I made a second part! You can find it here !

“Lauren”

Aaron had never been in a more stereotypical bar in his entire life. Everything about Jackson’s Pub was as uninteresting as possible. The grimy wooden floors. The dingy and dim lighting. The worn out bar that had been scratched to hell. Even the bartender himself, a bored looking middle aged man watching the hockey game on the overhead TVs, looked like someone straight out of a depressing Rockwell painting.

Aaron was leaning on a faded white wall across from the entrance. In one hand he had a beer, in the other his phone. Looking past the pool tables and booths he eyed the door, waiting for Malik to enter and alleviate his boredom. He was five minutes late, but that was normal for Malik.

As he waited, Aaron’s eyes surveyed the patrons of the bar. Sitting on the split barstools was a pair of college kids, probably waiting for happy hour to start, when they would undoubtedly have company of their own age come flooding in. Next to them a man in a suit sat hunched with his eyes boring into the bar counter. Aaron could only imagine what he was going through. The billiards were empty, as the older crowd didn’t arrive until much later in the evening. At the booths near the door a group of three young adults sat talking. Sitting next to each other were a man and a woman, their clasped hands resting on the table and shining in the overhead light. They appeared to be reading the check. The third person sitting across from them was a woman. Aaron couldn’t make out her face, but he could see that she was a head taller than the couple.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating into his hand. He glanced down to see that Malik had texted him. He’d be working overtime today and wouldn’t be able to make it to Jackson’s. Aaron breathed a sigh and lifted his drink to his lips. He punched in a reply and hit send. “Guess I came here for nothing. “ He thought.

Aaron closed his eyes and sighed again. Upon opening them he noticed the three people at the booth were beginning to get up and leave. He resolved to finish his beer before leaving, and buried his head in his phone. He could at least entertain himself with the internet for a bit.

He had been scrolling through his Twitter feed for less than a minute when a pair of shoes came into view behind his phone. They were a pair of black Converse sneakers, partially covered by a pair of navy blue jeans.

“Excuse me.” Their owner said with a feminine voice.

Already a tad sour, Aaron didn’t appreciate being bothered while trying to finish his business and leave. He put his phone down and glanced up with an annoyed look. “Yes?” He replied.

To his surprise, he did not meet the speaker’s gaze, and instead found himself glaring directly at her chest. A heat immediately rose to his face as he realized his mistake. Though she was wearing a black and white striped shirt and a green army jacket, the fullness of her breasts was still obvious underneath it all.

After a second his brain snapped back to reality and he began lift his burning face upward. His eyes ran over her shoulders, neck, lips, and stopped at her eyes. They were brown, full, and partially covered by her bangs. Despite being long in the front, the rest of her black hair was cut short in a messy pixie cut. Her cheeks were a bit red, and she looked down at him with a slight smile.

“Are you alone?” She asked.

Aaron gulped down his embarrassment and whipped up some wit. “I am now.” He sheepishly smiled and showed off his phone. “Friend just cancelled on me.”

She reached a hand out, placing it on the wall next to him, and leaned her face down closer to his. “Would you like some company?”

Aaron smiled, his face now beet red.

She smiled wider. “My friends are leaving, and I’ve had enough third wheeling for today.” Aaron glanced past her arm to see the couple walking out the doorway, giggling at their friend. He looked back up into the woman’s hungry eyes. “Wanna be alone together?” She almost whispered.

Aaron wasn’t bad looking, but he also didn’t get hit on very much. His eyes and hair were brown, and at the moment he wasn’t even dressed all that impressively (just jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket). He had never been approached like this before, especially by a taller woman. It was arousing. He put his phone and hand into his pocket, trying to conceal his excitement. “Aren’t I a bit short for you?” He asked sheepishly.

“Au contraire...” She grinned. “You’re just my type, cutie.” She ran a finger on her free hand down his chest. “You like taller girls?” She whispered playfully. Aaron couldn’t tell if there was more burning hot blood in his face or his pants.

His mouth was suddenly dry as a desert, and he could barely speak. “I think I could...” he gasped, “warm up to the idea.” He smiled.

She pushed off the wall and turned her back to him, giving Aaron a view of her ass stuffed tight into her jeans. She turned to face him and grinned, “Shall we?” She asked, reaching her left hand out.

Aaron took his hand out of his pocket as quickly as he could and reached out. As their fingers clasped together, he finished the last dregs of his beer as though his life depended on it, before tossing the can in a nearby recycle bin.

As they reached the door she looked down at him again, the look in her eyes now more hungry than ever. “I’m Lauren.” She said.

Keeping himself from biting his lip, he smiled and replied, “Aaron.”

...

Her apartment was only a five minute walk away from the bar. The building was tall, modern, and a dull blue color. Lauren led Aaron through the glass door and into the lobby. They had spoken a bit about their work and their friends. Neither of them listened too closely to one another as the heat continued to build between them.

Aaron had covertly tucked his erection into his waistband, hoping to hide the fact that he was getting harder every minute. Unfortunately for him, the sight of Lauren’s curvy body and the rubbing of the waistband against his tip only made him more aroused.

Lauren was no better. She kept looking down at Aaron’s lips and clean shaven face, and imagined her self sitting atop it in ecstasy. A few minutes earlier she had also seen him put his hand into his pocket and reach for his crotch. No doubt he was excited for her, too. She began to feel a slickness between her legs.

They crossed the pristine and white-tiled lobby swiftly, ducking into the a silver elevator. Lauren jammed her thumb into the button labeled six, then pulled Aaron close to her chest, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. The doors closed and she wasted no time fulfilling her desires. She leaned down and drove her lips into his with passion and urgency, letting them smack against each other a bit before sliding her tongue into his mouth. Aaron reciprocated, allowing her to move her face into his. Lauren put a hand on his cheek, aiming him higher and allowing her to push her tongue further into his mouth. Aaron moved his hands from his side and onto Lauren’s waist, rubbing them up and down her jeans. At last, he took his right hand and cupped it under her ass, squeezing it firmly and savoring the sensation. She moaned into his mouth.

For a few moments they remained like this, feeling each other’s touch and tongues and the air from their noses. The wet smack of their lips and low moans filled their ears, arousing them both even more.

Half a minute of pleasure felt like half an hour, with the joyride ending when the elevator chimed. They had reached Lauren’s floor.

The pair, hands entwined, practically ran to Lauren’s apartment. She fumbled with the key to the wooden door for a second or two, her hands shaking with excitement. She turned the handle and threw Aaron inside, slamming the door behind her.

Aaron was already shaking his jacket off. Lauren took off her army jacket and hung it up on a hook. Aaron leaned in close to her to hang his up. He turned to Lauren, once again eye level with the top of her chest. Her striped shirt was short sleeved, and revealed her impressive biceps. It also outlined the curve of her large breasts.

She saw him stare for a second, before he looked up to her. “Go ahead.” She smiled.

Aaron buried his head between her tits. He took one in each hand and squeezed . His erection had slipped out of his waistband in the elevator, and poked fiercely against his jeans, begging to get out. Aaron pulled Lauren’s shirt up and kissed the pale tops of her breasts, alternating between making his kisses soft and wet, other times nibbling them lightly. Lauren giggled with pleasure, moaning every now and then. She ran her hands through Aaron’s hair and down his shoulders and arms.

Eventually his hands moved up again and sunk into the top of her purple bra cups, pulling them down to reveal Lauren’s pink, stiff nipples. Lauren’s moans grew louder as Aaron went to work, pleasing her nipples with his mouth. At first he circled them with his tongue, feeling the smooth skin. Then he sucked them, hard and fast, letting in as much of her breast into his mouth as he could handle. Whichever breast wasn’t in his mouth Aaron would take in his hand, squeezing as sensually as he could, or pinching her nipples lightly with his fingers.

Lauren was practically biting her lip to keep her moans from echoing into the hallway. Her panties were certainly ruined by now, turned to nothing more than a wet rag between her legs. Aaron’s throbbing erection was leaking precum, which had soaked through his boxers and into his jeans, leaving a dark stain. Every time he shifted his body the slick precum would stimulate the tip of his cock.

“Hang on.” She finally gasped, planting two hands on his shoulders and lightly pulling him off her breasts. He looked up to her, and she couldn’t help but take his face in her hands and kiss him deeply, the sound of their lips echoing throughout her dim apartment. They put their arms around each other as she leaned into his ear, whispering, “Let’s go to my bed.”

She led him down the dark hallway to her bedroom, flipping her shirt off and whipping the belt off her hips. She flicked on the light of her bedroom and got to work on her bra and jeans. Aaron already had his shirt and pants off as he stepped through the doorway. Lauren was now facing him, topless and with only her wet blue panties on. Her short hair couldn’t conceal the redness of her face and neck.

Once more they embraced each other, feeling the heat of their nearly bare bodies rubbing together. Aaron’s right hand moved between Lauren’s legs, his index finger trailing along the long wet stain. He finally slid it down the top of her panties, feeling the warm fuzz of her short pubic hair, before reaching her hot and sopping wet pussy. Her knees nearly buckled when his index and middle fingers entered her. She leaned hard against him as he began to move his fingers in and out, hunching over to the point where her head was on his shoulder. He took the opportunity to run a hand through her hair, feeling and smelling it. It was soft, and smelled of coconut. He could feel his fully erect cock poking through the hole of his boxers, still dripping with precum.

Even with the pleasure of Aaron’s fingers sending waves of electricity through her, Lauren knew that this wasn’t how she wanted him to thrill her. She took his hand, and pulled it out of her panties. Aaron looked up at her.

“Not like this.” She smiled and pecked him on the cheek. “Get those boxers off.” She began pulling her panties down. Aaron struggled for a moment, but finally managed to pull his penis out of his boxers before sliding them down his legs.

Lauren took him by the shoulders again, and shoved him onto the robin blue sheets of her bed. He backed himself up to the wooden headboard. Lauren began to climb up after him. She put her left hand around his cock, thumbing the head and rubbing his precum about. Aaron was almost certain he would cum if she put her mouth around his manhood.

Alas, she did little more than lift her sticky thumb to her mouth, sucking his precum down.

“You taste good.” She moaned. “Wanna taste me?”

Aaron drooled out a “Fuck yes.” And she moved up toward him, crawling over his body and throbbing cock. Angling her pussy over his face, she sat with both of her ankles pressed into the bed and grabbed the headboard.

Aaron started with her inner thighs. Giving them light, pecking kisses, and tickling them with his tongue. The foreplay excited Lauren even further, driving her mad as she thrashed about. “Good boy.” She moaned. By the time Aaron began nuzzling her pussy, she’d had enough teasing. She reached a hand behind his head guided his mouth up to her dripping cunt.

From there Aaron wasted no time giving her everything he had. He kissed her pussy deeply, brushing his lips against hers, and letting his tongue lap against her insides. He let out great sighs of breath from his nose, using them to tickle her further. “Uuunnghh... Good boy.” She moaned again. Both his hands reached up and grabbed her ass, pushing his mouth further into her flower. He took a moment to find the small bump of her clitoris, then sucked on it as hard as he sucked on her nipples. “Good boy!” Lauren cried.

She was right at the edge of pure bliss, but she needed to share it. She put her hands on Aaron’s shoulders and held him down firmly, then slinked backwards. “Here’s your reward for being such a good boy.” As Lauren reached a hand back and put him inside her, she leaned forward. He could feel her breasts roll across his chest and neck. “I’m on the pill, so don’t worry about releasing inside me.” She whispered in his ear.

With that, Lauren leaned back and began to bounce atop Aaron’s steaming hot member. The heat and grip of her pussy drove him crazy, and he struggled against her strong arms pinning him down. His hands found purchase in the bedsheets, and he gripped them with all his might. Lauren kept bouncing atop him, her fluids mixing with his precum and sweat. The sound of her ass smacking against his thighs and their repetitive gasps and grunts filled the room.

Every time Lauren bounced Aaron got closer to blowing his load, and the waves of pleasure his cock sent through her were getting her close to climaxing. Eventually her hands got too sweaty to hang onto Aaron’s shoulders, and they slipped off him. Aaron, now feeling his cock begin to twitch uncontrollably, took the opportunity to lift himself up. He reached upwards, putting a hand on her gyrating waist, and another around the small of her back. His eyes were now once more level with her bouncing breasts. He took her left nipple in his mouth as he felt himself about go over the edge.

Between sucking he gasped, “Gonna... mmmff... cum... mmmm!”

Lauren gripped his hair and back. “M-me... urrff... too... fuck!”

At last, Aaron felt his cock explode with pleasure and semen, letting out a deep howl as he filled Lauren’s pussy with his love. Lauren herself was a gasping, screaming, mess as she felt her pussy gush with fluid, soaking their legs and her bedding.

They held each other as tight and as close as they could, letting the electricity between them buzz and warm them, before it slowly dissipated. Their breathing and huffing began to ease and slow down.

Lauren arched her back and embraced Aaron. They bathed in the afterglow of the moment, kissing each other passionately as their heart rates slowed. Their kisses now were softer, and their hands moved lightly over each other. They stroked each other, no longer needing to grab, grope, or squeeze, but simply to feel one another’s presence.

Lauren eventually fell down next to Aaron, draping her left arm around his chest.

“Good boy.” She whispered contentedly.

Aaron put his hand over hers, “Thank you.”

After a moment he asked, “Do you need to wash up?” He began to shift out of her grip. “Should I get new blankets?”

Lauren reached over and wrapped her arm around his chest. She easily pulled him into her chest and belly, wrapping a leg around him. They cuddled for a moment, and Aaron was warmed.

“Let’s just rest for a minute.” She smiled. They both sighed happily. “Let’s get to that later, okay?”

As their breaths begin to match and their hearts began to beat as one, Lauren spoke a final time, “We still have some more fun have.” She purred.

They both giggled happily, waiting for each other to be ready to go again.