Date: Tue, 21 Jul 2015 17:35:30 +0200
From: Bion Given <biogenius7@gmail.com>
Subject: Fucking in the Aquarium 2

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The Blue Waters restaurant was definitely a sophisticated venue that
certainly met the high standards of Michelle's sophisticated
palate. Unfortunately, it would also inevitably put a nice dent in my
wallet. An elderly well dressed gentleman showed us to our table, and
informed us that our waiter would be with us shortly. I felt very out of
place in this very smug posh affair. Everyone was well-dressed, and you got
the feeling that people came here to be "seen" rather than to actually
eat. Michelle insisted I wear some sort of formal attire so I managed to
throw on a clean pressed shirt and some chinos and she was sporting a sleek
grey dress which would have been appealing if I was so
inclined. Unfortunately, since my little escapade earlier on with a certain
blonde dumping a fresh load of semen into my bowels; I had not been able to
prevent picturing much else other than him bending me over. I was
constantly becoming hard just looking at pretty much anything blonde.

"Can I interest you in a bottle of campaign" the voice was terrifying
familiar and culminated in an instant erection swelling inside my pants. My
entire body went cold and I'm sure my face instantly paled. Orange shorts
had a devilish smirk on his face. Tiny droplets of sweat formed at my
forehead as my mind swam with the possibilities of what he could tell my
wife. Everything was so tantalizing about him, the black pants sat snugly
at his crotch and he had a pressed white shirt that fitted his torso
perfectly, which he wore with a black tie.  This was the general attire of
the waiters in this restaurant.

 "Yes please, that would be lovely." My wife answered his question.  "I'll
be right on it". Orange Shorts turned and swiftly walked toward the bar. I
hadn't realised that I had been holding my breath the entire time Orange
Shorts and exhaled forcefully a lot more at ease now that he had
left. Michelle hadn't seemed to have taken any notice of my inner turmoil
whatsoever, in fact she didn't seem particularly concerned with me at all;
her attention was fixed on the view of the ocean. I pondered whether Orange
Shorts would confront my wife, he had no reason to do it and I could
blatantly deny ever seeing him. There was a large part of me that dismissed
my anxieties and just longed to touch him, to feel him against my body. I
should also find a more suitable name for him since he was no longer in
Orange Shorts. The waiter guy that fucked me in the aquarium seemed apt
enough.

Orange Shorts (I guess the name just stuck) returned with two glasses of
campaign and a bottle in an ice bucket. He paid no attention to me even
though I followed his every move as he laid out a glass for my wife, then
the bucket and finally placed my glass at the very edge of the table and
from between his fingers dropped a tiny note in my lap. He said he would
return later to take our orders and left. Michelle took a sip from her
glass and returned her attention to the ocean. I carefully unfolded the
note which simply read "follow me". I looked up to see Orange Shorts
heading toward the men's restrooms. I informed Michelle that I was going to
the restroom and took off after him.

I found him standing against a door further down from the restroom that
said `staff only'. He had a smug grin on his face.

"Missed me?" I just nodded as he opened the door and I followed him
in. This was a bare supply room with large pots and trays probably for
larger events. As soon as Orange Shorts had the door locked, he gripped the
back of my skull and pinned me against the wall crushing my face against
the cold concrete wall. I felt his thick erection press against my ass
through his pants. He reached around me for my belt and made quick work of
the buckle and my zip and swiftly pulled my pants to just below my ass with
just one hand. His bare cock slick with his warm saliva pressed between my
cheeks. He surprised me again with just how quick he was in getting his
cock primed and ready to fuck me without me even noticing. His cock pushed
against my asshole and I exhaled forcefully and relaxed enough for his cock
to work its way inside my ass. I gasped as his massive length penetrated
me. He gave me no time to adjust to his length and he started brutally
fucking me with forceful strokes. He clamped one hand to my mouth before my
brain even had time to register making a sound from the brutal ass fucking
Orange Shorts was giving me. His pelvis slammed into my ass causing loud
slaps as skin hit skin. He moaned and I gasped into his hand. It wasn't
sweet or loving, he was simply fucking me in a pure unadulterated way only
a man could withstand and I loved every minute of it. I could feel his dick
pulsing in my ass and I knew he was close. Orange Shorts couldn't hold out
from the savage fucking that he was giving me. He pistoned his cocks into
my ass until his balls were resting against my asscheeks and before long he
shot his thick streams of cum deep inside me. I felt his warm cum fill me
on the inside. He gasped loudly and gripped my waist to steady himself
before dropping his sweaty forehead to rest against my neck.

It played out like it did before; he quickly slipped out of my ass and
started to pull his pants up. He whispered for me to get myself sorted
quickly. Before he could run away and leave me with yet another load of cum
in my ass, I gripped his arm and asked him the question that had been
plaguing my mind since we first met.

"What's your name?"

"Jason."

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