Stranger sex erotica
"Pixie's Pub" a sex story by Iona Blair
Shawna couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Tall and tanned with cropped black hair, he was sexy as hell. His butt looked tight and inviting on the bar stool. He looked like a Kevin, she decided, her mind seething with hot fantasies.
“Penny for them.” Don, her current live-in was a nice guy, but boring in bed.
Shawna stared guiltily and covered her discomfiture by ordering another drink. “They’re not worth it,” she replied airily.
Meanwhile, “Kevin” had established eye contact with her, via the mirror behind the bar. He smiled seductively and winked. Desire snaked through Shawna like an electric current. You bastard, she thought. If I ever get my hands on you, I’m gonna ride you ‘til you beg for mercy.
“Let’s dance,” suggested Don. He drained his glass, and stood up.
Shawna felt extremely sexy in her short dress and skimpy thong panties. She eased herself out of the booth. Her twitching pussy left a wet stain on the leather.
The dance floor in Pixie’s Pub was small and crowded, but the band was mediocre.
She strained against Don, breathing in his after-shave. She was so horny, courtesy of "Kevin", that she thought she might be consumed in flames. She felt Don’s cock grow hard against her, and she made a fucking movement with her ass. But dammit, her pussy was selective. It was "Kevin" it craved.
“Let’s get outta here,” Don whispered, his eyes hot with intent. But Shawna wasn’t ready to leave. She wanted to feast her eyes on "Kevin" while she sipped another gin.
However, he no longer sat at the bar. Perhaps he’s just gone to the John, she thought. Disappointment gripped her like pincers. “I have to pee,” she said and headed off to the washrooms.
There were about ten stalls, all of them occupied, but the single cubicle designed for wheelchairs was free. Shawna went in and locked the door. She felt hot and swollen. Her breasts and pussy ached with longing. She caressed herself, noticing how full her lips looked in the cracked mirror above the sink. “Just like my pussy lips,” she thought, slipping her fingers over her flint-hard clit. She was standing up, one foot resting on the john while she finger-fucked herself, when someone knocked on the door.
“It’s occupied,” she called out irritably.
“Let me in,” said a husky male voice that she immediately knew was Kevin’s, even though she had never heard him speak.
“You’ve got a nerve,” she accused—but weakly—as she opened the door.
He slipped in quickly and locked the door.
Shawna gazed up into his green eyes and lost herself there. The effect he’d had on her in the bar was magnified in this confined space. She could smell the heady maleness of him and reeled from the onslaught of the hormones that leached out of his pores. His cock bulged hard in his jeans.
Neither one spoke as they joined together in a ritual as ancient as time itself. There was no need for words. Kevin tugged down her thongs, unzipped his pants, and pushed her against the wall. Shawna opened her legs wide and squatted down to accommodate him. She licked her lips, her pussy contracting in anticipation as he rolled a condom onto his cock. It was circumcised, granite-hard and oozing with pre-come. He pushed it into her immediately. Shawna gasped and arched her back. Her pussy muscles clamped eagerly around him.
Time or place ceased to exist as he pounded her. His cock drove in and out of her with rhythmic precision. Shawna slipped her hands underneath his sweater, relishing the feel of his smooth back as—half-crazed with desire—she raked her nails across it.
As the tempo increased she could feel the orgasm, which promised to be a whopper, start deep within her womb. Kevin lifted her up, cupping her ass in his hands. She wound her legs around his waist and took the fucking of her life.
They came in unison. Shawna grasped onto him for dear life, while the contractions, which were almost painful in their intensity, went on and on and on… She muffled her screams in his shoulder.
An impatient knocking on the door brought them rudely back to reality. “Hurry up in there, other people have to go too.”
Shawna smoothed her disheveled appearance, then, with head held high, she marched out of the washroom behind Kevin.
“Where have you been? I thought you were lost.” Don ordered another round of drinks.
“Oh, the washrooms were like a mad house.” She was grateful for the dim lighting in the lounge-bar that hid her flushed face and glassy eyes. They were the first words she had spoken since the erotic encounter in the private cubicle had begun. “I had to wait for ages to get in. I was afraid I’d pee myself.”
Kevin had returned to his place on the bar stool and ordered a beer. Shawna was guiltily aware of the imprint of his cock inside her pussy. Sex with him had been even better than the fantasy. It had been like a dizzying spin on a carnal carousel. Her pussy palpitated at the memory.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” asked Don. “You don’t seem yourself, somehow.”
“I’m fine … fine. Just a little tired,” she answered cautiously.
“Drink up then, and we’ll go.”
But Shawna couldn’t bear the thought of leaving before she had some way of contacting Kevin. There had been no time for the exchange of personal information, given the urgent nature of their coupling, and hasty departure from the scene. She longed to enjoy him in the comfort of a bed, where they could explore each other at leisure.
“You go ahead and get the car warmed up, I’ll be right out,” she said, as casually as possible.
But Don wasn’t going for it. In fact, she could see the suspicion in his eyes. So he had twigged what was going on, she decided. Probably a sort of primeval instinct that warned when one’s mate was involved with another. Shawna knew that the passionate abandon of her fucking with Kevin had changed her forever. She blushed, recalling how he had pulled down her panties, pushed her against the wall and pounded her until she exploded.
Should she return to the washroom to buy more time? Surely Kevin—who must want contact info as much as she did—would follow? She was very aware of his presence just a few yards away, but was afraid to look at him for fear of arousing Don’s suspicions even more.
Don drained his glass and stood up. “Come on,” he said, in a voice that brooked no argument.
“I… I have to pay another quick call,” Shawna lied. She eased her way out of the booth. “Gin always makes me pee big time.”
But the ruse didn’t work. She could see that Don wasn’t about to let her out of his sight. He walked with her to the toilets and waited outside.
She kept her distance from him, afraid that he would get the scent of Kevin from her skin and hair, and as soon as they got home she jumped into the shower. She hated to wash the odor of Kevin down the drain, fearing that it might be the last time she would ever smell him. She resolved to return to the bar the next day, and leave her email address with the bartender.
She wouldn’t allow Don to fuck her that night, afraid that he would somehow “know” that another cock had been there, and so recently too. Instead, she pulled back his foreskin and gave him a blowjob. She fondled his balls and stuck her pinkie in his ass. He moaned in pleasure and ended up squirting cum all over her face.
* *
Shawna haunted Pixie’s Pub for weeks. Every night after work she would drop by and stay for as long as she dared. But Kevin did not appear, and the bartenders didn’t recognize him by the description she provided. She felt desolate and disappointed. Sometimes she wondered if she’d just dreamed the whole horny incident. Maybe Kevin was only a figment of her overheated imagination? After all, getting balled against a wall in a washroom, and by a total stranger at that, was the stuff that fantasies—very steamy ones—were made of.
“Maybe it’s better that you never find him.” suggested Gail, her best friend at work. “You know, keep it in the realm of fantasy? I mean you don’t even know each others' names. I think that’s the ultimate in romantic eroticism.” She stared dreamily into space, with a smile on her lips.
“I can’t stop thinking about him, though. I think he’s the one.”
“You mean your soul mate?”
“Yeah, something like that. We did make an instant connection.”
“I’ll say you did,” laughed Gail.
* *
As she sipped on a drink at Pixie’s, Shawna daydreamed about what would happen if Kevin walked in. Her mind was full of these erotic fantasies, night and day. They would rush to each other immediately and lock in a passionate embrace. “God, I’m so glad I’ve found you,” Kevin would whisper. Shawna would feel his cock rise like steel against her crotch. They would go to the washroom and fuck for old times sake, before speeding off to a comfortable bed where they would remain for days.
She was on her way out, waving a friendly goodbye to the bartender, who by her frequent visits she had gotten to know, when she almost collided with a tall man with tanned skin and cropped black hair. It was “Kevin”.
“I… ” The shock temporarily robbed her of speech. It was as she stood there frozen to the spot that she noticed the woman behind him. Disappointment clutched at her like eagle’s claws. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
She felt jealous and betrayed, and also very foolish. She’d been living in a fool’s paradise for far too long, and this was the rude awakening.
Somehow, she managed to propel her numb legs forward. She would never, she vowed, return to Pixie’s again.
It was while she unlocked her car door, tears blurring her vision, that she felt his touch on her arm. She spun round to face him.
“Don’t say anything.” He laid a finger on her lips and handed her a piece of paper with a telephone number. “Call me.”
Then he turned and walked away.
* *
“And are you going to?” Gail had a lewd gleam in her eyes.
“Just try to stop me.” His touch and closeness had revived all the magic of their first meeting, and sent her pussy juices rushing. She intended to have that man in a bed, if it was the last thing she did.
When she dialed the all-important number, she was met by his answering machine. “Meet me at Pixie’s, tomorrow night at eight,” she said and hung up. They still didn’t know each others' names, and Shawna wanted to keep it that way, at least until after they had fucked again. “Kevin”, she was sure, felt the same. The anonymity added an irresistible twist of the bizarre to the erotic.
He was already there when she arrived—it had taken her ages to do her hair and decide which outfit to wear—and he was sitting on the same bar stool as before. Shawna slid onto the stool beside him and ordered a gin and tonic. They devoured each other with their eyes, but didn’t speak. The closeness, the promise of what was to come was enough. It was like a spell they couldn’t risk breaking. The tension built until Shawna didn’t think she could stand it any longer. She was so horny that her nipples leaked fluid and her pussy palpitated like a wildly beating heart. How long could she sit like this and keep her hands off him?
When Kevin finally got up and went in the direction of the washrooms, she waited for a couple of minutes and then followed. There were only a few people in Pixie’s, so the cubicle was unoccupied. But if Kevin expected it to be an exact replay of their first encounter, he would be in for a surprise, she thought with a giggle. For tonight, she planned to take the lead.
Before he knew what was happening Shawna had unbuckled his belt and driven into his mouth with her tongue. She heard his sharp intake of breath, as she knelt on the cold tiles and rolled a condom onto his cock. Then she took the full length of it, from tip to shaft into her mouth. She had dreamed of this moment for so long. She caressed the insides of his thighs, and fondled his balls. They were tight and full. He grabbed hold of her head and fucked her mouth as rhythmically as he’d done her pussy when he’d pounded her against the wall. She teased his anus with her finger then worked it inside. He convulsed and came. Shawna rubbed her dripping pussy against his leg and orgasmed in a heart beat.
She leaned against the wall, inviting him to fuck her again as he had before. But Kevin had other plans. His cock, which had deflated slightly after the humongous orgasm in Shawna’s mouth, now rose to the occasion again. In one swift movement he had bent her over and slid his cock into her twitching pussy. She grabbed the toilet for support, making a mental note to wash her hands well afterward.
Kevin teased her nipples and clit with his fingers while never missing a beat in the expert fucking he dished out to her. Shawna moaned and ground her ass closer against him. “Fuck me harder,” she murmured. “I can take it.” When he did, she reached the orgasm of her life. “Christ, you hit my g-spot,” she whispered.
“Is everything all right in there?” Shawna recognized the bartender’s voice on the other side of the door.
“Er, yes… everything’s just fine,” she replied breathlessly. She smiled up at Kevin who agreed with a wink, that it certainly was.
* *
“I never thought anything like this would happen.” Don caught the waiter’s eye and ordered another round. Pixie’s Pub rocked with the beat of a Blues Quartet. “You getting hooked on this guy.”
“I know. Neither did I.” Shawna sipped a Brandy Alexander.
“It hurts like the Dickens. I don’t want to lose you.”
Shawna shrugged. She looked miserable. “I feel guilty as hell about this. I’m sorry.”
Don lit a cigarette. “It’s not your fault.” He blew a spiral of smoke towards the ceiling. “It’s mine.”
“Look, don’t torment yourself like this. Shit happens.”
Don laughed bitterly. “Nah, I don’t agree. I made it happen.”
“But your intentions were good. You thought your fantasy of me being with another man would spice up our relationship.”
“Instead, it may have ended it.” Don shook his head. “I did get off on pretending to be the cuckold though… big time.”
“If it’s any consolation, I’m just another trick to him.” Shawna shook her head, her expression puzzled. “I thought he was a friend of yours. Why didn’t you tell me he was a male escort?”
Don stubbed out his cigarette. “I thought it would spoil the fantasy.”
Shawna toyed with her drink stick. “I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier. You know, about the best way of getting over one guy is to ball with another.”
Don nodded. “It’s always worth a try. That’s why I suggested we come here.”
“After calling the escort agency…”
“Talking of which, I think I see our man coming in right now.”
Shawna swiveled round. “Wow, he’s a looker.”
“Okay, no more chatter.” Don tossed back his drink. “Lights, cameras, roll ‘em… let the fantasy begin…”
Originally published June 2010