Natasha's Touch/Rachel's Weekend

About the only people more dangerous than those at the local coffee shop are the drivers in this City. One notices a variety of activities on the road, many of which have little to do with driving. Some put on make-up, some shave, some talk on the phone (recently saw three people in a car all talking on separate phones), and of course, others flirt. The CS is not immune from such behavior...most notably with respect to the latter.

Recently, a few interesting road side opportunities presented themselves. Here's one of them...

At the end of a particularly hectic day, I was stuck in some nasty fwy-way traffic. Crappy as that situation was, things changed as two girls slowly engaged me in some traffic-tango at 10 miles per hour. They would pass, smile and move forward. I would pull ahead, catch a glimpse, smile and move on. This continued for a slow mile and I thought we had lost each other at one point. They caught up of though and the passenger rolled down the window and decided to draw first blood with some comment about my car. I noticed an obvious, yet sexy accent, and we continued to exchange some feisty banter.

This culminated with me asking who was going to take who out for dinner. After some giggles and consultation with her friend, she told me that I should be the one to take her. She wouldnt give me a phone number but took down my digits instead. The whole freeway fiasco lasted for a while and was good for nearly 3 accidents as we attempted to see who would out wit the other.

Surprisingly, she called me later that evening. "Natasha" is 24, from Czechoslovakia and staying with a friend while visiting the City. We talked on the phone while her friend (the driver) occasionally came on the line with some ball busting commentary. Turns out that Natasha is really the perfect opportunity...young, attractive, willing and visiting for only a month before returning back home.

We decided to meet at one of the hottest night spots around and agreed that we would both bring a friend. Now discreet as I may be, everyone needs a close friend to confide in and share certain aspects of their lives. "Josh" and I go way back and he remains such a friend. He knows of my activities and remains loyal and non-judgmental.

We met the girls late in the evening. The club was packed, the music was blaring and the crowd...well...the crowd was hot as usual. In fact, the amount of rubbernecking required at this place definitely makes one susceptible to whiplash. Right off the bat Josh whined that Natasha's friend "Stacy" was a "double bagger" (i.e. the kind so ugly that she requires two bags over her head before you fuck her...just in case the first bag breaks). But his job that night was to "fall on the grenade" for me anyway.

The music was so loud and it was so crowded that there wasnt much opportunity to talk. So the four of us drank hard. As Josh pounded more and more, so did Stacy, and we all decided to go grind away on the dance floor. The hot and sweaty dance session lasted for quite a while and I eventually saw Josh macking on Stacy's mouth. Natasha and I were all over each other to... yet it felt softer and not quite so obvious. Natasha and I eventually took a breather while Josh continued his dance floor romp with Stacy. They were both obviously toasted and sloppy with one another.

Josh is successful, good looking and great friend with a big heart. But often he is a prime example why being single doesnt necessarily equal happiness. (more on that another time). But Josh has a beautiful house with a with a breathtaking view of the City, which we agreed to take advantage of ahead of time if the opportunity presented itself. I suggested to Natasha that we blow the club and go to his place. She didnt blink an eye, and we went to drag Josh and Stacy off the dance floor.

When we finally got back to Josh's pad, both he and Stacy were wasted. Without hesitating, he took Stacy into his bedroom and closed the door, leaving Natasha and I to fend for ourselves.

Now...Natasha is classically beautiful. Dark black hair...blue eyes, cascading long hair, lean with perky breasts and long legs. Her best feature is her face...which I thought was rather striking...beautiful cheek bones, nose and eyes. She definitely had a noticeable European look and style about her.

We both had a great buzz going and we didnt waste any time. I was on a plush couch with a tremendous view of the flickering lights outside. Natasha straddled me from above, hiked her skirt above her hips and started grinding in a slow circular motion. She was real deliberate and sensual in the way she moved and it got me hard quickly. My hands where on her hips massaging and caressing when she took one of my hands an placed it inside her panties, rubbing and grinding her pussy lips against my fingers. She kept her hand on mine guiding and directing in the exact motion that she wanted against her pussy and I felt her get wetter and wetter against my skin. We kissed lightly...everything was soft, sexy and sensual. She unzipped my pants and stroked my cock with these long strokes from the base all the way up to the head where she would stop and squeeze just that little bit harder...then back down again. She seemed to know exactly where the sensitive spot was and squeezed it just right before knowing when to release. It didnt take long for my pre-cum to add the perfect lubrication to her technique and she continued at it slow and firm till my head just became to senstaive to her touch. She then began rubbing the head against her wet lips and clit...teasing it, not letting it inside...but flicking and gliding it against herself. I sensed both of our breathing increase with each glide against her smooth lips.

She pulled her thong off to the side and raised herself slightly to put me inside of her. She did this ever so slowly... letting me inside her slowly...centimeter by centimeter, squeezing her muscles as I entered deeper and deeper. The slow pace felt so good against my cock that I just let her do her thing. She was so adept at guiding and directing that I just let her run the show.

The entire experience was sensual and slow. Never did it get rough or fast...no matter which position we switched to...she had slow and deliberate movements that teased and felt so good. It not only made for an extremely long and hot fuck session, but one that was more intense and intimate than usual. So intense and so hot the session that I came for so long and in such a way that I thought I was going to bust a vessel in my brain.

The night really ended the next morning, and I eventually went to breakfast with Josh. As usual, we exchanged stories, had some fun discussions, and he of course claimed that I was the only reason that he nailed the Double Bagger. But we both knew he would do it all over again.

As for me, I enjoyed my night with Natasha, but knew that I couldnt see her again. In many respects, she was the perfect opportunity and the perfect lay...especially since she was in town for only a month. No strings and no problems. But whether it was her style, sensual approach, or some other reason, I sensed that I could get attached to her. And even if it only lasted a month, that kind of attachment would be unhealthy and against the "rules."

A Night with Rachel

The CS "pulled the trigger" and decided to take Rachel up on her offer, with a slight modification. One day and night, not three. She agreed and plans are in the works. Anything more than one night would likely increase emotional involvement and lead to "issues." We'll see what happens.