The Pick Up

The Pick Up The Pick Up

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Hubie makes a play for a beautiful woman and is rewarded with a night of surprises.

Summary

Hubie makes a play for a beautiful woman and is rewarded with a night of surprises.

Content

Submitted: November 29, 2015

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Submitted: November 29, 2015

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He smiled when he saw her walk in.  He couldn’t remember her name at all, but he’d never forget her face.  He’d chatted with her two weekends ago, but was so drunk he probably made a fool out of himself.  About the only thing he remembered was her saying, “My boyfriend will be here soon and he wouldn’t be happy to see us chatting.” 

He’d been fantasizing about her ever since and tonight he was only two beers in so he wouldn’t be so slurry.  He was happy to see she was alone and even happier when she smiled when they made eye contact.  He looked at his friend and said, “Here goes nothing” and since he was a smartass just like himself he quickly retorted, “Getting shot down in flames again?  Good luck soldier.” 

When he was a few feet from her she said, “Uh oh; not again”; not exactly inspiring words, but her smile and twinkling eyes gave him a little confidence boost.

He introduced himself again and just before she said her name he goes, “Claire, right?”

She smiled again and said, “As much as you were slurring the other night, I’m surprised you remembered.” 

He laughed and said, “Yeah, sorry if I said anything really stupid or offensive and I remembered your name as soon as I looked into those amazing eyes of yours.” 

She actually blushed a little bit and quickly said, “No apologies needed; you were drunk, but still a gentleman and actually kind of amusing.” 

He smiled and then looked towards the door, “Do I need to vamoose?  Is the boyfriend parking the car or something?” 

“Vamoose?  Good Lord, you’re old” she teased him and then she quickly added, “The days of him opening my car door or dropping me off near a door when its cold out are long gone, so no he’s not on his way.  I’m waiting for a friend whose always late, so I’d be happy to have you amuse me some more.” 

He bowed like a servant and said, “It would be my pleasure, but I have to admit I’m not drunk tonight so I might not be as amusing.”  Her smile gave him confidence and he added, “You might just see my darker side instead.” 

She moved on her stool to cross her legs and he took the opportunity to look at her nice legs as she did so.  She was wearing a wool skirt and tights along with a button up blouse and she looked damn enticing. 

She seemed to appreciate his gaze and then asked, “Oh?  You have a dark side, Hubie?” 

She leaned forward towards him and he glanced down at the slight amount of cleavage she exposed as there were several buttons undone.  Her smile was very sexy as his eyes returned to hers and it was obvious what he’d been looking at and he leaned closer and rested his hand on her thigh and whispered, “Yes Claire; I do have a dark side.  You probably shouldn’t provoke me.” 

She didn’t push his hand off her leg and instead touched his arm that was resting on the bar before saying, “Well, I don’t take orders from anybody, especially strangers, so I’ll do what I want.  So tell me; what’s so dark about you?  You look like a big ole adorable teddy bear.”  She giggled slightly before adding, “A skinny one obviously, but definitely a sweetie versus some dark and dangerous guy.”

It was a very nice compliment and he let his eyes thank her before he moved his thumb along her leg as he let the silence and hopefully, the sexual tension, grow between them. 

He finally said, “Don’t forget I warned you” and then he moved even closer so his leg was now pressed against her hip as he continued to stand while she sat perched on her stool.  He brushed her hair back from her neck and then whispered, “Let’s see, you’re out without the boyfriend and you look amazing by the way.”  She smiled and mouthed a silent thank you and he then added in a very breathless voice, “So, tell me what you’re wearing underneath.” 

It wasn’t a question; more of an order and she quickly latched onto that and said, “Another order, Hubie?  You really didn’t listen to me earlier, did you and why do you want to know?” 

He smiled and he moved his hand ever so slightly up her leg as he put a little more pressure into his caress before answering, “First, I’m a bit of a pervert and I’d like to know what kind of lingerie a sexy woman like you wears and second, if you put something sexy on before going out without her boyfriend would give me some insight into what you’re thinking.” 

She giggled and he was glad she was enjoying their flirtation and then she said, “Hmmmm, a pervert and apparently some kind of profiler?  You think what I’m wearing will tell you something?”  She then leaned over again and added, “Why don’t you just sneak a peek like you were doing earlier?  You’ll probably see my bra.” 

This time he kept his eyes on hers and he loved how alive her eyes looked.  They were sparkling with amusement, but he also noticed a sultry look to them.  His hand hadn’t stopped moving and he wondered if she was aroused by all of this because he sure was.  The tights she was wearing were probably quite warm in this winter weather, but they were also very soft to the touch.  Without breaking his gaze on her blue eyes, he whispered, “I want you to describe your bra and panty because it will turn you on to do so.” 

His hand was now at the edge of her skirt and his thumb caressed her inner thigh less than twelve inches from her pussy.  Her eyes flickered shut for a moment and then opened and they had an edge in them as she bluntly said, “Oh, you think so?  You think that I’ll get turned on by telling you about my lingerie?” 

He quickly said, “Yep; to be more specific, you’ll be more turned on.” 

She uncrossed her legs as she gazed at him and without looking at her legs, he knew her knees weren’t together and he hoped the heat and wetness was building in her pussy.  It was thrilling as fuck to have this sexy woman getting turned on by both his words and his touch.

“Jesus, you’re insane, aren’t you?” she gasped.  He simply nodded and after taking a deep breath she pulled on his arm to get him to lean down to her and she whispered in his ear, “A green bra and thong.” 

When she leaned back away from him she was blushing profusely and he gazed at her thinking of how delicious her pussy was going to taste.  He shook his head and leaned into her and he moved his hand up under her skirt as his caresses continued.  “That wasn’t much of a description, my dear; you can do better than that.” 

He turned so that his ear was close to her lips and she put her hand down onto his hand on her leg.  She squeezed it as she spread her legs a little more before whispering, “It’s a front hook bra; demi cup style, a dazzling green with delicate white lace on the cups.  Happy now?”

She looked exasperated that she’d given into him and his lips ran along her ear before saying, “Not yet, sexy.  You didn’t describe the thong well enough.  Shall I ask you questions about it?” 

She nodded as if that was a relief.

He eye fucked her for a second and his fingers were now only inches away from her pussy and he decided he was either a few minutes from getting her out of the bar and somewhere private or he was about to get shot down.  Either way, this was exhilarating as hell and he wasn’t going to stop until he’d taken his best shot. 

This time he didn’t whisper and she seemed to flinch at the realization that others might hear their sexy Q&A. 

“Matching color?”

“Yes.”

“Satin?”

“Yes.”

“Same white lace as your bra?”

She glanced around to the others at the bar before whispering, “Yes.” 

He moved his face so it was only inches away from hers and he gave her what he hoped was his sexiest smile and asked, “Wet?”

“Very” she said without hesitation and then she gasped as he turned his hand so that his fingers could slide along her pussy.  She leaned back instinctively to give him better access and he curled his fingers up to increase the pressure. 

He watched the pleasure displayed on her face and he whispered in her ear, “Ready to get out of here, Claire?” 

He continued to run his fingers along her slit; wishing she hadn’t worn tights and she made no move to stop his intimate caress, but she softly said, “I shouldn’t.” 

It was not unexpected that she was questioning what she should do and he looked deep into her eyes as his fingers continued to torment her as he whispered, “Actually you should.  If you say he’s not doing simple things like opening doors for you, he’s probably not very generous in bed either.” 

He knew he was taking a huge risk by reminding her of her boyfriend, but he felt he was right with his assessment and so he added, “I, on the other hand, would love nothing more to than taste your sweet honey.  To tongue your pussy and suck on your clit until you lose control and roll me onto my back and ride my face until you cum so hard and so wet that it feels like an out of body experience.  Doesn’t that sound amazing, sexy?” 

He watched her petite breasts rise and fall as she tried to control her breathing and he looked at the bartender and made a motion with his hand for their checks.  His fingers grazed her clit and she reached for his arm to squeeze it as her pleasure intensified.  He was just quick enough and he moved his arm and turned slightly so her hand landed on his hard cock instead.  Her eyes went wide, but she didn’t release him and actually stroked its entire length softly. 

In a voice he could barely hear, she whispered, “You’re not a psycho, are you?  I’ve never done anything like this before.” 

He leaned in close to her and he gazed into her eyes which now showed her indecision, “Claire; I’m completely normal.  I just find you incredibly sexual and desirable and I want to make you feel that way; I want to make you cum again and again.  However, if you’re concerned or not sure, I understand.  I don’t want you to do something you think you might regret.” 

He withdrew his hand and fought the urge to suck his fingers because even through her tights his fingers had become wet from her honey.  She gasped in dismay at the loss of his touch and he added, “I didn’t want to influence your decision.” 

She giggled and said, “Oh, now you’re going to play fair?” 

He laughed and then she added, “I think my only regret would be if I don’t leave with you.” 

His eyes went wide in surprise that she was going to leave with him and as he threw money on the bar she squeezed his arm and said, “That look of surprise is exactly why I know I can trust you.  You don’t even realize just how much I want to leave with you, do you?” 

He shook his head no and simply smiled as he threw money on the bar for their tabs.  He waved at his shocked friend before walking her out of the bar.  His car was right by the door and he opened her door and she smiled and as she settled into the passenger seat, he leaned in and kissed her.  It was a soft kiss just to enjoy her lips for an instant, but she wrapped her arm around his neck and held him there as she quickly increased the passion of the kiss.  She finally pushed him away playfully and said, “Hurry up and warm me up again; this cold air is brutal.” 

He literally ran around the car and as he slammed it into gear he said his place was a 15 minute drive.  She purred, “My place is only a mile from here.  We’re going there!”

Her urgency thrilled him and after she told him where to go, he cooed, “How do you like it best, Claire?” 

He wanted to give her every ounce of pleasure possible so he was doing his research ahead of time.  She smiled, blushed and then shrugged her shoulders before saying, “Honestly, I really haven’t liked it very often regardless of the position, but I’m hoping you will fix that.  You had me closer to an orgasm in that bar then my boyfriend has ever had me, so you tell me how you like it.” 

He reached out to stroke her thigh again and to his surprise she spread her legs and pulled his hand to her crotch and he realized that he was in for a delightful evening.  He purred, “Well, after I eat that tasty pussy of yours..” She interrupted his train of thought as she moaned and then yanked her tights down enough so she could guide his fingers past her thong and inside her.  She was incredibly wet as well as tight and a moment later she was pressing her wet fingers into his mouth as she growled, “Is it tasty like you thought, Hubie?” 

He sucked on her fingers and nodded enthusiastically as she tasted amazing.  She pulled her fingers out of his mouth, guided them back into her pussy and resumed humping his fingers before moaning, “Tell me more; I love the sound of your voice.” 

He was thrilled with how eagerly she humped his fingers and he took a deep breath as he tried to keep his eyes on the road.  “Well, sexy; after you cum in my mouth, you’re going to ride me. That way you can control the pace, how deep I go and I’ll have easy access to your sweet tits and sensitive clit.” 

His fingers teased her clit just as he mentioned it and she grabbed his hand and gasped, “Ohhhhhh; fuck yessssssss!” 

He was just pulling into her apartment complex so he pulled to a stop and he held his hand in place as she moved against his fingers.  There was a streetlight just above her side of the car and he was mesmerized by the sweet bliss painted on her face as she orgasmed from his touch.  She tried to pull his hand away, but he tenderly caressed her love button a few more times to trigger one more shock wave for her. 

He was smiling with delight when she finally opened her eyes and then threw herself towards him and kissed him hungrily.  “Oh baby; get me to my apartment!” 

His cock ached as they hustled up the stairs to her place, giggling along the way as she mentioned that her legs were still wobbly.  He grabbed her ass and told her that he wasn’t going to stop until she was paralyzed from pleasure. 

Once inside the door, he couldn’t wait any longer and he pressed her against the wall as his mouth claimed hers.  He told her to take off her blouse and she purred, “You do it, stud.” 

He was consumed with his need to have all of her and he growled, “I’ll rip it off if you don’t hurry!” 

Her eyes went wide and she cooed, “Oh that will cause a problem; my boyfriend bought me this blouse.” 

Hearing that caused Hubie’s adrenaline to peak and he grabbed her blouse at the top button and yanked.  Buttons could be heard hitting the walls, but that sound was quickly replaced by her groan as he pulled her sexy bra cups down so his fingers could maul her nipples.  Her body was on fire and she growled that she needed him.  He dropped to his knees and yanked her skirt, tights and thong down all in one rough rip.  After freeing one leg, he lifted that leg as his tongue slid down the length of her soaking pussy.  His fingers moved back inside her and she began humping his mouth wildly as she groaned that she needed him inside her.  Her taste and scent were intoxicating but the need to feel her pussy around his cock overpowered him.   

He pulled her towards him as he leaned back so he was flat on his back.  She frantically ripped at his slacks and soon his pants were at his knees and she was guiding his cock head up and down her lips.  When she finally impaled herself down onto him, she arched her back as she made what could only be described as a roar and he sat up because he’d never felt someone as wonderfully tight as she was.  His mouth found a nipple again after finally undoing her bra.  Her fingers moved through his short hair again as she rode him while holding his face to her tits in a tight embrace. 

Her riding became more intense and she had oozed so much honey that their bodies slapped together in an erotic symphony.  He gazed up into her intense eyes and growled, “Rub your clit for me, Claire.” 

She pushed his chest and he let his upper body fall back to the floor so he could watch her as she rode him and teased her clit.  She was amazingly sexy as he watched and enjoyed her tight pussy milking at his cock.  She fell forward as her orgasms ripped through her and she clawed at his chest hair with her free hand.  The pain pushed him over the edge and he emptied himself into her hot snatch over and over again. 

When she finally moved off of him he sighed at the loss of her warmth but when she laid her head on his chest and whispered, “Please tell me this isn’t just a one night stand.”


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