Stood Up Again [MF] XXX stories

Your eyes risk another glance at your watch and your shoulders drop a bit more as you realize another 15 minutes have passed. Following the pattern you’ve already established, checking the time while dialing his number… which once again went straight to voicemail… again. You can’t help it as the fear and mortification simmer, rising like bile in the back of your throat.

You were stood up.

You are fairly certain that a full hour late means he isn’t going to come, though now all you were left with was your almost empty glass and the decision on what to do with this particular revelation. Your eyes shut, the sting of rejection bringing heat to the back of your eyelids, tears threatening to build and spill over. But you would not cry, not here, not tonight, not over this.

Opening your eyes you find my gaze pinned on you, brow furrowed, arms crossed over my chest as I leanagasint the doorway to the kitchen. I seem to be working the bar every time you’ve come in over the last 6 months. Sometimes he would be with you, but more and more often you’d be sitting here waiting for him only to begin this particular dance yet again. Saying he’d meet you after work, then never show, only offering a lame excuse as to why he couldn’t.

There wasn’t much left to do but finish your win, celebrating another night of being alone. Saying a silent cheers to the man who should have been next to you, you pull the glass to your lips, take a healthy gulp as you leaned your head back, feeling the liquid warm you from the inside out. Setting the glass down with a clink you open your eyes and see me in front of you, one leg slightly lifted and perched on the lowest run of the chair next to you.

“A good wine like that should have company. It’s a damn crime to enjoy that alone.” My words were thick like the liquid still warming your body, and low in an almost conspiratory fashion. Hearing me speak made your hardening nipples and dampening sex the focus of your mind, something that seemed to happen each time you heard me speak. Not for the first time you mentally note that something about my voice seemed to turn ordinary words into phone sex banter withouth trying.

“That seems to be my only option tonight,” you say as you lean back in your seat, a resigned look on your face.

I can’t help but let out a sigh, my chest rising and falling, the strength of it peeking out from my white dress shirt. I couldn’t help but notice as your eyes glanced down and roamed the rolled sleeves of my shirt and the way it accentuated my forearms. I didn’t have to know that you’d often fantasized about my arms wrapped around your nude torso to know that you enjoyed looking at them. 

“You deserve more.”

You inhale deeply, the scent of my aftershave mixing with a combination of cinnamon laced with lime. 

“The win will do for tonight I suppose, but thank you. Just kick me out when you’re ready to close and I’ll find my way home.”

My mouth parted, white teeth showing as I took a breath, about to add something… then stopped. Only nodding and walking back behind the bar, returning to my duties.

Your mind didn’t want to think, to roll my words over in your mind, to wonder why I might have even cared enough to utter them. Instead you sipped your refilled glass and simply watched me work, taking in the way my body moved as I shook the Boston shaker for one of the last remaining customers other than yourself. Kicking off your heels and stretching your feel, simply enjoying the liquid pool in your panties when our eyes meet, when you registered the longing in them.

You have no idea when it happened, when the gentle regard I showed you that was no more indifference than any other customer had changed. Now you felt like I saw right through your skirt to the bra and panties beneath them. My eyes were liquid heat and you could feel them steadily melting away any resolve you had to go home, to make peace after yet another forgotten evening. As I passed the card back to the last customer you tilted your head back and emptied yet another glass of wine, disappointed about having to leave knowing that once you passed through the doorway you’d have to face life outside.

Cinnamon and lime filled your nostrils as you glanced up to see me behind you, my head above you as the difference in our height was never more apparent. “May I?” I asked as my hands rose to your shoulders. With a slight nod you didn’t realize you were doing, they touched your shoulder and a fire spread from that spot through your chest, then south, simply adding to the pool that had already been building under your skirt. Almost unconsciously your legs spread as far as the fabric would allow, letting air in between them. Your head tilted back, resting it against my stomach as my hands worked your shoulders. 

Opening your eyes my gaze met yours as I leaned over you, the heat still burning fiercely in my eyes. A thought occurred to you, how strangely natural it felt to have my hands on you, to be touched by me. Your eyes make a cursory glance around the place told you that the clientele were gone, then your eyes darted to the kitchen door that hung open.

“They’re gone, have been for a while,” My voice whispered in your ear, warm breath flowing over your skin. 

Your body shivered under my touch and the knowledge that you and I were alone. By all accounts it was an innocent enough moment, but the thoughts running through your mind and the feeling taking over your pussy told another story. The ache, the throbbing that your had for me was almost overwhelming.

You couldn’t help as a moan escaped your lips and the tension increased in my fingers. 

“Do you feel better?” I asked in a whisper that was laced with a lust you knew you weren’t imagining. 

“Yes,” was all you were able to get out without allowing your complete lust and desire for me to come pouring out.

“Good,” with that response my hands began to slip lower, my fingertips brushing your chest along the line of the lave bra that kept your breasts confined. Rubbing, caressing your skin as your head fell back against me yet again. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

The thought of wanting me to stop hadn’t crossed the deepest recesses of your mind, but a smile crossed your lips at the offer. After a moment my finger dipped below the last, finding your rigid nipple and rubbing the pad of my finger over it. Your back arched immediately in my hand, pressing your breast into my palm.

The growl that escaped me was almost feral and should have been a warning for what was to come, but you noticed it was difficult to hear anything over the thrum of lust beneath your skirt. My hand squeezing your breast before being quickly joined by my other, both hands slipping under the lace and groping you, full and hard with desire. Your hips moving in rhythm with my hands, your nipples hard and poking into my palm.  

“Take off your shirt,” I said breathlessly from above you, my lips finding your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin. Your hands moved with a quick, almost possessed quickness, not missing a button on your blouse. It was mere seconds before it was hanging open. 

“Stand up,” another command that you obeyed without hesitation. Before you could even realize what was happening your blouse was laying in a puddle on the floor and my deft hands opened the clasp on your bra and sent it to join the pool of clothing. Your skin felt as though it was on fire until the breeze hit your nipples, the air-conditioned air almost a shock to you. You felt the juices flowing freely now, more than wet for me and half crazed with desire.

Standing in front of me, looking up into my blue eyes your hand moved of its own accord until it cupped my hard cock through my dress pants. “I have to have you,” I said, voice low enough that you could feel it vibrating through your body. You couldn’t help but nod, your pussy throbbing hard enough for you to spread your legs around my thigh as I pulled you close. My hand moved quickly, making short work of your skirt, stepping back just enough to allow it to fall to the floor. A yelp and whimper escaped your lips as my mouth, warm and cavernous, closed around your nipple. Your back arched into me as you stood before me wearing next to nothing, only a thin shred of lace between you and the girth pressed into your stomach.

My smile broke as I looked over your body, the ardent appreciation obvious in my gaze. It felt almost as exciting as the slip of my finger between the fabric and folds of your now soaked pussy. When I slipped a finger in you moaned, the feeling almost too much. As though your body had been dormant for too long, and now it buzzed with wine and lust, fully awake and alive.

With a swift pull I wasted no time in peeling the panties from your body, my mouth quickly replacing where my fingers had been. My tongue pulled at your swollen clit as you leaned back against the bar, desperate for anything to keep you upright as your body threatened to collapse, your legs quivering with delight. While my tongue explored your folds, my fingers found their way back inside of your warm, wet, tight pussy. Curling forward, searching for and easily finding your g spot, rubbing along it in time with my tongues movements on your clit.  

“Cum,” I breathed into your pussy in the brief moment my lips were detached from you. Yet another demand your body couldn’t seem to refuse. You tried to nod, my hand cupping your ass, pulling you further into my mouth as my lips enclosed around your slit once more.Finally you roll over the edge with me, one hand clawing at the bar for purchase, the other slapping down onto my shirt and clenching into a fistful of fabric.

As your body quivered and came down from your orgasm I pulled myself up the length of your body, peppering your taut skin with kisses, my tongue languishing over your nipples for a long moment.  My hands gripped your ass and lifted you into the air, your legs wrapping around me by instinct. You had no idea when I managed to undo my pants and you didn’t care as a scream of pleasure echoed in the room as I slid into you. Turning us slightly I set you down on the raised bar stool, the height perfectly aligned with me.

Both of us far too filled with lust, I begin to slam into you, hard, deep, roughly from the first moment. Each thrust pulling a whimper, gasp, or moan from your lips as the pleasure takes over your senses. Each thrust takes my cock until only the head remains inside of you, then you feel the entire length fill you up again, stretching you out to the point you almost feel pain but never fully cross that line. The sound of our flesh slapping together fills your ears, a symphony together with my moans, grunts and moans. 

“Fill me, please God fill me,” you can’t help but gasp between thrusts as your next orgasm crashes upon you like a tidal wave, almost surprising you with it’s speed and intensity. Inside of you, walls spasming and quivering around my length, you can feel me swelling and you lock your legs around my lower back as I grunt and let out a long, low moan. You can feel every twitch of my cock as I erupt into you, each rope of cum giving you a warm sensation that makes you feel complete in a way you couldn’t place. 

Your arms are wrapped around me, our breathing refusing to slow as you feel my arms around you, holding you, that feeling of complete safety coming on you again. 

“You deserve better than him,” you hear my lips whisper into your ear, so low that you can barely make it out yourself.

“I know,” was the only response as your lips found my neck again.

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