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Chance meeting

I'm sitting at the bar, again at that same place as yesterday. Don't even know why I'm back here. Anyway, I'm drinking my beer when someone sits next to me. It's that guy from yesterday, Jack. I can already feel my face blushing.

"Hi", he is the first one to speak, "Whatchya doing?"

I can't even look him in the eyes, but answer anyway like he's not even here, "Nothing"

"Come on, you can't be just sitting here and doing nothing…"

"Well, actually, I'm thinking."

"Okay… So Sam, what do you do when you're not thinking here?"

"I'm a theoretical astrophysicist. I'm actually starting on a new job tomorrow."

"Really? A scientist?"

"What, don't tell me you don't like scientists?"

"Me? Never…".

"What do you do?", I finally ask him.

"Nothing really. I was retired up until now. I'm actually starting on a new job tomorrow also."

Finally the waitress comes to take his order. She took her sweet time.

"Beer". Imagine that, a man who drinks beer. Now, that's a first.

"Sam, how about dancing?", he asks as he looks me with those beautiful chocolate eyes of his.

"Sure, why not." I just can't bring myself to saying no.

He gets up from his stool and gently takes my hand into his. He is being so gentle, nothing like yesterday. That was just raw force. This is completely different.

We are dancing in the middle of the crowd, it's not easy to move around in here. I am pretty close to him, almost can feel his breath on my face.

Songs pass and we're still holding each other and dancing. I know that I'm a sentimental fool, but it's hard not to be when he's acting like that.

He asks, "Want to go sit down a bit?". I just nod.

We just try to rest for a while. Time passes in companionable silence. I'm even trying to steal a few glances at him. There it is. He's looking at me when he thinks I can't see it. Just now he was looking at my breasts, then slowly shifting his gaze to my mouth, his own slightly opened, as if he's awaiting something. God, he is beautiful. It is obvious that he is much older than me, but as I'm looking at him I can't stop from remembering the feel of his strong hands on my body. Now I'm wet. You did it again Sam. Stop thinking for once and just do it.

I finally find enough strength and ask him, "Want to get out of this place?". It didn't even take him a heartbeat, he just gets up and puts his leather jacket on. We are walking out, towards our cars.

"Wanna come to my place for a cup of coffee?", he asks.

"I'll follow you".

We both get in our cars and he pulls out of the parking lot. What came over you? How stupid can you be?!? First yesterday and now, going with a strange man to his house? But something deep in side of me is telling that this is ok. I'm still following him when we finally pull up in front of a house. Could say it's a nice house, but looks like just every other one. I can see him getting out of his truck and he hesitates for a moment when he sees I'm still sitting in mine. Ok ok, I'm coming and I finally get out of it. He just continues to his front door as if nothing has happened. We're both inside now and I'm trying to look uninterested. But the truth is I want him so badly, I never wanted anyone like I want him. We've only met yesterday and I already miss him, that's why I was probably back today at that place. Just waiting and hoping he would come. And he did. And now I'm in his house. OK Sam, what now?

"Sit down, you don't have to stand, I don't bite.", he says with a grin on his face. I sit.

"Want anything to drink? I've got water, beer or beer?", again that grin.

"Beer will be fine". Like I need more alcohol, I can't already think straight.

He sits down next to me and hands me my beer. For a few moments there is silence while we're just sitting and drinking. He moved closer to me and he's leaning over, close to my ear. Okay, I think we've just found out what now… I turn my head towards him and our faces are just inches away and I can feel he's breathing heavily. He takes my lips in a gentle kiss and I put my beer on the table. My arms go around his neck. I break apart finally, I need some air. He looks at me quizzically, and I just say "Air". He just nods, and puts his beer down. Looks like he forgot all about it. His face is back turned towards mine and this time I kiss him, a bit harder than the last time. My tongue goes into his mouth, gently probing and searching. His hands are on my waist again and he's pulling my shirt up and I rise my arms above my head to help me. The shirt is off to the floor. Now he's on my bra, looking for a clasp, he's not realizing that the clasp is on the front side so I undo it and slip it off to the floor. He looks grateful for this. In return he takes his mouth to my left nipple and he starts to run his tongue over it and slightly flip it. I moan loudly and throw my head back. He's licking the other nipple now. Running his tongue over it and around. And I'm moaning louder. He stops and just looks at me. His hands travel to my skirt and he undoes the zipper on it and nudges my hips higher of the sofa to take it off of me. Then my panties. It joins the pile of clothes on the floor. Now my hands go to his pants, undoing them and slipping them off of him. He gets up from the sofa and I lie down so he can take his position between my legs. He took his boxers off while I was lying down so I can already see his erection. And it's big. He lies down on top of me and puts both his hands around my face and kisses me like the world is going to end tomorrow. He thrusts into me with his lips still on mine. I'm getting closer and I can't stop myself from moaning loudly, he's still thrusting and now I can't help myself from screaming his name "Oh god Jack, don't stop". At that he looks me right in the eye and our gazes lock. One more time and I'm cuming. My head is thrown back on the sofa and I'm shaking. Few more thrusts and he's cuming and shaking and murmuring "Sam".

We just lie there in a silence for few minutes and I'm the first one to speak, "I have to go".

"No don't go, spend the night here." He gets of the sofa and takes my hand. He's tugging me up. When I get up he's leading me into the bedroom. He's not serious, is he? Spend the night in his bed. I'm too tired anyway so I just give in. there's always tomorrow to sort everything out.