Connections (2 page)

It was always a game of truth or dare that would lead to the same thing every time. Shayla would go up to a strange guy and hit on him. Sometimes it would just be a make out session on the way home, a few times she gave blow jobs to guys in alley ways in the city, and she did have a fair share of sex with these guys.

She could feel her body warm at the memory of one in particular. He’d actually been her first, he was older then she was. He was a young executive who had a thing for younger girls. He just hadn’t realized just how young she was.

“
Is this seat taken?” Shayla licked her cherry red lips as she sat across from the guy in the suit. He wore it well, and even at just seventeen she knew it.

“
It is now.” He glanced at her from behind his newspaper, watching the way she arched forward presenting her perky breasts that were stretching out her tight tank top.

“
I’m Shayla.” She smiled surprised she was able to do this. Most guys in suits put the paper down for her.

He nodded as he watched her uncross her legs, catching sight of her white panties she wore under her skirt. He could tell she thought he was ignoring her, which was driving her crazy.

“
Listen, my friends and I were playing truth or dare and well they dared me something really silly.” She confessed as she leaned forward giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. “They dared me to come over here and ask you to take my virginity.”

Virgin. His cock grew hard just at the sound. Here this ripe virgin was across from him, offering herself up. “Doesn’t that seem dangerous?”

“
Isn’t that part of what makes sex exciting, the danger?”

He smiled, “I doubt you’re really a virgin.”

She moved her hand closer to his throbbing crotch, “Only one way for you to find out.”

He caught her hand, stopping her before she did something that would get them kicked off the train. “All in due time.” He pulled out his business card and wrote down a number.

“
What’s this?” She pouted and batted her eyes at him.

“
If your serious Shayla, call that number at ten am, I’ll tell you where to meet me.”

She could feel the excitement building inside of her, her pussy getting wet and her nipples already hard against her tank top. “Okay, I will then.”

The train pulled into the station not much later, and Shayla and her friends waited in a coffee shop until ten am, when she took to a payphone to call the handwritten number. Shortly after she met him outside a giant office building, and the two went to his favorite out of the way place.

Shayla was nervous, what if he turned out to be a serial killer that got off on young girls hitting on him. What if this place he was taking her to was where he murdered them.

It however wasn’t as bad as she was expecting, it was a decent hotel that he checked into. He took her upstairs and gave her a glass of wine to help her relax, while he drank Scotch.

“
Do you normally hit on men on the train?” he asked as he loosened his tie, he hadn’t spent much time working while he was in the office. He’d spent it trying not to think about her tight, wet, hole he was hoping to stretch, to fit him perfectly.

Shayla smiled, “Normally I don’t offer up my pussy, in fact you’re the first. I do, normally make the offer to drop to my knees.”

He sat at the foot of the bed, “Drop.”

Shayla did as she was commanded. She moved between his legs, pushing them apart so she could access his rock hard dick.

He’d already unzipped and unbuttoned his fly. He was wondering if her cherry lipstick would end up on his balls. When it did, it was a huge turn on for him.

Shayla felt nervous, this was a far different setting then she was used to. Normally this would take place in an alley, a basement, under the bleachers, backseat of a car. Never like this, never with the promise of her pussy being pounded, the possibility of her coming.

“
Be a good girl Shayla, suck my cock like the hungry little slut you want to be.”

His words turned her on as her fingers grasped him, milking him with her hand for a few strokes as she licked her lips before finally filling her mouth with him.

She could feel his heart racing as she licked him like a Popsicle. Her tongue moving in slow strokes several times before she took him deep in her mouth, feeling him at the back of her throat, amazed she wasn’t gagging.

His fingers clawed at the back of her head, encouraging her to take him as deep as possible. “I’m close.”

His moan made her hungry for him more then she already was as she released him just in enough time to milk his climax and feel his stick hot spunk on her face. She wiped it off with her fingers, before sucking them clean as well. “Mmm, tasty. I hope you have more.”

“
Take off your clothes, slowly.” He sat on the edge of the bed watching as Shayla unzipped her skirt, pushing it past her hips and let it pool at her feet on the floor. She bit her lip as she pulled her tank top up revealing her young breasts.

He patted the space on the bed next to him as he moved back towards the pillows having tossed his pants near the bathroom. “Come here.”

She crawled over to him, his lips capturing hers as he pulled her body down on top of him.

His hands reached down, trying to memorize the feel of her curves before taking her breasts in his hands. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, feeling the way they reacted to his touch, the way she jumped just a little bit.

He started to kiss her neck as his hands traveled down her smooth young skin. “When you cum, and you will, don’t call out my name.”

“
Are you sure?” She gasped as she felt his fingers between her legs.

He took a nipple between his lips, his teeth brushing against them in a promising manner. “Yes, instead,” his tongue flicked her nipple, “Call out Uncle.”

Shayla wasn’t sure what to think, not that she really could think as his fingers traced around her clit, causing little spasms to build inside her. “Whatever you say.”

“
You’re a wet little thing, aren’t you?” He rolled Shayla onto her back, he hovered over her, “Do I make you wet?”

“
Yes, you do.” She was amazed by the power she felt with him over her. Her stomach twisted with nerves, she had no idea who this man was, yet she was desperate to feel him inside of her.

“
Say it, I want to hear you say it.” His voice grew deeper as his fingers slid in and out of her pussy.

Shayla bit her lip for a moment as she felt her body aching for more, her mind dizzy, “You make me so wet—Uncle.”

He smiled, “Good girl.” He spread her legs apart a little more as he positioned his hard cock at her virgin entry.

She felt a pressure unlike anything else she’d experienced before.

“
Nice and tight, the way Uncle likes it.” He moaned as he pushed in slowly, letting her tight pussy accept him. “You like the feel of my cock in you?”

Shayla could only nod as he began to move slowly at first and then more quickly. She dug her nails into his shoulders as she tried to meet his speed with all this thrusts.

Her body glistened with sweat as she kissed him again, her body urging him to be inside of her, deep in her as a wave of pleasure she’d only brought onto herself before started to ripple through her. “Uncle!” She cried, “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

“
Say it again!” He roared as he thrust in with more power than Shayla had ever felt before.

“
Fuck me Uncle, Fuck me!” She could barely get the words out as collapsed on top of her.

He climbed off her a moment later as he moved around the room to retrieve his clothes and redressed.

Shayla was afraid to move, had she really just done it? Her V-card was gone now, she’d been ravaged by this man in the middle of the afternoon in a hotel room.

He adjusted his tie, “You better get dressed, we have to check out.”

She sat up and looked around for a moment before finding her clothes and putting them back on. “Thank you.” She spoke softly as she looked at him in his suit.

He smiled, “Next time you’re in the city, call the number you did earlier and tell them you’re my niece.”

Shayla nodded as she took the card out of her pocket and studied it for a moment, “What if I’m not in the city and I’m thinking of you?”

“
Shayla, I have a wife and kids. I can’t be fucking you on the weekends.” He took her wrist and pulled her close to him, “We can have a standing date, as long as you promise me that no other man is fucking that tight, wet pussy of yours.”

She blinked before looking up at him, “I promise.”

“
Good girl.” He kissed her so hard she had to wrap her arms around him to keep from falling over. “Call me later and we’ll make plans. Next time we’ll have more time together.”

“
Of course Brad, I will.” She smiled as he led her into the hall before they each took separate elevators to the lobby.

When she thought about
Uncle
Brad, she would still find the wetness between her legs soaking her panties. He’d done things to her and with her that no other guy had done.

She was horny.

She needed to fuck someone.

Hell, she’d take giving a blow job if it gave her some sort of sexual outlet.

Her eyes scanned the car, teenage boys, men who were far too old for her, a couple of guys age appropriate, but most of them were dressed just like Brad. That would be the worst thing for her right now.

“
Should I say good afternoon or good evening?” His voice had a slight Northern New Jersey accent, so slight she almost didn’t catch it.

She smiled at the stranger who was taking a seat across from her. “Whichever you prefer.”

“
Business or pleasure?” He pointed towards her binder.

“
Business,” she sighed, “Though I could be interested in some pleasure, if you are.”

He smiled, liking how direct this woman was, “I’m Zach, and you are?”

Closing the binder, feeling the warmth between her legs as she leaned forward, a smile playing on her lips, “Shayla.”

“
Well Shayla, what sort of pleasure are you up for?” Zach smelled of a pine needles and Dial soap.

Shayla was sure she’d smiled it before, but never on a man like this, “I’m up for anything.”

“
Now, that could be a dangerous thing to say to a stranger on a train.” He reached out to brush her strawberry locks from her eyes, “I’ll be staying in Summit, and maybe we could meet up for drinks and see what happens.”

All Shayla could think about was how good it would feel to fuck a stranger, and the excuse meeting him up for drinks would give her to leave her parents’ house. It was almost like she was back in high school meeting up with Brad whenever possible, which wasn’t often. “I’ll be in Summit as well.” She pulled out a piece of paper from her purse and wrote her number on it, “Text me.”

He took the paper with a smile on his face as if he knew what he’d be getting by the end of the night, “How about we meet at The Office at 8?”

Shayla didn’t make it back to Summit very often, but she knew that’s where a lot of her friends from high school went when they were in town, drinking Blue Moon and catching up. Then again, they’d always loved to gossip about her encounters back then, why not now as well? “That sounds perfect Zach.”

“
I’ll see you tonight then.” He rose just as the train was pulling into the station. Against his khaki’s she could see the bulge and it was impressive. He was waiting for other passengers around them as he offered to help Shayla with her bag.