The first time I taste you.

This short story describes one of my fantasies for the perfect way a woman can introduce herself. The way I wrote it up here I was imagining it as a prequel to this story (and my reply) by Jackie64.
http://xhamster.com/user/jackie64/posts/148963.html



I'm in a pub with my friends. It's a nice one in the town centre, a converted old cinema or something. The drinks are good, the food nice and the wrong kind of people avoid it. I notice you sitting with a group of other women. I'm guessing they are your work colleagues but don't care because right from the start the only one I am interested in is you.
As both groups eat, drink and chat amongst themselves over the next hour I notice you looking towards me and quickly turning away when I look back. We never really make eye contact but there is a secret connection between us that it is obvious we both feel. It becomes harder and harder for me to keep up with the conversation going on at my table as I nurse my drink, all the while trying to catch a another furtive glimpse in your direction.

A while later I notice you leave the table and head through the door to the loos. I decide to wait a few minutes then go myself, hoping to meet you on your way back and get a closer look and maybe say 'Hi'. In these kinds of places it is often a bit of a trek to get to the loos, because of the way it was converted, and this place is no exception. You go up some stairs, along a short corridor and up a few more stairs then along a much longer corridor.
As I'm going up the first set of stairs I'm worried that I haven't waited long enough, or maybe I waited too long and you took the different door which brought you out close to the bar itself. I just reach the top of the second set of stairs and there you are, not 10 feet from me.
We look straight at each other and for a moment it is as if neither of us are moving, just staring. I smile nervously as I break the eye contact then step to one side to let you past me in this narrow corridor. But you don't. You keep looking at me and walk directly towards me. As you get closer I look back into your eyes and try to say 'Hi' but hardly manage to make any sound. You begin to raise your hand up, with your first two fingers outstretched and hold them up just in front of me. "Shhhhh" is all you say as you slowly move your fingers towards me. I go cross-eyed as I try to watch your fingertips as you slowly touch my top lip. I could see your fingers glistening and as you hold them under my nose I catch your scent. That elixir of your sexuality rushes through me as you slowly push your fingertips into my mouth. I taste you. Nothing is more perfect than the sweet essence of your juices. I close my eyes and move my tongue over your fingers, sucking and licking it all from you, savouring every drop. I'm instantly hard and my mind is filled with images as in the space of a single moment my imagination undresses you, looks upon you, touches you, tastes you and pushes deep inside you in every position the two of us can get into.
I open my eyes with a start as your other hand brushes up the bulge of my hard cock. You squeeze the shaft through my trousers and I feel as if I'm going to explode right there and there is nothing I can do to stop you making it happen. But the squeeze only lasts a couple of seconds before your hand moves to push something into my pocket.
With that you slip your fingers from my mouth and are on your way. I turn to watch, breathless but you are away round a corner before I can do anything.
As my wits slowly return I remember where I am and carry on to the loos. When I get inside I reach into my pocket and pull out a gorgeous set of frilly skimpy underwear. There really isn't much to them and the front is very damp with what I am sure are your juices. Wrapped inside the knickers is a piece of paper with a mobile number on. I stuff the underwear back into my pocket and type out a text to the number. Then I walk back down to the main part of the pub, just as I reach the bottom of the stairs I press send and my phone is back in my pocket before I am sitting down and taking a few much needed gulps from my drink, suddenly wishing it were stronger after what just happened to shatter my nerves.
Across on the other table I see you reach into your bag and look at your phone. You smile and quickly tap out a message before joining back into the conversation going on at your table.
My phone beeps, I look at my messages, the latest conversation reads:
Me: That was delicious. When can I get more?
Unknown: Soon. Turn left up road and wait. I'll be a few mins behind.

I finish my drink and stand up to leave, saying something about an early start but thinking this might end up being very late indeed.