants, but I have a hard time keeping my eyes off your slender body. As your shirt parts I get a hint of a six pack, bisected by a treasure trail leading to dark curly pubic hair, which crowns the erection you're lubing up. I spread my legs a little, just enough to give you access and to prevent my pants from slipping down further than they need to and then you pull them down. I feel your hand softly caressing the dark cotton briefs I'm wearing and I rest my forehead against the cool cubicle wall. I expect you to pull down my underwear as well, but you insert your fingers underneath one of the leg holes and pull it aside, stretching the fabric. I don't have the time to react, because I feel the coolness of the lube between my arse cheeks as the head of your erection rubs over my opening.

"Fuck, yeah," I manage to utter as you slowly breach me.

"You okay?"

"Fuck yeah," I repeat, this time sounding a little more strained. I'm unprepared, but certainly randy enough to take it and you lubed up well, so all I need for you is to not rush things and you seem to know this. It feels amazing to be slowly filled, to experience your power of restraint, while I know from experience that all you want to do is shove it inside me and fuck me senseless. My hands against the wall clasp for something to grab hold off, but I fail so I reach behind me with one hand, hoping to both convey my eagerness for you to continue and give me some semblance of control over your actions.

You groan against my neck as you've pushed in as far as you can go. You fit perfectly against my back and I feel your hand snake around my side only to rub down my stomach and into the front of my trousers, where you dip under the elastic of my briefs and envelope my hard erection. Your hand is warm and your touch confident.

"Move," I whisper, although my body is crying out for the added stimulation.

After a few slow thrusts you pick up the pace, pulling back slowly only to thrust inside me fast, pushing me into your fist. I brace myself against the wall and widen my stance slightly and it feels so good my head is swimming. We're both sweating in the small cubicle still fully clothed and I feel I'm spiralling out of control.

Suddenly you stop and I whimper. I was so close to coming that one, maybe two thrusts, would have sent me over. It isn't until I hear a low male voice ask, "Everything okay in there?" that I realise you stopped because someone entered the restrooms.

You move your hand from my chest to my mouth and we stand there listening to the guy pee. Finally you answer, "Ehm, yeah sure... just got caught... in my zipper."

"That freakin' urts," the guy answers. I hear him zip up and walk towards our cubicle. "Hope you can fix it." With that statement I hear him walk out without washing his hands.

I exhale and realise I've been holding my breath all this time. "I thought he was going to look underneath the door and see two pairs of feet."

You push inside me twice before answering. "We would have been caught in the act I suppose."

To my considerable surprise I find it turns me on. The idea that we could have been caught shagging in a toilet stall plays with my mind and makes the heat rise between us as you up the tempo. I try not to make a noise, but I can't and I hear myself moaning with every thrust, every accurate brush over my sweet spot. I start pushing back, meeting you half way and you respond by groaning something incomprehensible in my ear. It doesn't sound like you want me to stop though and just when I think I'm going to come, you start fisting me rapidly and your accuracy wavers. "Fucking coming! you shout, letting go of any inhibitions you might have. Your once skillful movements waver, but I'm so desperate to come that I let go of the wall and add my hand to give myself the final touch that sends me to heaven. Electricity shoots through me and I convulsively thrust into our joined fist, feeling the rush of my orgasm flood my senses.

When I open my eyes, we're both still panting. You cling to me as if I'm the only thing keeping you upright and I feel your weight against me as my feet barely keep me from slumping down. Eventually you pull out of me, discarding your condom into the toilet and I pull my trousers up.

"Impressive," you say, looking at the wall we were leaning against just moments ago. The evidence of what just transpired is literally written on the wall and I take a wad of toilet paper to clean it up, while you straighten your clothes.

"Listen, I need to go," you say, turning shy on me all of a sudden.

I don't answer, don't know what to say anyway as I watch you leave. I slump down on lid of the toilet and listen to you quickly wash your hands before you walk out. Then it dawns on me what I've done. I had sex with a stranger in a toilet stall in the back of a pub and I don't even know your name. I feel guilty for screwing around, for letting my frustration take over and for drinking enough to find your suggestion a feasible one. I bang my fist against the wall and hear the empty toilet paper hanger on the other side rattle.

I hope I never see you again.

I hope you never cross my path again, because I know I'll be tempted to relive this experience.

I get up and wash my hands as well, taking the time to gaze in the mirror at the bastard I am. I know I need to go home and I won't be able to tell anyone about the fact that I did something I've always found deplorable.

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