Usual Disclaimers apply, but I'm too lazy to put them in! <g>
John Lawless took another sip of beer trying to find the answers in the tangy brew. Mick had been gone, dead for three weeks now and John had never felt more alone in his life. He glanced around the crowded pub seeing a group by the pool table and some laughing blokes by the dartboard. He never played darts. Suddenly, the crowd parted and a tiny little woman stepped out from among them. She was laughing, her mouth, rich, ripe and round, was open and her tongue was teasing along her bottom lip.
Almost unconsciously, he got hard. He was always randy and used to constant satisfaction of his sexual urges. Claire had never left him wanting. She was always as randy as he was. But no more Claire. Not now, not ever. He watched the tiny figure attempt to move away from the group. One of them grabbed her arm as if he wanted to ask her something. She tried to twist away, but he seemed to grip her even tighter. The other blokes stood around laughing.
John felt his anger, never very far from the surface, begin to awaken. He watched for a moment more as the blokes seemed to be encouraging their mate and then he got up from his stool.
He strode over to the group and ordered, "Leave her be."
"Piss off," a voice muttered from somewhere behind him.
"None of your business," another voice mumbled.
"I'm making it my business," he insisted stridently. Between the alcohol and his torturous emotions, he was feeling reckless. He flexed his muscles and said, "So let her alone."
The bloke who had her arm released her and went for John. A fight ensured. John's boxing experience gave him an unfair advantage, as he knew it would. He made short work of the blokes. When the fight was over, two blokes lay moaning on the bar floor and the rest had split. John had a black eye and a cut lip, but he had won.
"Here," the girl said after the melee was done, "Come on. Let me get you something for that."
She began to lead John to the toilets in the back. She pushed him into the ladies loo and locked the door. "I'm Valerie," she declared by way of introduction.
He looked at her. Between the beer, the fight and his own unrelenting randiness, he was hard as a rock already. Now studying the girl, he wanted to do something about it. She was small and perfectly formed. Her body was compact and lush. She was wearing a short skirt; black fishnet stockings and a black blouse open at the throat. He could see why the bloke had come on to her. He wanted to come on to her himself.
Valerie turned from the basin, where she had wetted a flannel and studied the stranger who had come to her aid. He was very tall and muscular. His brown hair was short and curled on the ends. He was quite handsome. She had noticed him sitting at the bar earlier in the evening. He'd been all alone and was looking at his glass of draft as if it was the Holy Grail. She'd been interested, but he had seemed completely unapproachable.
Now his beautiful mouth was swollen and the cut was bleeding. He had the beginnings of a beautiful shiner, but it couldn't detract from the beauty of his deep brown chocolate eyes. His body was choice, all hard muscle and firm flesh. He had beautifully bulging biceps and he was incredibly graceful when he fought. She let her eyes rake his form and noticed with interest that he had an erection. Well, watching him fight had gotten her excited. And being alone with him was getting her wet. She crooked her finger and gestured for him to come closer.
John inched forward. "John," he mumbled.
Valerie hitched herself up, sat on the counter, and gestured for him to come closer still.
John inched even closer and bent his head so she could work on his mouth. This gave him a view down her cleavage and it was a very nice view. She had great knockers. He moaned when the damp flannel came into contact with his lip.
"Did I hurt you?" she murmured. She dabbed the flannel lightly against his lip, trying to staunch the flow of blood.
"Nah," he muttered. "Just hurts, eh?"
"Sorry," she apologized. As she went to dab the flannel in the water again, she twisted too much and felt John's arms grip her to keep her from falling off the counter. Her legs ended up wrapped around him, as his arms enveloped her waist and she felt his erection press against her groin.
She looked up at him. His eyes were dark with emotion. She saw several different emotions move through his eyes and then paramount was lust.
She reached up and touched his face, then ran a finger along his bottom lip, being careful to keep away from the cut. She dropped the flannel and using her legs, pulled his pelvis tighter against hers.
John's reaction was automatic. His arms tightened around her waist, his erection pulsed and his heart began to beat faster. The touch of her body lit an incendiary blaze inside him. His groin was now pressed to hers, he could feel the heat of her sex against him and he groaned from the pressure.
She smiled at him and drew his face down to hers. She kissed his lips lightly, then flicked her tongue out to trace his top lip.
He groaned again and pulled her tight, lost in the erotic feel of her body, the sexual hunger overwhelming him. His mouth was on her neck and he could feel her hands on his back. It hurt a little to kiss her, the cut was still open, but now her hands were rubbing his ass and he no longer cared about pain. He rubbed against her, the denim pushing against the thin material of her panties.
Valerie arched against him and continued to rub his ass. It was so hard. Like rubbing rock. Her hands trailed up his back and that was like a rock too. She pulled at his buttocks, forcing him to press his erection harder against her.
John groaned with arousal. The pressure of her body was incredible. He slid his hands up from her waist and tilted her face to his. He stared into her eyes and saw pure unadulterated lust reflected back at him. He touched her face, then ran his hand down the front of her blouse over her breasts. She nodded and whispered, "Yes."
His eyes darkened further, now getting inside her was the only thing on his mind. He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, finally getting them open and buried his face in the hollow between them. Valerie gripped his head and pressed herself against his face. He reached around behind her, popped the snaps on her bra, and then palmed the mounds as they came free. He heard her moan and felt her hands in his hair.
Valerie slid her legs between his and pressed against his shaft. He was so hard. His mouth was on her chest, hot, soft, erotic, and now he was taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking. She could feel her body moving more quickly toward orgasm than she thought possible. She moaned.
John couldn't wait; he released her breasts and went for his zipper, letting his aching cock spring free. It stood almost straight out from his body and throbbed painfully. He pushed up her skirt, slid her panties down and then guided himself inside her.
She groaned from the size of him, then wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and held on. John began to pound into her. She arched against him as he ground into her. He pushed her back against the counter, against the wall. His body was like a driving piston. The friction was incredible. His body slammed into her with such force, she thought she would split in half. The rubbing of his pelvis to hers, his hard shaft moving deeply inside her set off an incredible wave of pleasure and she began to spasm wildly around him. He grunted from the added pressure, slammed into her hard enough to make her jaw hurt and came his body shuddering with the force of it. She held on to him, panting for air.
They stayed like that, as their bodies slowly returned to normal. Valerie could feel him inside her still throbbing; his pelvis pressed so tight that her clit was still aroused. Suddenly, he pulled her upper body tightly against him, tilted her face, and kissed her hard. His lips, so soft, crushed hers. His tongue pushed at her lips, wanting entrance to her mouth.
Valerie opened her mouth willingly, feeling his hot tongue enter. Her body was still so turned on, the orgasm barely sating her. Her hands slithered down from his neck, under his T-shirt to feel his chest. He kissed her harder as her fingers began to play with his nipples. She could feel him inside her, still throbbing, only now it felt like, could he really be getting hard again?
John kissed her as if he could find the answer there. It felt good to touch someone, good to be touched by someone. Her mouth was soft, her body warm and willing. He pulled his mouth from hers and kissed her neck, running his tongue along the soft skin there. He heard her soft moan and liked it. Her fingers were rubbing his nipples and it was getting him hard all over again.
He moved his mouth down, back to her knockers, took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. She arched against him, pushing her pelvis tighter to his. He kept sucking her nipple until he felt her begin to spasm around his now hard cock. Then again, he began to thrust. Now that the edge was off his sexual hunger, he took his time. He stroked her more slowly, gliding in and out, teasing her at times by pulling almost all the way out, then driving back in more deeply. She was moaning constantly, her hands clawing at him, her body begging for relief.
He paused in his strokes, reached down between them and felt for her bud. He held her steady with one hand and with the other he stroked that little nub of pleasure until she began to pant loudly and came all over his hand. Then he began to grind into her again, this time much faster and harder, going deeper and deeper into her body, until he felt his balls tighten. He groaned and came, pistoning her into the wall with the force of his body.
As the pressure of his body drove her back against the wall she felt another orgasm wash over. She moaned and hung on to him to keep from falling. She lay her head on his shoulder and tried to breathe.
They clung together for a long time, trying to recover their breath, slow their heart beat and deal with the exquisite pleasure they'd just had. Finally John pulled back and withdrew from her. "Thanks," he whispered.
"My pleasure," she murmured back with a smile.
John looked at her. He didn't know what to say. He'd never done a total stranger before.
She seemed to sense what he was thinking for she said, "First time for me too."
"First time?" he echoed in confusion. Was she saying this was . . . oh Christ, he hadn't just deflowered a virgin had he?
"With a stranger," she amplified. "It's not the first I ever."
He sighed with relief. Well that was okay, then. "I don't think we're strangers anymore, do you?"
She laughed softly. "No, I guess not."
"Well," he shrugged, still not knowing what to say, "I . . . um . . . it's been nice to meet you." He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped them.
She laughed again and hopped down off the counter. Her legs were unsteady for a second and then she was upright. "See you around, then, eh?" she said as she began to redress.
"Um, yeah, right. See you around," and then not knowing what else to do, John turned and left.
The End