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So, you pull up a barstool next to mine, and Charles, being the good friend and wingman that he is, chooses that time to finish his beer and decide that he's got better places to be. We spend a few minutes discussing the day, I'm telling you how irritated I am that Amanda decided to piss off back to Houston and leave us hanging, and you're telling me about the latest fit your soon-to-be-ex has pitched.
We finish our first beer, and we go outside for a smoke. You happily notice that I really can't take my eyes off of you, whether I'm staring at your butt, your perfect breasts, or looking you straight in the eye. You catch my eye for a moment and suddenly realize that the walls I hide myself behind are gone, and you can look right through my eyes, and see the paths of my soul. You give me one of your grins and I move up beside you and put my arm around you. As you lay your head on my shoulder, suddenly the world seems to somehow be a better place.
We finish our cigarettes and head back inside, ordering another round of beers. I look you over, and I can tell from the way you're sitting and moving that you're tense, almost on the edge of pain. I stand behind your stool, and suddenly my thumbs are pressing into the knots you've developed right below your shoulder blades. You groan as I start working you over, first on one side and then on the other, easing out the knots and washing away the tension you weren't even really conscious of. I work the muscles of your back from just above the waistband of your jeans to the base of your skull, and somewhere in the mix you realize that my hands are perhaps just a bit warmer than they should be, and that I'm leeching the tension and stress from your body a bit faster than I really should be able to.
I notice that you're close to finishing your beer, so with one final rub down both sides of your spine, I pick mine up and slam it down, timing it so that we finish at the same time. You get up off your stool to head outside for another smoke, and suddenly realize just how much I have relaxed you, as you have to concentrate for your knees to hold you upright. We step outside, my arm around you when I noticed you stumble. I light your smoke, light mine, and we stand there, staring into space for a while. It's the kind of companionable silence that neither of us has experienced for a while. You tilt your head to the side, thinking about it for a moment, and realize that you haven't been this relaxed, this at peace for a long time. Thoughts tumble through your mind at an ever increasing rate, my arm around the small of your back is burning a line of fire, and you finally decide "to hell with it". You turn yourself in the circle of my arm, reach up, and slowly pull my face down to yours. You notice, as if for the first time, the contrast of coarseness and softness of my beard, and how very blue my eyes are, as you lean up and kiss me. It starts out slow, just a gentle touch of lips on lips, before I moan and start gently nibbling on your bottom lip. You gasp, and I seal my lips over yours, my tongue caressing yours once, twice, a third time, before your tongue chases mine back into my mouth. My hands settle on your hips as yours lock around the back of my neck. I pull you closer, letting you know that I really can't get enough of you, as my hands slide down to cup your butt. You lean back for a moment, an expression of wonder crossing your face, and my eyes slowly open. Our eye contact is electric, and I've got a tiny smile on my lips. I stare hard into your eyes, and you feel like I'm staring into the depths of your soul, and you realize that I am not judging, that I am seeing the pains, the rough spots, the imperfections, like I am cataloging them. The small smile never leaves my lips, and you feel me soothing the hurts that I can, and you feel my gentle acceptance of the rest, warts and all. I softly mouth to you that I love you, and your lips crash back into mine, as if you're trying to devour everything that I am. I lift you up as your legs lock around my hips, and I lean back slightly, letting the wall support part of our combined mass.
As we come out of our combined bliss, we both mutually, without words, decide that another beer is in order. You nearly snarl at the barfly who has decided that I'm interesting. We turn as one to walk back in, my arm around your waist, and your hand in my back pocket. I set myself back on my barstool and order another round, and you pull your stool as close as you can get it, and rest your head back on my shoulder. We both look at each other at that moment and realize that the night is electric, that there are sparks running through both of us. At this point, we are completely communicating without words, just glance and touch, smile and eye contact. Together, we understand that on this night, nothing is wrong. There are no barriers, nothing separating soul from soul, mind from mind. You take my hand, and suddenly every thought that passes through my mind is mirrored in your eyes. We finish our beer, and we both decide, simultaneously, that we've got better places to be. I pay the tab and we walk out to your car, sharing a few kisses along the way. As we pull out of the parking lot, you take my hand and set it firmly on your knee, and I look at you with a stupid grin on my face. We drive around for a little bit, listening to every love song the radio cares to offer, before you find a deserted parking lot and pull in. You park the car, and suddenly rise up in your seat, kissing me hard, demanding things from me that I'm more than happy to give. My hands come up to cup your breasts, thumbs tracing circles across your nipples, and you bite my bottom lip in lust. I lift you over the center console, and your knees come to rest on either side of my hips, your weight resting in my lap, and you feel me smile against your lips. Experimentally, you grind your hips against mine, and you feel something firm against the front of your jeans. You pull back for a moment, concentrating on grinding against me, and I pinch your nipples through your bra, rolling them between thumbs and forefingers. You gasp in pleasure, and I pull you back down to my lips by your nipples, kissing you hungrily. You run your hands up my chest, and you pause as I groan when your palms run across my nipples. My hands on your hips pull you hard down against my core, and you smile as you realize the power that you have over me. I lift my hands, bringing your shirt up with them, and you lift your arms to ease me taking it off. Seconds later, you feel my hands fumbling at your bra clasp, and you smile as it stymies me for a moment, as they have men since the dawn of time. In this moment, you realize that while my experience may be lacking, my enthusiasm and intent are far, far beyond what you've ever experienced, and you let yourself go to my touch, to my lips on your nipples, sucking and biting, to my fingers questing beneath your waistband, unbuttoning, twisting, and gliding along your most intimate places, collecting moisture and using it to ease the passage of your clit from it's hood. I pull your jeans down to your knees and raise you up, my tongue following where my fingers have been, and you once again notice the difference between experience and enthusiasm, and you realize that while the one may be nice, the other is beyond belief. My tongue wraps around your clit and starts fucking it, and you buck your hips against my face, half bent over because the roof of your car isn't very high, and you start chanting your love for me as you start climbing the peak to orgasm. Suddenly, you feel two fingers enter you, and curve to the front, searching for and finding your gspot, and your chant becomes an incoherent shout, as I tongue-fuck and finger you to orgasm. You cum hard on my face, and I greedily lick up every drop, slowing down to ease you down from your peak. You kiss me, and smile at me, and start to reach down my pants, and I softly tell you that tonight was about you, and that anything you do beyond that is your choice, without sense of obligation.
At that point, you truly realize, to the bottom of your soul, that I do love you, and that you are the most important thing in my world, and you gently bask in that feeling.
We finish our first beer, and we go outside for a smoke. You happily notice that I really can't take my eyes off of you, whether I'm staring at your butt, your perfect breasts, or looking you straight in the eye. You catch my eye for a moment and suddenly realize that the walls I hide myself behind are gone, and you can look right through my eyes, and see the paths of my soul. You give me one of your grins and I move up beside you and put my arm around you. As you lay your head on my shoulder, suddenly the world seems to somehow be a better place.
We finish our cigarettes and head back inside, ordering another round of beers. I look you over, and I can tell from the way you're sitting and moving that you're tense, almost on the edge of pain. I stand behind your stool, and suddenly my thumbs are pressing into the knots you've developed right below your shoulder blades. You groan as I start working you over, first on one side and then on the other, easing out the knots and washing away the tension you weren't even really conscious of. I work the muscles of your back from just above the waistband of your jeans to the base of your skull, and somewhere in the mix you realize that my hands are perhaps just a bit warmer than they should be, and that I'm leeching the tension and stress from your body a bit faster than I really should be able to.
I notice that you're close to finishing your beer, so with one final rub down both sides of your spine, I pick mine up and slam it down, timing it so that we finish at the same time. You get up off your stool to head outside for another smoke, and suddenly realize just how much I have relaxed you, as you have to concentrate for your knees to hold you upright. We step outside, my arm around you when I noticed you stumble. I light your smoke, light mine, and we stand there, staring into space for a while. It's the kind of companionable silence that neither of us has experienced for a while. You tilt your head to the side, thinking about it for a moment, and realize that you haven't been this relaxed, this at peace for a long time. Thoughts tumble through your mind at an ever increasing rate, my arm around the small of your back is burning a line of fire, and you finally decide "to hell with it". You turn yourself in the circle of my arm, reach up, and slowly pull my face down to yours. You notice, as if for the first time, the contrast of coarseness and softness of my beard, and how very blue my eyes are, as you lean up and kiss me. It starts out slow, just a gentle touch of lips on lips, before I moan and start gently nibbling on your bottom lip. You gasp, and I seal my lips over yours, my tongue caressing yours once, twice, a third time, before your tongue chases mine back into my mouth. My hands settle on your hips as yours lock around the back of my neck. I pull you closer, letting you know that I really can't get enough of you, as my hands slide down to cup your butt. You lean back for a moment, an expression of wonder crossing your face, and my eyes slowly open. Our eye contact is electric, and I've got a tiny smile on my lips. I stare hard into your eyes, and you feel like I'm staring into the depths of your soul, and you realize that I am not judging, that I am seeing the pains, the rough spots, the imperfections, like I am cataloging them. The small smile never leaves my lips, and you feel me soothing the hurts that I can, and you feel my gentle acceptance of the rest, warts and all. I softly mouth to you that I love you, and your lips crash back into mine, as if you're trying to devour everything that I am. I lift you up as your legs lock around my hips, and I lean back slightly, letting the wall support part of our combined mass.
As we come out of our combined bliss, we both mutually, without words, decide that another beer is in order. You nearly snarl at the barfly who has decided that I'm interesting. We turn as one to walk back in, my arm around your waist, and your hand in my back pocket. I set myself back on my barstool and order another round, and you pull your stool as close as you can get it, and rest your head back on my shoulder. We both look at each other at that moment and realize that the night is electric, that there are sparks running through both of us. At this point, we are completely communicating without words, just glance and touch, smile and eye contact. Together, we understand that on this night, nothing is wrong. There are no barriers, nothing separating soul from soul, mind from mind. You take my hand, and suddenly every thought that passes through my mind is mirrored in your eyes. We finish our beer, and we both decide, simultaneously, that we've got better places to be. I pay the tab and we walk out to your car, sharing a few kisses along the way. As we pull out of the parking lot, you take my hand and set it firmly on your knee, and I look at you with a stupid grin on my face. We drive around for a little bit, listening to every love song the radio cares to offer, before you find a deserted parking lot and pull in. You park the car, and suddenly rise up in your seat, kissing me hard, demanding things from me that I'm more than happy to give. My hands come up to cup your breasts, thumbs tracing circles across your nipples, and you bite my bottom lip in lust. I lift you over the center console, and your knees come to rest on either side of my hips, your weight resting in my lap, and you feel me smile against your lips. Experimentally, you grind your hips against mine, and you feel something firm against the front of your jeans. You pull back for a moment, concentrating on grinding against me, and I pinch your nipples through your bra, rolling them between thumbs and forefingers. You gasp in pleasure, and I pull you back down to my lips by your nipples, kissing you hungrily. You run your hands up my chest, and you pause as I groan when your palms run across my nipples. My hands on your hips pull you hard down against my core, and you smile as you realize the power that you have over me. I lift my hands, bringing your shirt up with them, and you lift your arms to ease me taking it off. Seconds later, you feel my hands fumbling at your bra clasp, and you smile as it stymies me for a moment, as they have men since the dawn of time. In this moment, you realize that while my experience may be lacking, my enthusiasm and intent are far, far beyond what you've ever experienced, and you let yourself go to my touch, to my lips on your nipples, sucking and biting, to my fingers questing beneath your waistband, unbuttoning, twisting, and gliding along your most intimate places, collecting moisture and using it to ease the passage of your clit from it's hood. I pull your jeans down to your knees and raise you up, my tongue following where my fingers have been, and you once again notice the difference between experience and enthusiasm, and you realize that while the one may be nice, the other is beyond belief. My tongue wraps around your clit and starts fucking it, and you buck your hips against my face, half bent over because the roof of your car isn't very high, and you start chanting your love for me as you start climbing the peak to orgasm. Suddenly, you feel two fingers enter you, and curve to the front, searching for and finding your gspot, and your chant becomes an incoherent shout, as I tongue-fuck and finger you to orgasm. You cum hard on my face, and I greedily lick up every drop, slowing down to ease you down from your peak. You kiss me, and smile at me, and start to reach down my pants, and I softly tell you that tonight was about you, and that anything you do beyond that is your choice, without sense of obligation.
At that point, you truly realize, to the bottom of your soul, that I do love you, and that you are the most important thing in my world, and you gently bask in that feeling.
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