Sex tastes like Oranges

Orlando Bloom belongs to me only in my dreams, hell everything belongs to me there, lol.

Song used is ‘Feels like Sex’ by Geri Halliwell which I have never heard before but I found the lyrics hot so just suspend your disbelief that you might find the song being played at a club like this.

He couldn’t believe he had let Lij drag him to this club. He had sworn off sleazy places like this a long time ago. The bar at The Revolution was surprisingly well lit and clean though so he clung to it, as much as possible with the crush of the crowd. The music had a harsh beat that he could only dance to when plastered beyond caring. He looked around at the tattooed men and pierced women and sighed. Most where dressed in black though a few had on jeans. He looked down at his dress slacks and felt distinctly out of place. He downed several more screwdrivers before Lij came back from the dance floor and dragged him deeper into the smoky warehouse.

The large room was filled with sweaty body’s and smoke. The floor was alternately sticky or slimy. He hated to think what his shoes would look like by the time he made it home. The drunks around him didn’t know or care that he had bought them in Italy and they probably cost more than most of them made in a week. Hell he didn’t even care about that, but he ’liked’ these shoes. He felt like an idiot standing in the middle of the dance floor unmoving but no one even noticed. The only light in the large room came from red Christmas lights strung across the high ceiling. There was no band or even stage for a band just several very large speakers with half naked women dancing on top of them.

He was surprised when a song came on that he knew, he couldn’t help himself he started moving to the beat. First it was a twitch of his hips, just moving them along with the people around him, but soon he was lost in the words.

Have you ever felt, Too hot to go to bed? Touched yourself instead, And watch your body talk. (Just let your body talk) Have you ever felt just, Too hungry for love? The more you get, You find out, It's just not enough, (But you really can't, Give it up),All you people out there, Put your hands up in the air, Are you feeling, "You know what"?, Or do you really care?

He came to himself after the song was over there were hands on his body. One hand snaked inside the back of his pants cupping his ass, the other was inside his now unbuttoned and untucked shirt. He was crushing a thin but voluptuous female to him, grinding into her. Later he would swear it was the alcohol but inside he knew he hadn’t had nearly enough vodka to do what he did next. She kept pushing him and he kept stepping back but neither was letting go of the other. Soon he was pushed into the corner between the cement wall and one of the pounding speakers. The bass was so loud he thought his heart was now beating to the rhythm of the music.

Her leg was wrapped around his waist and her short skirt slid up around her waist. His hands were between her legs before he could think. And really there was no thinking involved. His cock was so hard the silk of his boxers was to rough, he slid one slender finger inside her shaved soft woman hood. Wet, he groaned so wet and ready. Her nimble fingers already had his pants undone and pushed down releasing his straining flesh. He picked her up and flipped them around so her back was to the wall. She didn’t weigh much at all, though right at that moment it wouldn’t have mattered with the lust and adrenaline flowing through him. He dipped two fingers into her sweet dark place and hoped she was ready. He felt her shudder as his thumb rubbed her clit, he couldn’t wait anymore he wrapped one arm around her waist and one had went to the wall as he slammed himself into her. One of her hands was in his hair pulling on his head as he kept slamming into her. The other hand found its way over his shoulder, he could feel her long nails scratching his skin. The sting of it drove him mad. His hair was wet with sweat and it trickled down his back into the scratches the hell cat on his cock was making. He couldn’t hear her but knew she had to have been screaming by the vibrations in her chest. The wet clenching of her silky muscles grasped at him. He wasn’t even trying to hold back as he drove over and over into her.

He screamed his release into the velvety material holding her firm breasts in place. He had a vague notion that he might have liked to see them, possibly even tasted of that creamy flesh and realized he hadn’t even kissed this sex demon he was emptying himself into. One of her legs slid from his waist as his cock emptied out and started softening. He let her slid down the wall until her legs touched the ground, but he couldn’t resist tasting her. He slid two fingers back into her and gathered their mixed juices together on his fingers. As he brought his hands to his lips she grabbed his hand and pulled him into a kiss. She slowly pulled his fingers into his mouth and tasted them with him. He groaned as he felt his cock stirring again, like he was some randy teenager.

She tasted of citrus mixed with his own spicy flavor. Any man who says he has never tasted his own cum is a liar but never before had he been with a woman who wanted to taste herself. The thought was just too erotic. Before he could get a grasp on what was happening though she had pushed him away stood up on her own. He quickly pulled up his pants and refastened his belt, he didn’t bother with his shirt as he hurried after the vixen who he knew would star in his most vivid fantasies for years to come.

He stopped at the bar and looked around. He had lost her on the crowded dance floor and really when he stopped to think about it he couldn’t even tell anyone what she looked like. It had been much to dark and smoky. It had all happened so fast, one moment the song had finished and the next he was buried balls deep in the velvety vixen. He sighed as he ordered another vodka and orange juice. The sweet citrus of the girls cum still lingered on his fingers. He dipped them into the cold drink then licked them clean. He didn’t want to forget that flavor or loose what little of it he had. He looked around again at the warehouse slash night club, and knocked back his extra shot of vodka. ’You were right Lij,’ he thought, ’I could come to like this place too!’

Tbc...

Two weeks later he was standing at the bar again. This time looking around wondering if she were here. Her, the woman that might ruin his life if he let her. He had to have her again. Or at least recapture that feeling. That out of control adrenaline rush that only comes from fucking a faceless creature in a dark dirty club. But really it was the taste that was drawing him back. He hadn’t had a drink in the last two weeks that he hadn’t thought of her. His friends were teasing him about his new orange juice obsession. He ordered and knocked back several shots of vodka before touching his orange juice chaser.

The dance floor was exactly as he remembered it. Dark and smoky, the red lights on the ceiling gave everything an otherworldly red gleam. He felt his cock instantly harden at the memory of this dance floor. The crush of body’s around him just fueled his blood. Here in this mix of bodies, this faceless mass of hormones he was just another dick. He was no one and no one knew him, just another anonymous body moving to the primal beat of the music.

It was an hour or more of moving steadily to the beat of music he wouldn’t have thought he would enjoy. Several more trips to the bar for more vodka, he was well and truly buzzing by the time he felt the hands on his stomach. Someone, female by the feel of it was pressed into his back with her arms wrapped around him. He felt his cock jump in anticipation. His eyes threatened to close as those hands roamed his body. One hand lightly moved up across his chest just pulling at his nipple before moving on. He groaned and wished he had decided to get his nipple pierced, maybe the hand would have stayed longer. The thought was abruptly cut short as the other hand dipped just an inch into the front of his jeans, just skimming the soft flesh of the head of his cock. He bucked up as he felt the fingernails scrap the tender skin. The sensation caused his entire body to shudder. He moved to turn into the embrace but she pushed him away, keeping his back to her. Slowly they gravitated to the corner. His mind was barely registering the fact that his shirt was coming unbuttoned and his belt was now hanging free.

He was against the wall before he realized it, his foggy brain did note the fact that this was the opposite corner from last time. The speaker was lower and had a metal scaffolding behind it with several more speakers attached to it. The noise was deafening but he didn’t care. As the hand went lower into his jeans grasping his throbbing cock and squeezing, he decided it was time to turn and face his tormentor. He spun them around so he might be able to see her face but as he spun her she turned her back to him.

Her ass glowed white in the smoky darkness, she pulled his hands down to her wet opening as she bent over the speaker. He groaned as he felt the shaved flesh. It was her again! Quickly he pushed a finger inside her and lowered his jeans just enough to completely free himself. He was totally oblivious to the fact that they were surrounded by a horde of dancers. For him there was just this. He tasted his fingers again and nearly lost his control. Citrus exploded across his senses. He buried himself in her hot wet center quickly. She bucked back against him as much as she could before he grabbed her hips. Her feet barely touched the floor and couldn’t find the purchase she needed to thrust back so he held her still. He knew right then and there that there was a God, because He had made the speaker just exactly the right height so that he could ram into her with out loosing pace.

He leaned over her as he worked himself almost completely out of her and then rammed himself back in. She might be sore tomorrow but tonight he was giving everything he had into fucking that tight gripping wetness. His friends had given him a hard time because of the scratch marks on his back and he felt he should return the favor. One hand went around her front and pulled her up slightly grabbing a breast roughly. He slid his hands up under her shirt and pulled his short fingernails across her stomach, knowing he was hurting her but she seemed to like it. He felt her inner muscled clench him harder and he moved the other hand down to massage her clit.

It was rough and quick and the hottest fucking thing that had happened to him in forever. As she came the ripples of clenching muscles drove him over the edge. He emptied himself into her again and again, finally spent he leaned over and rested his forehead against her back. Her shirt was still up around her shoulders and he kissed her back just below her black bra strap. He breathed deeply, attempting to memorize her smell through the sweat and smoke of the club. He groaned as he recognized the scent. Jesus H. Christ she smelled of orange blossoms. As he pulled out of her he raked his fingernails down her back, he grinned to himself. Let her explain that to her friends, marks on the front and the back, the thought brought a savage kind of glee to him. He smirked as she arched her back and thrust her hips back wanting more. He smacked her ass before he tucked himself back into his jeans.

She stood and smoothed down her shirt and micro-mini skirt. She tossed her long blond hair back over her shoulders before turning back around to him. It was the first real glimpse of her face that he had. God she was gorgeous! The top of her head just barely came to his shoulders and her delicate frame looked like a sharp wind could blow it over, but what really turned him on was her breasts. They were perfect. He could see her cleavage heaving with the after effects of their activity. He wanted to bury his face between them, or his cock. Yeah that was it. Having those soft globes surrounding his cock and with every thrust she would lick the tip of it. He groaned but it was lost in the thumping of the speaker. This was no good, how was he going to live out any of these fantasies if he couldn’t speak to her.

She started to push past him but he grabbed her and spun her back around. He crushed her mouth with his and forced his tongue inside. It was too much, his mind was shutting down. She tasted of oranges! While their tongues found each other and fought, tasting and teasing, mimicking the act they had just performed he reached down between them and found her center again. Quickly he gathered their taste together and brought his fingers into the kiss. As she lapped at his fingers he knew he was lost. Nothing would ever compare to this experience with this girl.

Again as they pushed their way through the dancing horde he lost her in the crowd. He had tried to keep a hold of her hand but she had pulled away in the middle of the crowd. She wanted to keep it anonymous he could understand the allure of it but really he wanted to take her home with him and fuck her all night. He growled as he made his way back to the bar.

He downed another vodka and orange juice, let his eyes roam the front of the club once more before heading home.

Alone.

Again.

Tbc...

He only made it a week this time. Another Friday night, the guys called wanting to go hit a few clubs. He said he was busy. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. He was lost in this endless see of gyrating bodies and alcohol. At this moment he wanted, he needed nothing more than to be lost. No control, no name, he was nothing and no one. He danced to the mindless music, grinding against anyone who came near. The bouncer at the door recognized him, not for being a star but for being here. He was almost a regular, and why didn’t that thought annoy him? His black boots and black jeans blended in perfectly with the crowd. He pushed his ass back into the body behind him. It was a guy this time and while he wasn’t gay dancing was dancing. The body behind him moved fluidly. A female joined the crush of bodies. They danced and moved as one.

He didn’t bother to look for blond hair in the sea of bobbing heads. She would find him if she were here. He could wait, and if she didn’t show it would be over and maybe his life would return to normal. His friends had noticed a change in him but had no clue what was causing it. Vig had commented on his new solitary sleeping arrangements, no one had graced his bed in weeks and that just wasn’t like the young playboy most of them knew and loved. They asked repeatedly about the marks on his back that had finally faded. If only the memory would fade as well, maybe his cock wouldn’t have hardened as soon as he was under that eerie red glow again. He couldn’t answer them, not about the scratch marks, which Lij had really given him hell over, not about the new obsession with oranges, nothing. Nothing could be said because there was nothing to say. He had fucked a no-name hellcat in a no-name bar and he was undecided about whether or not he wanted her name or not. The only thing he did know was that he wanted the no-name hellcat to come back and do it again. Possibly in a no-name motel all night long, for several days in a row.

The vodka moving through his veins made his mind wander and the sea of heads became those little bright balls children play in at fast food restaurants. He laughed at the image of children playing in the throng of angst ridden sex crazed masses, jumping up and down on their heads squealing, would any of them even notice? Or were they all to wrapped up in their own little dramas. He had watched children playing in the street once in New York, they hadn’t moved as the cars came down the street, no one had batted an eye as one of them darted into traffic to retrieve a lost ball. He wondered why this thought bothered him so much. Was he becoming one of those people? Someone who could walk into a bar and fuck a nameless girl not just once but go back for more and still never get a name. Someone who would just keep driving when a child ran out into the road. Was this all destined to crash down around his head, like that driver who would one day kill someone with his carelessness. The realization hit him that yes this was a train wreck waiting to happen, he had been having unprotected sex with a total stranger and Lord help him he knew that if she showed up tonight he was going to do it again.

He drained the last of his beer before heading back up to the bar. More vodka needed to be consumed. Massive quantities in fact. The glare of the bar was harsh after the soft red haze of the dance area. He looked around for the loo off to the side there was a sign, it read ’Male, female, other. Enter at your own risk!’ He smirked. He walked over and pulled open the door. It led to a hallway and if he had been any weaker man he might have quailed at the site. Much like the dance floor, the ceiling was strung with Christmas lights only these were green. The hallway was long and had three doors the restrooms were marked with the typical male, female signs and he supposed the last was unisex or possibly ominsex. The thought made him chuckle. Sexual identity crisis in a bar, now that would be a drunken sight to see. He made it into the loo to relieve himself the strange green lighting followed into the small not quite filthy room. Amazed that he only had to hold his breath slightly at the stench of piss and bile that the small fan working over time in the ceiling could never truly get rid of.

He stumbled away from the half shell porcelain of the urinal, it splashed as he flushed. He watched as the water swirled his piss down the drain. And there it was, in some sickly fascinating way he was leaving a part of himself here and it was being swept away with reconstituted water. Unwanted, there would be no evidence that he was ever here. He groaned as he washed his hands. God what was he thinking? It was his piss for Cripes sake. He pushed himself away from the sink without sparing a glance for himself in the grimy mirror, and dried his hands. Out the door and into the now crowded hallway. It seemed like all the woman in the place had decided to piss at the same time. He was pushed back into the corner by the wave of scantily clad female bodies.

Black seemed to be the color of the evening. They were all dressed in it, the unrelenting black of the nameless faceless masses. It was strangely not depressive, no it was making him hot. The heat of it was getting to him. The raw abandon of the atmosphere was leaching itself into the color. Soon he would be able to enter a boardroom full of industry executives dressed in their trendy black suits and sport wood through the entire boring affair. Probably thinking the whole time about what their reactions would be if he grabbed the nearest female and bent her over the table and fucked her right there in the harsh light of the halogen bulbs. He was drawn out of his smirking by the soft scent of orange blossoms. That smell he had been searching for all night. There she was in front of him. Small, petite and larger than life.

Her blond head turned up and her green eyes widened in recognition, he saw the lust ignite. The tale tell sign was the slight flaring of her nostrils as she leaned in as smelled of him. He wondered suddenly what she smelled. Was she becoming as addicted to him as he was to her? She looked back up to him and flicked her tongue out in invitation. He could feel her breasts pushing against him. Those creamy white globes glowed in the soft green lighting. They were trapped in a tight black corset and he knew he would taste them this night even if he had to drag her kicking and screaming out of the club. But he didn’t think he could wait. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the men’s room.

He barely had time to lock the door before she was on her knees in front of him. Her greedy hands already undoing his pants. That’s what if felt like she was doing to him. She was undoing him. Every time he saw her he was unmade a little more. He only hoped whatever it was he was left with in the end would be worth it. Because God help him he couldn’t stop. His pants were down around his knees and her hands, her small delicate greedy hands were skimming down his thighs and back up under his shirt. She leaned in and rubbed her nose against his cock. Unfucking believable, he thought as she again inhaled deeply, like she was trying to memorize the very scent of him. He felt some relief that he was not alone in his obsession, that she quite possibly would seek out what ever smell she associated with him during her real life. Did her friends note a change in her like his had in him. Did he effect her life? Did any of that shit matter when her mouth was on his body and her hands were on his cock?

He groaned as she fucked his belly button with her tongue, it was unexpected and unbelievably hot. Her chin brushed the top of his cock as her hands slid up an down his length. Her mouth finally descended and he was quickly engulfed in her heat. This wasn’t about love or foreplay this was about raw sex and desire and when push came to shove they would give everything they had for just one more hot rush of cum.

He felt the hard smooth roof of her mouth give way to the velvety heat of her throat. His head slammed against the door as she swallowed him deep into her throat. He was by no means huge, he knew but very few women had ever taken him so deep. One hand quickly grabbed the doorknob as his knees threatened to buckle. She had pulled him almost all the way out only to swallow him back down again. His free hand fisted in her hair. The music that followed them everywhere in the club was thankfully muffled here in the small dank chamber. The little slurping noises she made mixed with his own groans and chest emptying whimpers. Her fingers moved to cup his balls and her thumb moved back dangerously close to his ass. He hoped she would stop before challenging the long standing rule he had about no ass play because he knew he would deny her nothing, even that. She stopped just behind his balls and massaged gently at first then, pressure. He screamed. ’Fuck’ What the hell was that!? Lights exploded behind his eyes and he wasn’t really sure it was from the door greeting his head again or what ever the fuck she had just done to him.

And why the hell wasn’t he cumming? He grabbed the back of her head and slammed into her mouth. He thought her mouth might be bruised in the morning but he couldn’t stop himself. He was beyond caring about anything. He had to see it, had to see himself sliding in and out of that mouth. That lush velvety mouth that he found his soul being sucked into. She must have felt his gaze as she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her half lidded gaze was simply the most erotic thing he had ever seen. In that moment he knew what he was. She was worshiping him. He was a penis, a cock, a dick. That was all she knew and all she cared about. She loved what she was doing and she was worshiping his cock. At that moment he was everything. There was nothing else in the world. Here in the mens room of a dark night club, nothing else existed. It wasn’t just him that was looking for an escape, it was her too. He was her escape and she was begging him on her knees to not take that away from her.

He groaned and closed his eyes. He let his head fall back to the door and gave in. Being used in such a manner was something he would normally be abhorred at, but he knew in this instance he was using her just as much. But the look in her eyes in that last second, the second he had given in, she had seen it. It had meant everything to her. She had closed her eyes and gave herself up to the impossible. Losing ones self in another so completely they for a moment became one being. She was an extension of the feeling in his cock. Nothing more, nothing less. She was Bliss. So he would name her, so she was. And still he could smell oranges over the stench of piss. He lost himself for a time in the mouth of Bliss.

The pain of being unable to relieve the tension in his body was starting to get to him. She was holding back his release with her hands, he understood not wanting the feeling to end but he desperately needed release. He pulled her up by her hair and crushed her mouth to him. She tasted of vodka and beer and yes the taste of orange juice was there just waiting to be found by his roving tongue. And seek it out he did. He left no place in her mouth unexplored. He tasted himself there on her lips and knew he was lost. Bliss. He kissed her hard with the fabric of his soul hanging lose dangling there for anyone to see if anyone had been looking. Want and desperation were both fires not easily banked but this, this fleeting coupling he wanted to last. He released her breasts from their satiny restraints. Reaching down inside the strapless top he pulled one creamy globe out and bent to taste it.

Her scent assailed him again. Not just the orange blossoms she must have bathed in but the scent of her sex. He thought she must be dripping wet for him to have smelled it over the other scents but that was only another turn on. For her to become so wet just by taking him in her mouth. No one had ever effected him like this. Now that the edge of need and desperation had mixed and the alcohol was clearing from his mind he found himself wondering at the fact that the want had deepened. He didn’t want to just get off anymore. No, he wanted her to scream. He needed to hear it this time. He didn’t care if she was screaming his name or not he would know that he had made her scream. That he had done this. That while not being something he could put on a resume it would be something for himself alone. He had brought this wild creature to a screaming mass of sweat and cum. He wanted to undo her. To have her begging for more. He wanted her to need him.

He pulled the scrap of material down as low as it would go so both creamy globes were exposed to his sight. He met her gaze as he swiped his tongue slowly over one delicately hard peak. The rosy nipples were dark in the dim light, but he wasn’t even looking at them. He watched as her eyes dilated and her eyelids grew heavy again. Her surrender came fast as she let her head lull back onto her shoulders she brought her hands up into his hair. One hand inevitably snaking down the back of his shirt. He used his teeth on one pebbled nub, worrying it before moving to the next. Her taste was clean, he could smell the blossomy scent all over her but didn’t taste the bitter chemicals he expected her skin to be bathed in. There was the taste of sweat, slightly salty but clean, he licked the valley in between them seeking out more of the taste.

He didn’t let his hands remain idle either, they were rubbing up and down the back of her thighs. He could feel her trembling. Her knees almost gave out when he palmed her sex. He was right, she was dripping for him. He let his middle finger slid into her folds not seeking out the entrance to her, not yet, just feeling of her and rubbing her clit. That hard nub just begged to be nibbled and he wished not for the first time that there was a bed handy. He pulled up his pants slightly as an idea came to him. He refused to lay her down on this sticky floor. He nuzzled down her body until his head was under her skirt. He chuckled as her legs buckled and she steadied herself by stepping back. He followed her on his knees, still lapping at her nether lips. When her back was against the wall in between the sink and the urinal he pulled one of her legs up on his shoulder. That is when he heard it. Her first whimper. Of all the airy gaspy breaths she had made this was her first whimper. He aimed to make her scream.

Her sex now laid open before him and he wished again for more light and more time and a bed and better circumstances but knew deep down that he would not change a thing about this encounter. He watched as one of his long fingers entered her before leaning in and tasting her again. Citrus exploded across his tongue, it was thick and creamy and he thought about bottling it so he could sip it later at his leisure. He heard her whimper as he brought another finger into play, pumping them in and out of her much fast than he thought his hips could move. Her head was thrashing back and forth almost to the rhythm of his tongue. Whimpering, gasping, and finally crying out in an almost scream. ’Fuck me! Please just fuck me!’

Her first words.

Bliss he had named her. Possibly Siren would have been better. Those words washed over him and his body responded. His rock hard and neglected cock jumped. He stood swiftly, her leg stretching up around him falling into the crook of his elbow as he entered her. Hard and fast. They fit together perfectly as his other hand found her ass and lifted her up off her feet. Both legs were now around him as he pumped in to her and out slowly only to pound into her again. Her shoulders hit the wall when her back arched. She moved on him seeking to bury him deeper inside her. He felt like she was trying to get him so deep he could never escape. With every pump of their hips her whimpers grew and he vaguely noticed hers were not the only ones.

The first sign that he was losing control was the break in rhythm. He leaned in and bit her exposed shoulder in a vain attempt to keep them both from reaching that precipice and plunging off. Her trembling became shaking and neither of them wanted it to end but the inevitability of the explosion was not lost on them. No two beings could occupy the same place at the same time and have any hope of not exploding. And he knew he was about to release the scream that had been building deep in his chest all night and that he would loose himself in it but why did it feel more like he was melting on the inside. This crazy feeling of imploding was just wrong, he didn’t want to collapse in on himself he wanted to collapse into her. He wanted, damn it, he didn’t know what he wanted other that this feel to not ever fucking end.

Her moan got louder as his teeth sank into her tender flesh and suddenly she was screaming. Her thrashing stilled as her limbs froze. From the outside you would have thought she, in fact was frozen, but no. All of the thrashing and trembling was still happening all of the movement had coalesced down into one long orgasm that sent her muscles rippling around the invader that was now emptying itself deep inside her soul. His scream joined hers as her muscled contracted around him. They clutched at him in an unrelenting grip. She was so tight that he couldn’t move. He only buried himself deeper and rode out the ripples that were milking him of every bit of his soul. Here he was unmade in body and made again in a mass of quivering want, need, have and have not. He couldn’t take it any more. His legs gave out. He hit his knees as her body slipped from him. Her ass hit the ground with a slap that neither of them heard or cared about. He was spent, boneless and forgotten by the world.

He slid from his knees to his ass in a heap, staring at the female before him. The sound of the music was long forgotten he only heard her breath as he tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened. It was just sex, albeit the most mind blowing fucking fantastic sex he had ever had, but he felt as if he had some kind of epiphany and lost it somewhere deep inside the womb where his cum was now living. Like deep inside the sex of this woman was the meaning of life and existence and all that other shit Viggo was always going on about. Beauty and longing for more. Longing for love and acceptance, a need to be needed for himself and not who the world thought he was. It was all wrapped up in the girl he had named Bliss. The girl who currently looked as undone as he felt. She finally got control of her breathing, licked her lips dry from panting so hard and looked up at him. She looked directly at him with out looking away. He found himself lost in the honesty of that gaze. There was still plenty of need and want but now mixed with confusion. She was just as blown away as he was by the encounter. Neither of them knew how to speak. He didn’t know what to say, there was nothing to say and yet so much to tell.

A pounding on the door of the restroom and they both jumped. They had lost track of time and existence so wrapped up in the moment they had just had. He stood and spoke for the first time.

“Yeah mate, give me a minute.”

He took several paper towels from the rack and wet them down. He turned to her and helped her stand. Gently he cleaned her backside of the nasty floor residue. She still hadn’t moved without being prompted and he wondered if he had broken her. He snickered at the thought. Finally he had her clothes put to rights and himself cleaned up. As he unlocked the door he grasped her hand and pulled her to him.

“Well, Bliss. What say you and I go have a spot of coffee, eh?” He laughed at her expression when he named her, pulled her along after him through the crowd waiting on the loo and out into the night.

~fin~

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