Rachel Meets Mike

Rachel Meets Mike

Rachel was exhausted. It had been a ridiculously long day. Phones ringing. People bitching about one thing or the other. A typical day in cubicle-land.

She pushed open the door of the bar and paused while her eyes adjusted to the dark. Rachel wound her way through the tables, pausing at a few to say hello to a few other regulars and waving at others across the room. Rafe set up her usual gin and tonic as she approached the bar. She sat on a bar stool and took a long grateful sip.

“Thanks, Rafe.”

“No worries, Rachel. You look beat.”

“Yea, it’s been a helluva day.” She rolled her shoulders as she tried to relax. She turned on the bar stool to face outwards, scanning to see who else was there. She realized that she really just wanted a nice hard fuck. Something that would help her release some tension and some frustration.

Rachel slid off the stool and leaned back against the bar. She’d left her jacket and her panties in the car, so was wearing a long-sleeved white blouse made of a sort of silky material. It was so light and soft against her skin and just a hint of a see-through. If someone looked closely enough, they’d see the lace on her bra. Her skirt was somewhat straight and stopped a few inches above her knee. She was a biker and a hiker, so her legs were good. She wore no stockings that day with her 3″ heels.

Rachel crossed her ankles as she leaned against the bar and closed her eyes as she took another long sip of her drink. She turned back to the bar to ask Rafe for a refill and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. Now there that lace on her bra was no secret at all.

Rafe poured her another and, having watched her, poured it stiff. She felt the gin before she tasted it and it felt good as it burned down her throat. She closed her eyes again and thought about how she would like to be taken. As she thought about rough fingers and 5 o’clock shadow on her shaved pussy, she felt her nipples harden and her cunt get wet.

She smelled him before she felt him brush against her as he walked up to the bar and ordered an Irish neat.

“You okay?”

She opened her eyes, startled. “Yea, I’m fine. Just trying to relax and decompress, you know?”

Rachel eyed him and realized she’d not seen him before. This bar tended to be frequented by guests staying at the hotel a couple of blocks down the road, so she figured he was staying there. He was about an inch or so taller than she, dark hair. Nice build. Nice suit. She couldn’t help but wonder about the size and feel of his cock. It was all she could do not to reach between his legs to check him out.

“God I need to be fucked,” she thought. To the man she said, “Are you staying at the Carlyle?”

“Yes,” he replied, looking a bit startled himself. She explained how and why she guessed that. He drained his drink and asked for another.

“It’s been a bitch of a day,” he said.

Rachel asked him what happened and he spent several minutes talking through the business deal that started to go south but how he was able to pull it out its tailspin but he wouldn’t know until the next morning if he’d locked it up or not. “So the trick,” he said, “is to get drunk enough without being so hungover I blow the deal tomorrow.” He glanced at Rachel as he rolled his shoulders. “My name is Mike.” Rachel and Rafe grinned at each other recognizing Mike’s attempt to roll out his stress.

Rachel and Rafe were occasional fuck buddies depending on his schedule. She wanted to take him right now behind the bar–she loved the feeling of his hard thick cock in her–but she knew he would be busy for another few hours.

She turned and sat on the bar stool facing him. She slowly crossed her legs and made sure he watched. She signaled and Rafe poured each of them another drink. “There are, you know, other options to just drinking.”

He eyed her thigh as he put back his third Irish, then put his warm hand on her thigh. “Yes, I think I know what you mean.”

Rachel stood up and leaned in against him, pressing her hand against his chest before sliding it down slowly. “My name is Rachel, by the way, and I wouldn’t mind the idea of a little stress relief myself.” With that, her hand reached his crotch and she very softly started to massage his growing hardness.

He groaned softly, almost growled. “Where? Here? Now?”

“Let’s go in the back for the first time. And then if you want more, maybe your hotel room?”

He grabbed her wrist. “Show me.”

She led him to the back office. She wondered if Rafe left the cameras on in here. They were barely in the office and he pressed her against the wall, grabbing her tits and massaging them hard. Rachel reached down and unzipped him, then reached in to stroke his cock. He was bigger than she thought and that just made her wetter.

He reached down to force up her skirt and roughly fingered her pussy. He moaned as he felt her hot wetness. He glanced around and then dragged her over to the desk. He turned her around and smacked her on the ass before pushing her skirt up and over her ass. Rachel heard him as he freed himself better from his pants and boxers. And then she felt his cock at the edge of her vagina before he shoved himself roughly into her.

She braced herself on the desk while he took her with short, hard thrusts. She heard him grunt as he pushed into her and felt his fingers grip her hips. Rachel knew she wouldn’t cum because he was going to climax too soon. Sure enough, she heard him moan loudly as he muttered under his breath. She felt him jerk as he came and came hard, pushing himself violently into her. And then he was done.

He stood behind her panting, then slowly pulled out of her. Mike turned her around and kissed her gently on the lips. “I’ve never come quite that close to raping someone before. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

Rachel wrapped her around him and pressed herself against him. She kissed him deeply and passionately. Mike hesitated at first, surprised, but then responded to her kiss. As she kissed him on the lips and on the face, she slid her hands under his shirt and pushed it up so she could tongue his nipples, kiss them, and toy with them. And then she told him what she wanted to do with him and to him.

Mike swallowed hard. She wrapped her hand around his semi-hard cock and slowly began to stroke it. “We can do it here or we can go to your hotel room. I don’t care,” she said. “But I am go to suck your cock and your balls, I’m going to tongue your ass, I’m going to make you hard again and again so I can ride your cock, so you can fuck my ass, so you can fuck me any way you want.”

She felt Mike tremble as he started to get hard again. He fingered her nipples. “You can pinch and roll and bite those, baby.” He fingered her pussy. “And god how I love to have my clit sucked and nibbled. You wanna spank my cunt?”

Mike growled again and then pinched one of her nipples hard. “Don’t get fresh cumslut.”

He stepped away from her and started to put himself back together. She stood there in silence as she watched him zip up his pants and then straighten his tie.

He looked at her steadily. “My hotel room,” he said. “Be there in 20 minutes. And bring a bottle of Irish.” He gave her his room number and walked out.

She straighted herself up and then walked back out to the bar. She asked Rafe for a bottle of Irish. He raised an eyebrow. “If you had the cameras going, you should have some nice footage. I should be back around closing.” Rafe smiled and licked his lips.

Rachel grabbed the bottle and put it in a bag before heading out the Carlyle for some exquisite fucking. She knew Rafe would be hungry when she got back and the thought of being fuck sore because of Mike and then Rafe made her smile.

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Submitted By “Julia”