2: Hooking Up With The Stranger

Kristen's POV

"Why are you men so easy?"

"Trust me, we aren't. You saw me turn down a couple of girls,"

"That's because you knew I had my eyes on you."

"No. I let you in because you and I have something in common."

"And what could that be?"

Blue-eyes doesn't respond but lowers his head to suck my flesh through my cotton bra. Something which makes me angle my head back and push my fingers through his hair because this is coaxing my senses.

Yes, you read right.

I am in the backseat of his car with my shirt torn and the buttons left everywhere. Then there's my huge cleavage for him to feed his lustful gaze on. He didn't kick me out as I had expected earlier, no. Instead, he carried me in a bridal style and left, stunning everyone around, including his friends.

Random people don't behave this way, right?

He accepted my offer and he's been letting me talk the entire time, not even asking me to shut the hell up.

He didn't rip my shirt apart, I did because the urge to satisfy my feminine urges is great.

Blue-eyes let out a throaty groan when he unclasps my bra and stares hard at my exposed bosoms. Something which makes a silk wetness dampen my cotton panties. I need no seer to tell me I'm wet because I know I am.

"They're glamorous," his voice is hot and husky as he grabs a handful of my right bust. His touch is electrifying to my senses like I am jinxed or something.

"Just dip your stuff in me, you can't spend the entire time admiring my body as if you haven't been with a woman before."

Chuckling, he strokes my thigh and leans his head down to mine, "I want to kiss that potty mouth of yours."

"Are you always this way with women you intend to sleep with? Hello, it'd be a blooper on my part to make love with an absolute stranger. Hooking up is easy, I can brush this aside and forget it never happened," it's not me speaking but the alcohol in my system. I've never had a fling with anyone and see it as easy.

Blue-eyes looks at me for a few seconds before nodding and then parts my legs even wider, while he kneels in between them.

"This has to be quick," my voice is thick with lust and the anticipation of having him inside of me.

He unbuckles his belt and slips his pants trousers down to his waist, revealing his hard huge length.

"You're big," my hand is already stroking his manhood at this moment. I am so badly in need to be stretched right now, that it feels like I'm thirsty and it's what I need to survive.

"Can you put on music?" I request at the moment he removes my thong and slips his finger in me.

"No."

"Why?" This comes out as a moan because he's pumping his finger in and out of me, rhyming to the music beat from the club.

"I'd like your moans to be music to my ears."

An incredulous scoff leaves my mouth and I just shake my head because this is amusing.

"Just hurry and get done with it,"

"As you wish,"

"Why are you not possessive or something?"

"You'll figure out yourself," and with this, he removes his finger and fills himself into me roughly, earning a gasp and a low moan from me.

Slowly, he starts pounding into me, with his intense gaze fixated on mine.

Oh god, this is so hot. The way he fills the entire spot of my honeypot as if we're meant to be together… to of course get intimate

I can feel my eyes traveling into the back of my head and I don't want to think I want to burst a nut so fast. No way!

I've never been touched by an older man before. He's like thirteen years older and I can swear that I've never enjoyed missionary this much. I don't even know what is highly stimulating to my senses right now, if it's me nearing my climax, the alcohol doing no justice to my brain cells, or the way he's going at a slow pace in a very professional way.

He's perspiring right now, raises my leg, and puts it on his firm shoulder.

My sweaty hand rests on the car window for support. It's so hot in here that the ambiance circulates into vapor, leaving my wet handprint on the window.

"I feel sorry for your wife or girlfriend, whoever she is. The poor woman is probably asleep while you do this."

"You sure speak a lot," he murmurs, burying his head in the crook of my neck as he drills into me.

"I'm not much of a talker, it's the tequila, virgin Mary, or whatever it's called." I am moaning but my mouth doesn't stop moving.

And his masculine, throaty groans trigger my first orgasm.

Upon feeling my release decorated on his manhood inside my honeypot, he flips me over, lifts my skirt, and spanks my butt.

This feels great! And I think I'm gonna get drunk some other time and do this again. With someone who isn't Blue-eyed.

My breathing gets sharp and heavy because he's taking me from behind. And no, he isn't gentle this time. He's using all of his strength. It's unbearable and pleasurable at the same time. He's going at me like a beast.

The sounds of our moans and wet slaps make everything intoxicating. I want more, him taking me from behind is the best part of this. And I cannot help but grind into him.

His hands reach to cup the large swells of my bosoms for a moment and he sighs in satisfaction after giving them gentle assaults.

Everything ends after he slips his manhood out of me and releases it on my back, with his groans sounding of pain, relief, and lastly satisfaction.

Blue-eyes did make me cum. Five times. And I was willing to go as long as he wanted.

"What's your name?" He asks as he wipes his cum off my back with his hankie.

"Something you shouldn't know," I respond after catching my breath and then I hurriedly put my undies back because I need to return to my friends.

Blue-eyes stay silent and quietly observe me as I try to fix my shirt, but it's all futile because I lost the buttons from ripping the shirt apart earlier.

"Here," he takes an affix pin from his pocket and hooks my shirt, something which makes me blink in uncertainty because he didn't just cover me up.

I fork my fingers through my hair to fix it, before clearing my throat. I'm ignoring his gaze right now because his glinting blue gaze is fixated on me as if he's trying to understand my kind of person.

"If you're expecting a thank you from me, then I'm sorry to disappoint you,"

He chuckles and raises his fisted hand against his mouth as he looks at me.

I try to open the car door but I see that it's locked already.

"What are you doing?" Fear grips me instantly. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"You still haven't told me your name," he lets his tongue touch his lip.

"Are you planning to kidnap me or something?" My eyes are already in a squint and my voice is of course loud.

"No, I would never," he shakes his head at me.

"Then let me go, I don't want to hold any kind of conversation with you. We end here."

Blue-eyes nod and unlock the car and I leave without even taking one last glance at him. This is what I hate, starting up a conversation with someone I just slept with. It'd be awkward and he might end up inviting me over to his place.

"Happy twenty-first birthday, Kristen!" Sapphire and Maddy peal upon seeing me at their side once more. I don't want to think about the man I just slept with, I'd probably never see him again.

"You look bone tired."

"How many rounds did you go?"

"Let's just get the hell out of here," I wave my friends away, "I'm leaving town early in the morning to catch up for my mom's wedding."