Noufan

It was a warm day when I decided to go to a bar. Not because I wanted to meet someone, but because it really was too hot to handle and my mouth was dry. I wanted... something to drink. I'm not an alcoholic, even though I sometimes would drink too many glasses... or bottles. But hey, you're supposed to enjoy your life, right?

It was a relaxing atmosphere at the bar. My favorite table, from which it was easy to watch other people, was free. But I didn't come here to socialize. I called the waiter, and he came quickly. He was new here, and by the way, quite good-looking. So I was flattered when he asked my id:s. He wondered why I laughed, so I explained to him that I had been here for dozens if not hundreds of times and never been asked for id:s before. He blushed. I didn't have time to tell him that I didn't mean it as a complaint, because he ran away. Well, I didn't care. I kept drinking for all night long. It just got better hour by hour.

At 3 o'clock at night I was in such a shape that I couldn't have found my way home, if someone hadn't been so friendly and called me a taxi. That gentlemen even took me in the car, and I recognized him as the waiter - I think. I asked that cute boy to come with me - and he came!

I woke up on a pleasently soft sofa, which for sure wasn't mine, so we obviously hadn't arrived to my place. I saw only darkness around me. I heard a man snoring at the other head of the sofa, and I started to want. I went to the other head. Even though I didn't see anything, I was able to grab the man's shirt. At first he didn't react, because he was propably sleeping, but he wouldn't for long, as what was going to happen, would be much more lovely than any dream. As I was pulling his shirt off, he started to wake up. "What the...?" he said surprisely. I just laughed. What the... wasn't it obvious?

I touched the man's naked body and kissed it. He started to relax, too, and tucked both of his hands under my top. It felt so good to be touched. I breathed against his neck and whispered to his ear something that made him crazy. He pulled me on my back against the sofa and got down slowly. I wanted it so much - but what was he waiting for? I grabbed him like crazy and started to kiss his lips that were so soft and warm. He stopped kissing me and started opening my jeans. I couldn't wait. I took my top off and touched my boobs as I moved impatiently. I breathed relaxed. I wanted his... Then I welt the strong big man coming inside me. He started moving slowly and rhythmically, making me breath horny. We enjoyed our moment for a while, and it felt better and better all the time.

As we had finished, I felt so easy. "That was the best sex I've had for a long time", I said to the man laying on top of me. "Really?" he asked, "better than yesterday?" Better than yesterday? What was he talking about? "That's right, darling", he said gently and touched my hair. "We've had fun for some time now. You just don't remember anything, which is a shame." His voice was unpleasant. I tried to run away and hurt my knee. I had to switch on the lights to see who that man was! I wasn't standing very far from the sofa, when my foot got stuck into something. Then I realized that I was kept as a prisoner. "What is this?" I screamed. "Let me go!" I tried to open the rope in which my foot was put in, but the man just laughed at me and grabbed me back to the sofa. "You're my own sex partner here, and there's plenty of lovely moments ahead for us..."

The end.

(Sorry for bad English. I translated this from my Finnish story "Huumaavaa".)