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Stimulating
Stories About One Night Stands
A Compilation of Literate
Erotica
Could I Buy You a
Drink?
by Harry Merkin
This short
story is a work of
fiction. Names,
characters, places and
incidents either are the
product of the author’s
vivid imagination or are
used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual
human beings, living or
dead, business
enterprises, events or
locales is entirely
coincidental.
II
had been
dumped 4
months
previously and
had been too
busy to date
or even look.
Now, a week
before my
birthday, the
urge to find a
girl,
especially a
horny girl,
became all
consuming. The
guys suggested
the new place
by the
interstate.
They claimed
the girls who
went for happy
hour had the
same thing on
their minds
that I did.
The Friday
afternoon
meeting at
work took too
long and even
after a fast
shower and
shave, I got
there an hour
later than
planned. While
looking for a
parking spot,
I saw three
girls exit a
car and go in.
The one in the
dress with
flowers looked
especially
interesting.
I waited about
5 minutes to
go in. Then
walked around
the packed bar
and saw them
together at a
table. She
looked up at
that moment
and we made
eye contact.
Her smile was
all I needed
to see.
“Could I buy
you a drink?”
“Of course, we
just got
here.”
She introduced
me to her
friends and we
talked. And
talked. And
talked. The
place was
obviously
short-staffed.
After 15
minutes, she
told me she
had skipped
lunch and
would rather
we go eat
first. We
walked out and
decided the
adjacent
restaurant was
perfect.
Supper with
her was so
pleasant. She
had been in
the Peace
Corps, had
just returned,
and was
starting as a
high school
teacher at the
end of the
summer. The
only other
American in
her jungle
village was
trying to
become a
shaman and was
always high or
stoned or
passed out on
a bench in the
plaza. During
dessert, she
told me, “I
haven’t slept
with a guy in
more than two
years.”
“I broke up 4
months ago.”
“My apartment
is just north
of the high
school. We
could go
there.”
“Do you want
to call your
friends before
we leave?
“Yes. I’ll
meet you
outside in 5
minutes.”
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Her apartment
still had lots
of boxes and
almost no
furniture. She
took me by the
hand into her
bedroom. We
kissed. I
pulled down
the zipper at
her back and
slid the dress
off her
shoulders. She
wriggled to
let the dress
fall to her
feet. When I
looked at her
bare breasts,
she said, “My
dress has a
built-in bra.”
She moved it
with her toes
to show me.
“I wish my
first
girlfriend had
had one like
that. It took
me forever to
undo her bra
the first
time.”
“I lost my
virginity
while wearing
a bra because
my prom date
couldn’t
remove it and
I didn’t want
to tell him
how to do it.”
By now we are
each down to
one article of
clothing. She
went to the
bathroom and
came out with
a new box of
condoms and a
bottle of rum.
“I’m kinda
rusty
sex-wise. I
think a drink
will help."
She downed a
big gulp and
handed me the
bottle. I
drank a sip
and returned
it. She took
another big
gulp and I
took the
bottle away
and capped it.
She was great
in bed. We
started
pleasuring
each other
orally, then I
gave her an
orgasm by
hand, and we
finished with
long, slow
intercourse.
Though I did
wonder if she
would always
be like that
or if she
would need
stiff drinks
to shed
inhibitions.
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At about three
in the
morning, I
woke up with
my crotch
covered with
lotion and she
was holding my
penis and
humming. She
saw that I was
awake and
said, “Let's
fuck again.”
“What time is
it?”
“It's sex
time!”
“Could you
wait a few
more hours?
“I really need
an orgasm
right now. I
really, really
want one.”
“Could you
play with
yourself while
I shower to
get all this
lotion off?”
She spread her
legs and took
my hand. “You
start. You
know which
buttons to
push.”
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After my
shower, she
was still
humming and
touching
herself. I
made mental
notes of her
technique to
use them if we
had a second
date. Her pace
sped up and
soon her thigh
muscles were
quivering and
she was
arching her
back and
moaning
loudly. My
erection was
huge and I got
on her and
started
kissing.
Within 20
seconds she
had taken hold
of my penis
and put it in
her vagina.
I'm so glad we
did it again,
this time was
even better..
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The End
Harry Merkin (a nom de
guerre) is a
dick-brain who is more
articulate than an arthropod
and has many ways with
words. He tries desperately
not to write like Edward
Bulwer-Lytton, but often
fails.
NOTES
A. This short story is a
fabrication.
Photo Props acquired for
proposed stimulating images
or short videos. – floral
dress with built-in bra and
black satin
tap pants
for a model to wear.
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