The Best Sex I Ever Had

It should come as no surprise that the best sex I ever had was not with my boyfriend. Nor with anyone I knew. He was, for all intents and purposes, a stranger. It was better that way. It allowed me to be freer and do things I might not have otherwise done.

I don’t suppose it really matters how we met but it was really random. It was one of those things that just happen. There he was. There I was. It was at a bar downtown, a really nice bar, a swanky bar. I was there to meet a business associate for drinks and talk about a work-related matter. I was dressed nicely in my work clothes—a black pencil skirt, a white button down top and black stilettos. My hair was up in a chignon and my makeup had been touched up from the long day. This was my uniform. This was how I always looked. I was slim, pretty and very professional.

My business associate had called to say that he wouldn’t be coming and told me we’d talk soon. Though disappointed, I shrugged it off and decided to buy myself a drink for my trouble. After I’d been served my martini—with an olive—I noticed a man who’d just entered the bar. He was hard not to notice. Tall with a well-built but slim body. Dark hair and dark eyes. Handsome beyond words. Dressed in an expensive business suit and expensive Italian leather shoes.

I tried to ignore him though it was hard. The bar was almost empty at that point, just he and I and a few others here and there. And, of course, the bartender.

He sat down in the seat beside me without a word.

To say that he turned to me on would be a gross understatement. He more than turned me on. He made me hot. But nervous, too. I almost couldn’t stand to be that close to him, that’s how attracted I was to him. I wanted to say something to him but knew I’d just stammer like an idiot if I did. So I kept quiet and prayed he’d make the first move. Would he? I hoped so.

He ordered a beer, a dark stout that was served in a pint glass. He took a long sip, then glanced over at me. “Crowded in here, isn’t it?”

I smiled at his little joke and nodded.

He held out his hand, “Cabe.”

“Bailey,” I replied, shaking his hand.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this, Bailey?” he asked, his eyes smiling at me.

“Business,” I said. “Actually, the person I was supposed to meet couldn’t make it and I’m just having a drink before heading home.”

“Home? Where is home?”

“Uptown,” I said. “And you?”

“The Midwest,” he replied.

I nodded and muttered, “Okay,” because I didn’t know what else to say. I turned to him and gave him another good glance over. He was very good looking. But… But… For some reason, I pushed all the “buts” out of my mind. But what? Why not sit and have a nice chat? Why not just be myself for just a few minutes?

But he had other ideas. We talked for a few minutes and I found myself moving closer and closer to him and he did the same to me. After a while, we were right next to each other. So close I could feel his breath on my face as we spoke. So close I could feel his leg touching mine. So close I could tell that the sex would be hot, so great, so good. And I hadn’t had that in a while.

He didn’t ask me up to his room. No, it didn’t happen like that. What happened was that we began to come together more and more and what happened was that I excused myself to the ladies room. What happened was that he met me outside the door, took my hand and led me down the hall and then to the elevator.

I just went with it. I just went with him. I trusted him and I knew he was going to give me something I really, really wanted and that was to get fucked.

After he pushed the button, we waited on the elevator together, close together. I felt his hand on the small of my back, then sliding down to my buttocks, which he cupped and squeezed. I sighed with his touch, sighed with anticipation and sighed with resolve. I wanted this and I wanted him to give it to me. There was never a doubt in my mind that I was going to do it. I just couldn’t wait until we got to it.

The elevator finally arrived and it was empty. Still, without a word, we got on and he pushed the button to his floor. And then… Then we turned to each other and within a second, we were on one another, grabbing at each other’s faces, pushing our mouths together and kissing, kissing harder and harder and never wanting it to stop. But then I pulled back.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I told him.

“Neither have I,” he said and came back to me, kissed me hard, sucking at my mouth, bringing the lust out in me.

He then pushed me back against the wall, lifting one of my legs up and moving against me. I began to grab at his clothes, wanting them off but then the elevator dinged. The doors were opening. We pulled apart quickly, glancing at each other. The doors opened and, to our relief, there was no one on the other side.

The doors closed softly after a few seconds, then we went back at it, moving all over the elevator, grabbing onto each other and never letting go. He did pause to push the “Stop” button and the elevator stopped, giving us a little time to do what we had to do.

And what we had to do was fuck. It was inevitable, something we were meant to do with each other. Soon, my shirt was unbuttoned, my dress was up over my hips and my panties off.

Then he was kissing me all over, pulling my bra down, sucking at my breasts, and sliding his tongue down my belly. Over and over, bringing everything out in me that felt good and dirty. I wanted more. He wanted to give me more. And so, he was bent down in front of me. I placed one leg on his shoulder and his mouth found my pussy. He began to eat at me, eat me out, giving me so much good and dirty pleasure I could have come just from the thought of it. He took his time, licking me up and down, then sucking at me, then very softly stroking my clit with his tongue. Just softly but firmly over and over. It felt so fucking good. It felt so good I was almost in a tizzy. I almost couldn’t stand it but I did not want to it stop—ever. Soon, I began to find my groove and found myself pressing against his mouth and tongue, just like that, over and over until the climax began, the orgasm built and I exploded with it, grabbing onto his head, onto his hair, and moaning loudly, more loudly than I’d ever moaned before.

Then he was up, he was kissing me hard, I was tasting myself on his lips and kissing back. His pants were down, his hard cock was slipping between my legs and my legs were wrapped around his waist. We were fucking then. He was pumping into me and I was hitting the wall, getting fucked harder and better than I’d ever gotten fucked. He kissed me, really taking his time, then he bent and sucked one nipple into his mouth. Ahhh, that felt better than good. Then he was back to my lips, kissing me, then to my neck, sucking at it, sending shivers of pure delight up and down my body and making me want to come again.

He paused, turned me around and grabbed my ass, pulling it towards him and his cock. Then he was in again, fucking me like that, from behind, dirty and good and hot and quick. I found myself pushing against him and wanting to come again badly. I found my hand between my legs, on my clit, rubbing it as he fucked me and feeling like I was literally going to explode.

And then I did. I exploded with orgasm. I exploded as he fucked me hard. Then he exploded, coming hard and good inside of me, not stopping until we were both spent and both out of breath. He turned me around and kissed me, and then we pulled apart, smiling at little at each other.

It was over. It was done. I felt good. Not speaking, not needing to, we adjusted our clothes and then he pressed a button. The elevator resumed moving. When it stopped, he turned to me.

“I’m in room—”

I pressed my finger against his lips and shook my head. “Shhh,” I said softly.

He grinned at me, gave me one quick kiss on the cheek and then he stepped off the elevator, turning around to give me a wave. I waved back and the doors shut. It was over and I could resume my life. I grinned to myself, knowing I’d cherish this memory forever and ever and ever.

And that was the best sex I ever had.