This is a follow on from last weeks story A Pause from Thinking
Amy chose the purple dress and matching high heel shoes. She had owned the shoes for ages and then stumbled across the dress just recently in a charity shop. It was only when she got the dress the home that she realised it matched the shoes perfectly.
As she walked along the street to the bar that Oscar had suggested she suddenly had a feeling that the dress and shoes where a mistake. When she had picked them it had totally slipped her mind that he had picked The Purple Bar as the location for their drinks. Now she felt like maybe she looked like she had dressed to match the decor of the place. What an idiot, she thought to herself. He is going to think I am such a twat but as she approached the entrance she realised there was other problems to deal with.
The place was absolutely mobbed. People had spilled out onto the street and were drinking out on the street. She stepped in through the doorway but was greeted with a massive wall of people all shouting over one another. Music throbbed across the room mixing with the people’s voices making the whole place almost overwhelmingly loud. A series of thoughts flashed through her mind; How the hell were they supposed to ‘catch up’ in here? What a stupid place he had picked and how was she supposed to find him in here? Deciding almost instantly that she wouldn’t she turned abruptly to step straight back outside and crashed straight into a man who was standing right behind her.
Oscar grinned down at her but she met his smile with a straight face. She wasn’t really enjoying herself so far and had no intention of spending a moment more in this place with him and now he was here right behind there was no escape
Sorry about this, he gestured over her shoulder that the scene of Saturday night carnage behind her I had no idea it would be like this. I think I picked badly”
“Yes I think you did” laughed Amy both happy and relieved at his statement
“Shall we?” he asked pointing at the door
“I’m sorry about this,” he said again once they were back out on the street.” I walked past the place during the day and it looked nice inside, kind of plush and decadent with the purple velvet sofas and the lights. I had no idea that it was the Saturday night destination for everyone!”
“You weren’t to know” Amy replied maybe we can come back another time when it’s not so busy” As soon as the words were out of her mouth she could feel herself blush. Why the fuck had she said that, she sounded so presumptuous that he would want to see her again.
“I think that is a good idea” he replied but Amy still felt silly for what she had said.
“So, what shall we do now?” He asked. “It’s a nice evening, we could walk for a bit or if you wanted we could go back to mine. I have some nice wine although I don’t have any purple velvet seating”
She had to bite her tongue not to say “But you do have a lovely leather chair I wouldn’t mind reacquainting myself with” She had made enough of a dick of herself already she was not going to mention that damn chair.
He looked down at her and for a brief moment she thought he was going to kiss her but then one of the revelers from the bar thrust himself in-between them and asked if they had a light. They both said no and he moved along but the moment was broken
“A glass of wine at your place sounds nice” she said
“This way then” he said and they set off down the road
His flat was on the ground floor of what looked to be a converted house. He let her in and set his keys down on the table by the door and then led her down the corridor to the kitchen at the back that opened out into a large open plan space with dining table and beyond that across the back of the flat a beautiful conservatory. He flicked some switches and lights came on in the kitchen and the dining room and in the conservatory a vast swag of little fairy lights illuminated the space.
“White wine OK?” ask Oscar reaching into the fridge
“Yes” she replied and took the bulbous glass of golden liquid from his out stretched hand. She wandered through the space while Oscar rattled around in the kitchen. It was a beautiful flat. Not huge but not small either and beyond the glass walls of the conservatory she could just make out a garden that appeared to be well kept. She headed back to the kitchen when he asked her if she was hungry
“No I’m fine, I had a big lunch and a snack before I came out but if you’re hungry, eat”
He picked up his wine and came and stood next to her
“Maybe in a bit” he muttered. “So what do you think of the place?”
“It’s beautiful Oscar, you always did have good taste”
“Oh I wish I could claim this was mine but I am just renting it. It’s one of those business short term places where they kit the whole thing out for you.”
“Well I suspect where ever home is it is cool and funky and beautiful too.” Amy replied
He didn’t deny or confirm but moved on with the conversation.
“I have rented this for 4 months but after the last week or so it looks like I will be extending it to at least 6” He talked on about his work, well not really about the details but how they were so disorganised and wasting money and…
Amy found her mind wandering as she listened to him. Watching his mouth as he talked and occasionally sipped on his wine and the way he gestured with his hands as he spoke was mesmerising. He was tall, dark haired with green eyes. He had a dark shadow on stubble over his chin. He liked not shaving at the weekends. He had broad shoulders and a wide chest and a slight curve to his belly. Suddenly she realised she was picturing him naked, remembering him naked actually. His body had definitely changed in the interim years. Back then he had still had the less developed build of a man who had really only just left behind being a boy. Now she could see that had gone.
Suddenly she realised he had stopped talking. Again her face flushed a hot red but before she could fill the silence he closed the gap between them and kissed her.
She responded instantly, it was like her body remembered exactly what he did to it. Her nipples tightened beneath the purple fabric of her dress and she pressed her hips into his thighs, seeking out more of him, wanting to feel him hot and hard up against her skin.
He lifted her up, his lips still pushed up against hers and sat her down on the dark wooden table top, instinctively she spread her legs welcoming him even closer to her. She could feel the hardness of his erection pressing into her through his trousers and she reached down between them and fumbled for the buckle on his belt. Dragging his mouth from her he grabbed at her wrists and pinned her arms firmly behind his back. His eyes searched her face as if he was looking for reassurance,
“Are you sure?” he finally said
Yes, she replied smiling up and him and then reaching upwards to try to kiss him again but he leaned backwards, denying her. His hands still firmly locked round her wrist.
“I mean it Amy, are you really sure?”
“Yes” she replied even more firmly.”Really very sure”
He let go of her wrists and pulled at the skirt of her dress tugging it up over her thighs and then in what seemed like a lightning move unbuckled his belt and opened the fly on his trousers just enough to let his hard dick escape out. Amy lifted her bodyweight up and slid her panties down over her thighs and kicked them free of her legs and then he was inside her. All hot and hard and big and she cried out at the feel of him. He fucked her there, perched on the edge of the table, legs spread. She looked down and watched as his cock invaded her body. She could feel her orgasm already building deep inside her pelvis, she reached down with one hand and rubbed at her clitoris. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust into her hard and fast and she came, growling and gasping into his chest as continued to fuck himself into her.
By the time the morning came Amy’s body was bruised and sore. They had slept eventually, first on sofa wrapped up together beneath a large dark green blanket he had found and then in the early hours of the morning as the dawn started to seep in through the conservatory they had staggered down the hall to his bed where he had held her face down in the soft white sheets and fucked her again like that, his mouth biting at the back of her neck as he drove himself into her now tender flesh. Afterwards he had flipped her over and held her legs open as he bought to her to orgasm again with his mouth.
The sun warmed her as she walked home through the park not caring that her purple dress was now crumpled and possibly showing some suspect stains around the skirt. When she got home she put her phone onto charge. Immediately it pinged, once, twice and then about 5 times more. She sighed as she read the texts from Adrian. She had told him at lunch the day before that she needed a break. She knew it had been the right thing to do and had actually felt relieved once she made the decision but it seemed that he was not taking to the idea well. She peeled off the purple dress and tossed it into the washing basket. She hadn’t quite got the spoons to reply to him right at the moment whilst her body still smelt and ached from Oscar but she knew that she needed to make it really clear to him now that when she said break she really meant over.
10 comments
Love this story Molly! xx
Oh my…great story, and fabulous accompanying pic!
I so hoped Oscar and Amy would end up together 🙂
Rebel xox
Ohhh – I felt this story very much! it mirrors something that happened in my own life, that i have never written about – even one of the names is the same x
Very hot, I loved how you conjured the atmosphere and their interactions. Xx
I am never surprised at the power of a good purple dress. And also, I would definitely be that person who accidentally matched the decor of the bar.
I really enjoyed this story. The characterisation was great and I loved her internal monologue and the way it changed along with her luck and the turn of events ?
sexy hot and exciting story, I enjoyed it very much
The evening didn’t start out too promising, but they sure got there in the end! Very hot! 😉
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