One Night Stand: One Night Stand: Book One (3 page)

One Night Stand

by Veronica Tower

Smiling, she picked up her glass and toasted John. "To serendipity. If Liz's mother hadn't broken her hip, I would not be in this bar sharing a glass of wine with a gorgeous, sexy man, wondering what have I done recently to make things start going right in my life."

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Despite the toast, Lisa didn't abandon the topic of Robin.

John put his glass back down and interrupted her. "Do you know that you have the most phenomenal pair of legs?"

It wasn't much of an exaggeration. John's fingers literally itched to touch Lisa there. He'd like to start by stroking her calf then slowly slide his fingers up on a quest of exploration.

He wondered if Lisa was wearing pantyhose or stockings and hoped that before the night was done, he would get the opportunity to answer the question.

Lisa re-crossed her legs in the fashion John found so enticing. He could not tell if it was a nervous gesture or one calculated to bring his cock to attention.

"I don't see what my legs have to do with Robin. I just want to know why you aren't dating her. You say you're friends. Is she married? Committed? Ugly?"

Had John misjudged the situation? He reached out and took Lisa's left hand, pulling it halfway back to him where he could easily cup it between both of his. "Robin is just a friend.

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I've known her for about four years. There's absolutely nothing wrong with her. She's pretty and she's fun. Truth be told, I don't know why we never dated. At first it was probably because we worked together. Now it's because we're friends. We're just not interested in having anything else."

Based on the skeptical expression on her face, John figured Lisa recognized spin when she heard it. If he didn't think of something new quickly, he'd be spending the evening alone. He saw only two possibilities, the worst of which involved calling Robin on the phone. He tried the other approach.

"Don't you have any male non-gay friends?" He cringed when he realized he should have just claimed Robin was a lesbian.

Lisa must have seen the idea cross his face because she laughed suddenly and took a long sip of her wine. "John, I think you're too honest for your own good. So let me first answer your question and then pose one of my own. First, I have a good friend who is male, hetero and desperately available. He's a bit of a geek, but we still have a lot of fun together. We've never kissed, never going to, but he's been there while I've fallen into and out of a half dozen relationships."

"And this man's name?" John asked. He didn't really care except in so much as this guy might serve to balance Lisa's obvious concern over Robin.

"Doug," Lisa told him. Then she seemed to put that part of the conversation behind them. "Now for my other question: 20

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What would you do if I told you that I'm catching Amtrak home tonight?"

John felt his spirits collapse. "Are you telling me that?"

Lisa nodded. "I think so. The classes are done. I had planned to leave for the train already."

John sighed and purposely took a moment to brazenly reappraise Lisa's legs. They were mighty fine—firm, muscular, sleek. He had really wanted to lick his way up them. Now it looked like he would have to make the best of what time they had.

"In that case," John told Lisa, "I would have no other choice but to order us each another glass of wine."

John's statement caught Lisa tilting her glass and she nearly choked with laughter. "You're ... you're going to get me drunk?"

John did his best to look offended. "Certainly not! Drunk women pass out and my plans for us definitely require your consciousness."

Lisa could not suppress her smile. "And the wine?"

John signaled to the bartender who refilled their glasses.

"The way I see it," John told her, "I need to make you tipsy enough that you're not comfortable taking the train home."

Lisa accepted the wine, but didn't sip. "And just where do you think I'll sleep tonight?"

John looked her straight in the eye, no longer smiling, no longer teasing. "Well, you'll be staying with me, but I don't think either of us will be doing much sleeping."

Lisa squirmed in her seat. John decided to go for it. He leaned in close to Lisa and kissed her soft lips. Feeling her 21

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mouth touch his sent a charge tingling through his whole body. Not satisfied, John gently pressed the tip of his tongue against Lisa's lips. She opened immediately to him. His hard cock told him to thrust his tongue home with all the force at his command, but John restrained himself. He was all too aware that they were in a public bar and it was all too possible that Lisa would stop him and run away. Instead, he fluttered the tip of his tongue lightly against Lisa's, and reluctantly pulled away from her.

Lisa sat on her stool, breasts heaving, neck and face flushed. Out of the corner of his eye, John could see the bartender leering at them. John leaned in to kiss Lisa again, but she stopped him by pressing her fingers to his lips. Her breasts still heaved and her nipples strained against her blouse. After a few more ragged breaths, she leaned in closer, dropping her hand to stroke John's inner thigh. Her hot breath tickled John's ear and her lips actually brushed his lobe.

"Don't worry, John," she told him. "You've convinced me.

We are both definitely getting lucky tonight!"

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They skipped dinner.

As Lisa finished whispering in John's ear he stood, slipped his arms around her waist, pulled her off her stool, and 22

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crushed her body against his. His rigid cock pressed against her stomach; his hard lips against her mouth. His left hand began to creep its way toward her breast, stopping painfully just shy.

With obvious effort, John broke away from Lisa's mouth.

"We need to get a cab!" He fumbled with his right hand for his wallet while simultaneously squeezing Lisa even more tightly against him with the left. She responded by encircling him with her own arms, standing on the tips of her toes and grinding against the length of his hard cock. She squirmed in delight as a little shudder of pleasure shot upward toward her breasts.

John turned them toward the door, wallet still in hand as he tossed a few loose bills on the bar. He steered Lisa out onto the sidewalk before once again locking his mouth on hers. She pushed her tongue hard into his mouth and her body tight against him. He was getting even harder and she longed to put her hand between them and feel the length and girth of his cock.

John half released her to begin waving at cabs. It was rush hour and it took quite a while. Lisa used the time to burrow in against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart racing against her own.

A cab finally pulled over beside them. John ushered her inside and gave the cabbie a west side address. Almost before he had finished speaking, Lisa moved halfway on top of him, sliding her left leg over his and bruising her mouth down on top of him.

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John's right hand cupped her breast at last, thumb rubbing across her engorged nipple. She pulled his face down hard into her cleavage and felt his first kisses on her bare flesh.

The cab took a quick corner, knocking Lisa off of John's lap. The cabbie laughed out an apology. "Sorry about that. I guess I should keep my eyes on the road."

Lisa started to make an indignant protest, but John distracted her by pulling her back toward him. His right hand found her inner knee and slid upward where they both wanted him to be.

The cabby's eyes squinted at them in the rearview mirror.

Again Lisa started to complain, but John's tongue thrust into her mouth and his fingers finally found the fork of her legs.

His thumb pressed hard against her lips, forcing her panties and pantyhose a little ways inside of her, then slid straight up her pussy and onto her clit.

A shudder rocked Lisa's body and she missed a breath.

John did it again.

Lisa fought her mouth free of his. John's thumb circled hard over her clitoris and her whole body trembled, suddenly desperate for release.

The cabby's eyes fixed on hers, threatening to ruin the moment even as John's thumb stroked her closer to an orgasm. The cabby kept staring. She hated him. "John, don't!

Wait!"

Lisa's breath came in huge ragged gasps and her glasses began to fog. John's thumb never hesitated. His lips slipped from her mouth and latched onto her neck. The cabby actually pulled the car over to the curb so he could turn 24

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around and get a better view up her bunched skirt through the protective glass.

"The cabby!" Lisa gasped and then the orgasm overwhelmed her, igniting muscle-wrenching spasms up and down her body.

John clamped her more tightly against him and twisted his thumb even more forcefully. Lisa tried to grasp his hand, but failed to move him before the orgasm broke into a second series of spasms even more powerful than the first.

Lisa finally got a firm enough grip on John's forearm that she could force his thumb away from its target. John simply changed tactics and ground the heel of his palm into her mound, setting off a third wave of less forceful, totally delicious aftershocks.

John broke his mouth free of Lisa's neck, and told the cabby to start driving. Then he snuggled her tightly against him, right hand still tightly cupping her pussy. Little shudders continued to work their way up and down her body. Her breathing would not return to normal.

"I've got to tell you, buddy. That is one hot woman you've got there," the cabby announced. "I ain't ever seen anything like that in my cab."

John ignored the creature, but mischievously shifted his hand to bring his thumb back to bear on Lisa's clitoris.

She stopped him cold with a tight grip on his wrist, but moving his hand let the cool air touch her pussy, causing another mild tremor to shake her body. Her voice brooked no disagreement. "You can wait! We've given this man enough of a free show!"

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The cabby laughed.

John returned his palm to its resting place on Lisa's pussy.

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John thought he would have to support Lisa as they walked from the cab to his building. He had never felt a woman climax so strongly. He didn't think that they could outside of pornographic movies. And he loved the way she had collapsed against him when her orgasm subsided, shudders still occasionally twitching their way through her body.

John paid the asshole cabby, then circled his arm around Lisa's waist and led her to the front doors of his building.

Luckily, he didn't have a doorman. Between Lisa's disarrayed clothes, his own erection pushing past his belt, and the flush on both their necks and faces, he would be happy not to run into anyone—whatsoever.

The elevator posed a problem. It was always filled with elderly men and women who seemed to have nothing better to do than ride up and down all day. The stairs tended to be more private, except when there were teenagers hanging out in them. He decided they might as well try the elevator.

John pushed the call button, and turned his attention back to Lisa. His lips easily opened hers and their tongues met again, flittering delicately against each other. The elevator arrived, disembarking a nearly blind old woman who nodded pleasantly in their direction.

John pulled Lisa inside and pushed the button for the fourth floor. Half an eternity later, the doors slid closed without admitting any other passengers.

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John pushed Lisa up against the wall and pulled her blouse the rest of the way out of her skirt. That led him to slide his left hand up the bare flesh of her stomach until his fingers found the lacey white bra. The contact caused the head of his cock to pulse with urgency. He didn't think he'd ever been this hard before. He
needed
to come and was desperate to get Lisa to a place where he could do something about it.

The elevator doors opened and John reluctantly removed his hand. He fished in his pocket for his keys as he led Lisa down the hall. His cock throbbed painfully, so totally engorged that he must be an inch longer now than he had ever been before.

Keys finally in hand, he backed Lisa up against the door and tried blindly to get the key into the first of his three locks.

Lisa's fingers began to tickle his dick through his trousers.

She smiled up at him, teasing him, fully aware of how crazy her touch made him feel. If she didn't ease off, he would ejaculate in his pants and spoil everything.

The key slid home and John twisted the lock open. Lisa slid down to her knees in front of him. He could feel her hot breath on his dick even through his pants. God, he couldn't get any harder could he? What if a neighbor came out in the hall?