lancez d'abord la partie deux (First Fling part 2)...

What follows is the second installment of lancez d'abord, so if you are under 17 or have an aversion to soft core trash romance fiction then you may want to follow this link.

If you missed part 1.
At a readers request the protagonists name has been changed from Sally to Saffron.

lancez d'abord la partie deux (First Fling part 2)

"Hey Guys whats on tonight, Yeah! having a good one? I'm havin' a good one...want some company, yeah, love this place!?" Enter the stereotype.

There is one at every pub. They are in their mid 50's, they haven't had sex (without paying for it) since 1975. Their soul aim in life is to interrupt everyones evening with nonsensical ranting.

How am I going to get rid of this guy, thinks Saffron.

Saffron is intolerant of interruption. Dale aka. uninvited incumbent puts his beer on their table. Spying an opportunity, Saffron picks up the beer while Dale isn't looking and moves it five tables down. Dale turns around and in a state of alcohol induced confusion he thinks, "I'm drunk, but I swear I left a beer here!" Dale smiles, sways and sets off in search of his missing beverage.

"So, sex," she says.

Greg is visibly surprised, his eyes indicate as much. He didn't predict precociousness. Little does Greg know that Saffron is making up for lost time.

Struggling for the right rely in an unprecedented circumstance, Greg grasps at old faithful.

"Well, if it's the right person."

"Me?" says Saffron provocatively.

"Yes," says Greg.

Yes. It is the sexiest word in the English language. It means you win. You succeed. You get what you want. Right that very second, all Saffron wanted was Greg.

Standing and lingering in the moment, enjoying the game. Then slowly walking behind Greg putting her arms over his shoulders, leaning forward, she whispers, "want to get out of here?"

At pace heading for a taxi it starts to rain. Looking out of the taxi Saffron can see slices of the sky though office blocks, rain falls down the window obscuring her view. Warmth on her thigh, Greg's hand. Gently she moves her hips forward, increasing the angle of her thigh so his hand slips down further, his thumb tickles her stomach as it skims across the top of her jeans.

A dash from the taxi to the door, keys and hands fumble in the dark. The sound of the release of the door lock sounds like relief of frustration.

Unbuttoning her jeans Greg grabs her by her waist and lifts her on top of a sideboard by the door. Both hands around her jeans he strips them from her body , drops to his knees. Saffron screams, Greg's face buried between her thighs, holding the back of his head directing him. His tongue snakes in and out of her , grabbing him by the back of his shirt she brings him back up to her face, moving her hips closer to his body, kissing him and tasting herself on his tongue.

His hands around her arse and picking her up they kiss as he walks her down the hallway to his bedroom.The pressure of his hands drives her hips towards him and though his jeans she can feel him. Saffron draws breath before the impact of being thrown on bed sends shivers through her.

Standing above her in a half light, she can appreciate the entirety of him. His stature, his dominance.

Getting to her knees she crawls towards him, his manhood is distinct through his jeans. She grabs at his belt buckle, tearing at it. Sinking her mouth onto him, she can feel the raw heat of an evenings worth of anticipation.

Taking a condom from his top drawer, tearing it with his teeth to open it. Saffron takes it from him, putting it in her mouth she rolls it down the length of him, coming up to meet his eyes she whispers, "are you ready?"

Nodding submissively Greg lays down beside her, straddling him she sinks herself on to him. Slowly at first with an almost adolescent hesitation. As she feels his warmth filling her, from within deep her, Saffron feels her latent sexual identity on fire. This was who she is, free and sexually self determined. She felt alive.

Passionately they were together till dawn.

Knowing that this was all it needed to be for her, Saffron woke early. In the bathroom, putting on her face. She was content. This was her first fling. The first of many.

Stay tuned, weary travelers.