Recalling Jack.

Do you remember how we met?

It was in Joes bar.

The music was blaring some stupid pop song when I finally saw you. As soon as your eyes found mine I knew I needed to have you.

My dick twitched, agreeing with me.

You were that fucking gorgeous that I stumbled over my words when I spoke to you. We talked about the shit music. The boredom. We'd come out for some excitement and ended up in a bar full of bouncing idiots.

I never asked your name.

I was too distracted by the shine in your beautiful eyes. The curves of your body called out to me. Forcing my cock to harden and strain against the rough denim if my jeans.

I had mentally cursed myself for going commando, but that's what happens when you forget to do laundry.

You told me you were hot, fanning your face. I instantly agreed with you.

"You're right." I'd whispered into your ear.

"You're so fucking hot. But I bet I can make you sweat."

I expected you to laugh at my cheesy line. But you blushed. That only made me need you more. You went on to correct me, or yourself.

"I'm actually hot." You said. "Like the opposite of cold. Get some air?"

Of course I agreed with you. I followed you out. My little secret; I loved watching you. I stared at your arse as it swayed from side to side with your steps.

My hand itching to slap and grab.

But I was a gentleman.

I waited.

We didn't really talk when we got outside. We went round the back of the club, to the alley down there. You leant against the cold, damp wall.

And you just looked at me.

Those eyes held beauty that even an artist couldn't capture. And they bored into mine with an intensity unheard of.

Do you really blame me for what happened next?

I stepped close to you, and gently pushed my hands into your hair. I brought my lips close to yours, but I held back on the contact. You could feel my breath against your own lips. And I waited only seconds for your consent, when I saw your breath hitch.

You were excited. The same as me. Your chest heaved, your nipples became hard.

So can you blame me when I crashed my mouth against yours.

I slid my tongue against yours in a passionate kiss, and soon things became more intense.

You lifted your leg up to my waist so I had no choice to pull it higher and grip it there.

I sucked your bottom lip into my mouth and gently bit down on it. Your whimper did it to me. That sexy noise from your mouth turned me into a beast.

I'm sorry for ripping your shirt. But I needed to get my mouth on those tits somehow. Taking off the shirt would of took too long.

As I sucked on your erect nipples you moaned, grinding your pussy against my cock. My cock was going through so much torture already.

Did you think I wouldn't pull up your skirt?

I yanked it to your waist and pulled on your underwear hard. It ripped in my hand. I don't think you really cared. You seemed as eager as me.

You gasped out loud when I pulled my hard dick free of its denim prison. I didn't want compliments about it. I just wanted you.

With no hesitation i guided myself to your wet ready hole. You helped. You pushed your hips toward me giving me the final say so. I slammed into your hot tight pussy and you cried out, wrapping your arms around my shoulders.

With one of your legs wrapped around my waist, I pounded into you against the alley wall behind Joes bar.

I fucked you hard and fast. When your moans got really loud, I had to press my hand against your mouth, muffling your hot sex noises.

You came twice before me.

I came so hard.

I've never had an orgasm so great. Never had a fuck so intense. Your friend shouted you from the front. Your ride was here. You ran to her quick. I picked up your red underwear.

I put them in my pocket.

Sorry about that. I hope to find you one day.

Remind you about that time behind Joes bar.

Anyway my name's Jack.

I never got yours.

Maybe we can make new memories one day.