Ben listened to the conversation beside him with concern. It was an exchange he recognised, although the man’s responses to the woman’s tactful attempts to explain that her blind date wasn’t her type seemed to be ignored, or, at best, misunderstood.
Despite being someone who avoided confrontation, Ben saw the woman glance in his direction, prompting him to intervene.
“Fancy bumping into you again so soon. It must be fate. How wonderful. I hope I’m not interrupting,” Ben said, fixing his gaze on the woman, searching for signs that he had interpreted the situation correctly.
Sarah’s immediate smile was all the confirmation Ben needed, and her explanation to her unwanted company that she had decided to end their evening prompted him to leave, albeit with a few muttered expletives.
“That was very kind of you. Thank you so much. I hope you’re just a really nice stranger and not someone I actually know, because that would be rather embarrassing,” Sarah said, delighted to hear herself laugh and Ben do the same.
“I’m just a harmless stranger, but one who wouldn’t stand by if I saw someone in need of a friendly face,” Ben confirmed.
“At least I had my sensible head on, and we were somewhere public. I’m not saying he was dangerous, but I’ve always trusted my instincts. I was already convinced I’d ended up with someone who couldn’t string a sentence together, and if they did so by accident, it would bore me to tears. Horny isn’t the same as desperate,” Sarah giggled.
Sarah’s cheeky clarification made Ben laugh with her, prompting an immediate response.
“I suppose an evening of conversation filled with smiles and laughter is how my deluded mind imagined everything would turn out tonight. At least you’ve made sure I was right there,” Sarah said philosophically.
“We unattached have to celebrate every victory,” Ben said in a tone Sarah had no intention of ignoring.
“Writes down ‘unattached’ and underlines it twice,” Sarah announced with a mischievous giggle.
At Sarah’s suggestion, she and Ben walked to a nearby pub, though she felt it was only fair to explain that an old friend of hers ran it and that she rented an upstairs room there.
“Vicki’s my safety net, so she’s the only one who knows I was off to meet someone tonight. She’ll assume you’re him, so she’ll probably look you up and down and pull some face at me. I’ll give her the full story when we see her in the morning,” Sarah smiled, now entirely focused on what Ben might be able to do to make it a far better evening than it had seemed likely to be.
“I hope I get the thumbs-up from Vicky, then,” Ben said hopefully.
“I hope your thumb goes where I need it before I lose the will to live!” Sarah responded, wanting to make sure Ben knew what he was letting himself in for while he still had time to flee.
Sarah was glad that hinting at her plans hadn’t sent Ben running for the hills, though she would have been surprised if it had. Her new acquaintance seemed to take whatever she said in his stride, and she found this very erotic.
Ben didn’t see the expression his arrival elicited from Vicky, but it prompted a fit of giggles from Sarah as she hurried him upstairs.
“Right, Mr. Nice Guy, kits off, get your fingers to work, and suck my tits until I decide what’s next,” Sarah demanded.
Despite the whirlwind of events, Ben followed Sarah’s orders without hesitation, and the impact reminded Sarah of how needy she had felt after her earlier change of plans.
“Fuck, that’s sweet, I’ll have to give my throbbing clit a rub while you’re drawing those circles,” Sarah laughed as she began to do exactly what she had said she would.
“I can always pop down and give it a few nice kisses, but I’m happy to do as I’m told; it’s your show,” Ben replied.
Sarah felt that her dreamy sound of approval would be enough to confirm her wishes, although she also shouted “yes, please!” at the top of her voice to ensure Ben understood that his idea sounded perfect.
As soon as Ben parted her lips and began to flick his tongue and suck kisses inside her, Sarah knew the suggestion had been a good one. Her responses might have been limited to sounds of arousal and the occasional ‘fuck, nice’ comment, but the writhing and sounds of delight were a bit of a giveaway—she was on the right track for exactly what she needed.
Sarah caressed her nipples with one hand and pushed Ben’s head closer to her excited body with the other. The intensity of her excitement was beyond what she had thought likely. When Ben’s kisses shifted to suck and hold on her clit, this sent a peal of laughter ringing out, and a wave of erotic energy racing throughout Sarah’s body.
Each kiss held inside her took Sarah to the next level. She laughed, shook, squealed, and sighed throughout, until the longest, most intense suck on her pulsating clit saw her back arch with a cry of triumph, as a fierce climax took hold and began to wreak its havoc.
Knowing Ben wouldn’t stop unless he was told to meant Sarah could focus solely on the pleasure he was delivering to her mind and body. His ceaseless attention stirred wave after wave of electrifying climax, which Sarah celebrated and enjoyed immensely, and noisily.
Sarah ensured she got full value from the opportunity that had arisen, something that pleased Ben as much as it did her. Once satisfied, Sarah enjoyed a wonderful climb down while in a tight hug, and the last words were hers.
“Next time, I’ll do all the work, and you can have the easy ride,” she said with a contented, eager smile.
Sarah kept her promise a few days later, and many times after that, too.
