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This is a work of fiction for adults only. Do not read this 
if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to 
the laws of your Country. This was written as a fantasy for 
a friend, and so any resemblance the characters have to 
people in real life means that your friend is me. 
Or her.
Or you're crazy.

This is strictly a first draft, and is going up mainly 
because there may never be a second draft. Any email is 
welcome, and In fact since I don't have anyone to edit my 
work if you would like to act as an editor feel free to 
drop me a line with any comments/corrections.


grazz332@hotmail.com

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Story Codes: (mf)   



Meeting
By Grazz
(c)September, 2004

	You're standing nervously around the lobby to the 
Museum, not really sure you should be doing this. Sure 
you've gotten to know him really well online but do you 
want a creepy guy breathing down your neck? Another moment 
and the question is moot. You see him, it must be him, walk 
in looking around uncertainly. He stands just a little 
taller than you, not especially huge, but not a small build 
either. His hair is a dirty blond, shaggy and falling all 
over the place. As his eyes seek out yours you note that 
they're a light blue grey, soft and deep.
	"Sara?" He asks a little uncertainly having walked 
over.
	"uh... yep", you say having absolutely no idea what to 
say.
	He grins and you realize with a start that he has a 
cute grin, not entirely as you pictured it. "Hey, so we 
finally meet."
	"Yep", you laugh nervously. 'What the fuck do I say to 
him?' Deciding on nothing at all for the moment, you both 
head over to the ticket counter where he uses a membership 
card to get you both in for free.
	As you wander the halls, looking for the different art 
exhibits you need for your project you keep up some nervous 
chatter, broken occasionally by a comment from him. 'God 
damn it, why is he so fucking quiet?' He helps you a little 
with your project, finding some exhibits for you and 
offering up the occasional opinion about the artwork. 
Glancing at him, you can't help feeling more nervous. 'Look 
at that smile. What the hell is he thinking? I keep talking 
and all he'll do is smile, that smug smile. Damn him!'
	Still looking at him you miss a step and start to 
fall, and he jumps forward to catch you. It isn't till 
after you're firmly back onto your own two feet that you 
realize that one of his hands is around your waist and the 
other, around your side, slid forward while helping you and 
was now firmly on your tit. Looking you strait in the eye 
he winks and takes his hands off you, but not without 
quickly pinching your nipple. You freeze like a dear in the 
headlights. 'What was that??' Your nipple is sore, 
sensitive and hard. You could swear it was hard enough to 
tent your shirt through your bra, though you know that no 
one could actually see it. Catching yourself deep in 
thought and unmoving you practically jump back into action, 
nervously laughing and continuing your story where you left 
off, moving quickly through the exhibit.
	As you walk and talk you find your eyes continually 
drifting to his hands, and you can't help replaying the 
pinch over and over again in your head. He still isn't 
saying a hell of a lot, but enough to keep you talking. 
What he isn't doing or saying is anything that would 
indicate a moment ago he groped you, damn it. You can feel 
the dampness creeping into your panties, as you feel the 
phantom fingers again and again on your nipple. Distracted 
as you are, you turn a corner and realize you're in a dead 
end out of sight from the main exhibit. 
	You turn as he closes the distance between you, the 
strong hands wrapping around your body, pulling you closer 
and pushing you back against a wall at the same time. 
Before you can do anything - move, protest, think - he's 
kissing you. To surprised to resist, you open your mouth 
and kiss him back, feeling his tongue in your mouth a hand 
squeezing your ass. Pressing you against the wall his other 
hand comes down and presses into your hot crotch, and your 
pussy seems to throb in response. Moaning into his mouth 
you find yourself trying to grind into his hand, his body 
pressed up against you. You can feel his hard cock against 
your leg through the layers of cloth.
	As quickly as he started he pulls away leaving you 
against the wall dazed. Reaching forward he pinches and 
twist both your nipples, pulling on them and licks up your 
neck giving it a tender kiss. Then he's gone again and, 
"Common, lets go". You can't even keep up your normal 
chatter as he leads you out from the alcove, acting as if 
nothing happened.
	He's quiet as ever, and you're hornier than you 
could've believed possible an hour ago. You try and focus 
on the work, but can't and he keeps brushing those hands up 
against you. Those fucking hands! You can still feel them 
on your nipples, the pain mixing with throbbing pleasure, 
on your ass and crotch, your wet, wet crotch. Snapping out 
of it with a start you see him looking at you with a 
bemused expression, and your natural flush deepens.
	Luckily you're on your last exhibit at this point, 
because you feel like you're about to go fucking crazy if 
you don't get something now. You're hyper sensitive to his 
every move, almost gasping at every touch. Less than a 
minute later you're both on your way out of the exhibit and 
you almost trust yourself enough to speak again. Then it 
happens.
	Passing a janitor's closet he grabs you, opens the 
door and pulls you both in. Closing the door behind him 
you're engulfed in dim light, barely able to see. But you 
hear very clearly the bolt slid into place. Heart beating 
faster now, you feel him roughly pull you towards him, and 
again you're pressed up against him, kissing him, feeling 
his whole body against yours. Kissing his way down to the 
side of your neck you almost melt as his mouth and tongue 
make their way down and back up it. 
      Pulling back a little you feel his hands on your 
shirt, and before you can protest it's up and off your 
head. The bra he doesn't bother unhooking, he just grabs it 
and snaps the straps pulling it off. Right away his head 
drops down to lick and suck your tits and abused nipples 
while his hands drop to your pants. Moaning you press 
yourself up against his hands as they undo and drop your 
pants. His hand comes up to cup your cunt through your 
sopping wet panties and he bites your nipple, forcing a 
short yelp from you. Then your panties are down and he's 
back up, getting rid of his shirt on the way. His mouth 
meets yours again and immediately you are kissing, biting 
his bottom lip, trying not to cry out as his hand digs into 
your ass, the other quickly stroking your clit.
      Breaking the kiss he spins you around, and bends you 
down over a table you can barely see in the dark. A second 
later you feel a cock pressing against your pussy. Gasping, 
you push back against you as it enters and pumps into you 
for the first time. Your cunt is full, and he's stroking in 
and out now. His hands originally on your hips as he 
entered from behind, move up to your tender abused nipples. 
They begin playing with then, squeezing lightly, twisting 
and pulling. Then harder sending jolts down your body to 
merge with those coming from your cunt as it's being 
fucked. You feel yourself building up, your pussy and 
nipples more sensitive as you approach orgasm. "Oh god, 
mmmmmMMMMMM, OHH!" You explode and begin thrashing about as 
he fucks you. Then he's exploding too, cumming inside you. 
      Pulling out a minute later he places your hand on his 
cock, only half hard now. Still laying facedown on the 
table you slowly stroke it, feeling it come alive in your 
hand, while he continues to play with your clit and 
nipples. When it's hard again he stops your hand and moves 
it aside again. Feeling him enter you again you moan, and 
keep moaning as he starts fucking you again, this time with 
his hands on your hips to keep pumping in hard. Then he 
pauses, pulls out and you're left confused for a second. 
Then it's back, pushing slowly, but insistently, against 
your asshole. 
      He's going to fuck you up the ass! "no..." you start 
to moan but then the head slips in and all you can do is 
hold your breath at the fullness of it. Using his hand on 
your hips he slowly presses in and is soon buried up to the 
hilt. You've never felt so full before in your life, and 
you can feel it pushing down through the walls of your 
cunt. A few seconds later he's pushing in and out of you. 
Despite yourself you feel your cunt getting wet again at 
the sensations in your ass. One of his hands is down now, 
playing with your clit, stroking it, rubbing it. Soon he's 
built up to a fast pace and you're moaning loudly.  Your 
clit is now getting the occasional pinch along with rubbing 
and the sharp sensations are rolling up your body. As the 
other hand begins to squeeze and kneed your abused tits you 
can feel orgasm distantly approaching again. You can't 
believe it, you're going to get off with this guy up your 
ass. Building up faster and faster the sensations engulf 
your entire body in a painful ecstasy. Soon you feel 
yourself buckle, nipple, clit and cunt screaming out in a 
marked counterpoint to the pounding of your ass, and you 
plunge over the edge cumming again. You feel his cock 
jerking as he releases another load up your ass.
      Then he's off you again and you lay there for a 
moment, letting your heart settle down. He helps you up and 
hands you your clothing, though you notice your panties and 
bra are gone. Putting everything on you can't help but gasp 
as the fabric of your shirt runs over your sensitive 
nipples, or your pants touch your sensitive crotch. 
Wrapping an arm around your waist he unbolts the door and 
leads you back out into the museum. You're a little self 
conscious walking around commando, feeling every little 
breeze through your shirt but the strong arm around you 
reassures you. Reaching the lobby he smiles at you again.
      "It was really nice meeting you Sara, hope I get to 
see you again soon. Talk to you tonight." With that he 
gives you a hug, short kiss and a quick ass squeeze before 
walking off, leaving you standing, dazed in the lobby of 
the Museum.
