Random Encounter

by Allyson Lindt

He gestured at a room that looked straight out of a catalog page—queen sized bed with matching, soft colored bedding and a headboard stained the same way as the dresser and vanity table.

  Yup, straight out of a catalogue photo shoot, including the tripods, and cameras locked away on the opposite side of the room.

  “And by this you don’t mean porn.” Adrienne was skeptical.

  I had to clear the air. “Boudoir shoots.”

  “Ahh.” Understanding spread over her face.

  Dustin made his way to the cabinet with the electronics, pulled out a video recorder, and attached it to one of the tripods. “Turns out a lot of men get the wrong idea when someone like me photographs their significant other in sexy lingerie. Or less.”

  “So, um, what do we do now?” Adrienne must have suddenly found her shoes fascinating. The abrupt shyness made her sexier.

  “Dustin, what kind of room do we have to maneuver?” I asked. He and I had used the room a few times for a range of projects, but they’d all been still shots. I’d specifically promised Adrienne clothes on because the thought of teasing her, stripping her down, and fucking her until she screamed with ecstasy, all in front of a camera, gave me a full-on chubby.

  And if she was as timid and inexperienced with sex as she claimed, I wasn’t the guy to help her discover whether or not she was capable of no-strings-fucking.

  Dustin pointed at the floor. “Keep it on the rug, including the bed, and the camera will catch it.”

  Smart man.

  I loosely grasped Adrienne’s hand and led her to the approximate middle of the rug. “Where do you want to start?”

  She shrugged, but didn’t pull her hand away, despite not meeting my gaze. “Pretend I don’t know anything about anything.” Her head flew up. “I do. Know some things. Not nearly as many as I probably should at my age, but I was married, I’m not a virgin, I’m just not—” She clenched her jaw shut.

  God, how desperately I wanted to help her figure out what she really liked. And possibly beat the shit out of an ex-husband who hadn’t done that with her. Nah, I wasn’t a violent guy. I’d just make sure he knew what he’d missed out on.

  “We’ll start at the beginning, and work our way up.” I stepped behind her and angled us to face Dustin. “Stop me if you need to, for any reason.”

  “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Her reply was quiet.

  I wasn’t so certain, but it was time to embrace my inner teenager and figure out how much we could get up to without ever leaving first base. I pressed into Adrienne’s back and slid my hands along her hips, to link my fingers and rest my palms on her stomach.

  Her quiet sigh was fuel spilling through my veins.

  “I’m not that inexperienced,” she said.

  I leaned my head in, mouth near her ear. She smelled like strawberries and Reese’s perfume. “You said the beginning.”

  “I did. Please, keep going.”

  And now I wanted to hear her actually begging. Instead, I glided my hands higher, over her shirt, to lightly cup her breasts.

  At her gasp, I was rock hard, my erection pressing into the soft curve of her ass.

  “We expect this will be one of our more popular emotes.” I managed to keep my voice even and resist the desire to knead gently. “We’ll need variations on it in the future, so feel free to think about what you’d like to see done differently.”

  “Sounds hard.” She paused, then shook her head with a laughing-sigh. “You know what I mean.”

  I very distinctly knew what she meant. “Next up…” I glided a hand down her stomach, over her jeans, to cover her crotch. Her hips bucked toward my touch, and it took all of my restraint to keep from responding. “Visually there’s not much to that one, but it’s a favorite of mine.”

  “Same. We have so much in common.”

  I smiled and spun her to face me, turning us both at the same time so our sides were to the camera. I ran a hand along her ass, down the back of her leg, and hooked her knee to pull it up to my hip. “You see a lot of this in porn.” My hips itched to press closer. “And this is the kind of thing we’re avoiding in game.”

  Her giggle was breathy and pink flushed her face and neck. “If that’s the case, why show me?”

  “So you can see how completely impractical it is in real life. Can you imagine trying to fuck like this?”

  “Believe me, I’m trying.”

  Me too. “But no?”

  She shook her head. “Maybe… No. Not even if I were fifteen years younger.”

  “This, on the other hand.” I let go of her leg to draw a light touch along her jaw and over her neck, before knotting my fingers in her hair with a soft yank.

  She whimpered, and I instinctively tightened my grip. I tugged harder, coaxing her to her knees. The way she looked up at me, eyes wide and hungry, was a mirror to my soul.

  Her smirk came out of nowhere. “Big surprise. I’m familiar with blow jobs.”

  Of course she was. Selfish, inconsiderate ex. "How about this then?” I helped her to her feet, and pressed my body to hers as I angled her toward the bed. “Lie on your back.”

  She did.

  I didn’t give Adrienne time to consider if this was awkward, as I moved in to prop one of her legs up. I knelt between her thighs. Despite this all being a mime act, I couldn’t help but apply enough pressure to make sure she felt it, as I ran my fingertips up the inside of her thighs, and pressed higher, in every spot I wanted my mouth to be. My head followed the path, diving between her legs.

  Having my face this close to her pussy and not being able to take a taste was cruel and unusual punishment, I was pretty sure. Especially when her heavy breathing mingled with the hammering of my pulse in my ears.

  “What else?” I asked as I pulled away and tugged her into a sitting position. We hadn’t covered much, but realistically, the average person only screwed in so many positions. As I adjusted myself, both my seat and my dick, I caught a glimpse of Dustin, who watched us, not the camera, with open lust and desire.

  “How does it work with more than two people? Actually work?” Adrienne’s question drew my attention again. Her lips were bright, despite her lipstick having faded hours ago, and she alternated between biting and licking the bottom one.

  I wanted to lean in and do that for her. “Dustin, leave the camera running, and join us.” I lay down next to Adrienne, and patted my legs. “Straddle me.”

  She did, resting her ass a few inches above my knees.

  “No one’s dick is that long,” I teased. “In real life or in game. Scoot up.”

  Adrienne ducked her head, and didn’t budge.

  I rested my hands on her knees, teasing my thumbs along the inside of her legs, and urged her closer. Her weight and heat pressed through two layers of denim to tease my cock.

  “Like this?” Her question was breathless.

  “Perfect.” More of a growl slid into my reply than I intended. I swallowed hard and summoned the last threads of my composure, to sound normal. “The trick is making room for multiple bodies, in a way that at least tries to prevent leg cramps.”

  Dustin knelt behind Adrienne.

  I trailed my hands up her ass and over her back, pulling her chest to mine, and Dustin moved to press in behind her.

  “And sex is possible like this?” Each breath Adrienne took shuddered through me.

  “Possible. Fun. It just takes a little coordination and timing.” I returned my hands to her hips to grip tight, and rocked her in short strokes, while I thrust with my hips. Strictly to prove my point.

  Then Adrienne was grinding against me on her own. Her eyelids fluttered while she licked her lips and dry humped me.

  I was captivated. And probably about thirty seconds from coming in my jeans, like I was a kid again. It would be worth it. I drew a thumb along her bottom lip.

  She gasped and her eyes flew wide open. “So those are the basics, right?” She rolled off me and far enough away to break all contact with both Dustin
and me.

  That sucked. But it was a good indicator that I was right to not push for more. “Those are the basics.”

  “It’s later than I thought, I should go.” Adrienne scurried to her feet. “Thank you for the help. You’ll send me a link to the file on the cloud or something?” she asked Dustin. “For reference, of course.”

  “Yeah. Of course.” Dustin’s voice was thick with lust.

  She took a few steps toward the door. “I should get going.”

  “Once you’ve reviewed, let us know what else you need to see.” I couldn’t have the night end on an off note. We all had to look each other in the eye on Monday.

  Adrienne’s smile flickered through her discomfort. “I will. Thank you for a great night. All of it.”

  “I’ll walk you out.” I had to adjust myself again when I stood. It was tempting to stay here. Fuck Dustin. Cuddle after? Nope. I didn’t know where that impulse came from, but I wasn’t indulging it.

  “I’ll call you in the morning, Phillip,” Dustin called as we left.

  Adrienne and I were quiet as we headed outside. But her smile and thank you were genuine when we reached her car. I waited until she was on the road, then headed out as well. The instant I got home, I was going to beat off until I was raw.

  Ten

  Adrienne

  What just happened to me?

  I knew. The images were vivid in my mind as I drove home. The sensations of Phillip touching everywhere. Of Dustin pressing into my back.

  I’d never been so turned on. I desperately wanted more, but at the same time, what little we did almost made me explode. When Phillip pushed me to my knees, I wanted to drag his zipper down with my teeth and taste him. Did people really do that? I couldn’t stop thinking about him between my legs, his tongue gliding up my slit while Dustin watched. While some anonymous person on the other side of the camera watched, and Dustin joined us.

  My hand drifted between my legs again, toward the throb that wouldn’t stop. I so badly wanted relief.

  As I navigated on mostly auto-pilot, I turned the corner near a small park. It was barely a single playground, and the lights in the back corner of the parking lot were out.

  Need and inspiration overrode anything else, and I parked my car in the darkness. It was almost two in the morning, and there was no one around.

  Would I care if there was?

  I shut off the car. The sudden still drove home how empty but open this space was. Anybody could walk by.

  I pushed my jeans and panties down to the crease where my legs met my hips, and glided my fingers between my thighs. I was so wet. Every moment from Dustin’s room played out in my head, but more vividly. Our clothes came off.

  What if one of them caught me now, fingering myself in a parking lot? They’d better offer to help.

  I didn’t need any teasing or build-up. I stroked my swollen clit hard to the wash of memories and fantasy. Orgasm sped up hard and fast, washing over me, but I didn’t want to stop. I still needed more.

  I rubbed until my hand and core ached, before I finally pulled away. I sucked my fingers clean, one at a time. That was new for me, but right now the taste was as much a turn on as everything else.

  It took me a while to catch my breath and regain my senses. When I did, I cleaned myself up with napkins from the glove compartment, and finished my drive home.

  The memory of tonight was going in the use over and over bin for sure.

  I woke up to streams of mid-morning sunlight warming my face, through blinds I’d forgotten to close last night.

  Last night. The memories and heat flooded back on a fluffy cloud of lust. Did I really do that in the park? Did we really all do that before?

  If I hadn’t bolted, would Phillip have kissed me? Would we have moved past the clothes on stage? Would I have been able to look them in the eye on Monday morning? It really felt like the two of them had experience with the no emotional attachment part of a relationship. Could I ever do something like that?

  The question bounced in my head while I stripped out of the rest of my clothes and climbed into the shower.

  I hadn’t been able to draw that line with Sean, but I’d learned so much since then. About people. About myself. I certainly didn’t trust myself in a relationship. Not now. Maybe not ever again.

  Okay, so that was a bit melodramatic, but it would be a while. I still had so much to learn about me. Moments like last night seemed like one of those things I wanted to add to that who am I list. How did someone even go about finding casual hookups?

  Probably not by asking the guys I worked with. Though, the desire to be with them again, but more intimately was intense, and the desire to hook up with anyone long term was non-existent.

  I finished my shower, toweled off, and ran a comb through my hair, leaving it in loose, damp strands around my shoulders. I wasn’t seeing anyone today, so I might as well be comfortable in my favorite faded shorts, and oversized T-shirt.

  Did Dustin send me that footage yet? I scrolled through my phone, to see if the email was there.

  My doorbell rang. Must be a wrong house. Or missionaries. When I yanked the door open, and saw Sean on the other side, I cursed building management again for not putting peepholes in the doors.

  “Adrienne. I’m glad I caught you.” His smile wasn’t warm or friendly, and he stepped into my apartment without waiting for permission.

  What was he doing here? He wasn’t supposed to have this address. A knot of fear formed in my gut, and I tried to reconcile it. Sean had never hurt me physically, but before a week ago, I also wouldn’t have guessed he was the guy who would track me down, again and again, to get my attention.

  “Actually, I’m just about to head out. I’m waiting for a call now.” I held up my phone, and pressed the phone button and the first number on the recents list while I wiggled it. “Oh, there it is now.”

  I put the device to my ear, not caring that it was still ringing. “Hey.” I hoped my greeting sounded normal. Could I fake a conversation with no one? Who had I called and what would they do if they picked up? “Yeah, I can go now.”

  “Hey, Addie.” Dustin’s voice rang in my ear when he answered.

  He’d either play along or he wouldn’t. How hard could it be? People did this on TV all the time. “That’s fine. No worries. My place or yours?”

  “What are you—”

  “Yeah, totally.” I cut Dustin off, and tried to ignore Sean’s scrutiny. “If you come here, you can see Sean again.”

  “Is he there now?” Dustin’s tone shifted from confusion to something deeper.

  There was no way this would work. Sean would find out and he’d be pissed and then things would be worse. “Ten minutes sounds great. I mean, I’m ready now, so whatever.”

  “We’re on our way,” Dustin said.

  I faked a smile and hoped it looked real. “Love you too. See you soon.” I disconnected, my heart hammering against my ribs. “They’ll be here soon,” I said to Sean. “Let’s schedule something.”

  “Who was that?” He didn’t move.

  “Dustin. My boyfriend you met the other day? Who else would I say love you to?”

  “You used to say it to me. I don’t know how many other men you’re stringing along.”

  My anger cranked to match my nervousness. “I’m not stringing along anyone. Are you going to stick around to see him? He really wants to see you.” Could I intimidate Sean into leaving? Dustin said he was on his way, but I didn’t know what that meant.

  “Cool. I’d love a chance to talk to him again.” Sean crossed his arms and leaned against a nearby wall. “I can’t believe you’re dating an asshole like that.”

  “You don’t even know him.” Neither did I, but nothing about him set off warning bells. Then again, neither had Sean at first.

  Sean sneered. “Guys like that are two-dimensional and straight out of a bad movie. He’s probably a gym rat who would rather bench press than spend time with his woman, and he only
goes out with you because you’re plain and easy. I actually care about you.”

  I clenched my fists, biting back the sudden surge of tears and hurt. This was the Sean I knew, and I wouldn’t let him tear me down. “That’s not true.” Great comeback, Adrienne. I jammed my hands in my pockets to keep them from shaking my whole body apart. “You should go.”

  “I want to talk, and we can do that before he gets here.”

  “About what?” My jaw hurt from how tightly I clenched it.

  “You need to come back to me.”

  “Go.” My voice cracked rather than coming out strong.

  My apartment door swung open without warning, and Dustin strode in. He walked up to me, wrapped an arm around my waist, dipped his head to mine, and kissed me. He somehow managed sweet and hard at the same time, and I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, needing something to hold onto, as I pressed back into him.

  “Missed you, Addie,” he murmured against my mouth when he broke away. He straightened and turned to Sean, never taking his arm off my waist. “Didn’t miss you. Something I can do for you?”

  Phillip was here too, like I’d magically summoned them both, and he’d moved to my other side, subtly angling himself between me and Sean.

  Sean glanced between them before focusing on me again. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Text me and let me know when we can talk.”

  “Thanks. She won’t.”

  I should be miffed at Dustin for speaking for me, but I was too grateful at Sean’s leaving.

  The instant he was through the doorway, I closed and bolted it locked behind him, then leaned against it. At least I didn’t have to worry now about how awkward it would be seeing Dustin and Phillip again. “Thank you. I’m sorry. I called the first number in my phone. I just wanted to make him leave.”

  “You don’t have to apologize.” Dustin’s shrug was so casual, it was sexy, especially combined with the growl that lined his voice. “I’m always here for something like this.”

  “We both are,” Phillip said.

  I was on board for that. “How did you get here so fast? Both of you? How did you know where here was?”