One Night Stand

Chapter 2

As soon as we reached my room, I quickly closed the blinds and flicked on the bedside lamp all the while Dale was pulling back the covers from the bed and getting himself settled. I was standing in my bra and panties only as I walked over to the edge of the bed. Dale pulled my arm gently making me fall on top of him.

He quickly rolled us over as he towered over my body. His hands and lips attacking and soon my bra and panties were gone. He kissed and nipped all over, rolling my nipples between his finger and thumb. Making me a moaning mess below him.

“Hmmm, you like that?” he whispered in my ear as he licked and sucked my earlobe.

“Yeah” I reply as I run my fingers through his hair, earning myself with a groan from him.

I ran my hands down his back to the waistband of his very tight boxers pulling them down, he quickly got rid of them and was soon between my legs. I could feel his excitement resting against my thigh. As he kissed over my belly whilst kneading my chest, I reached over and grabbed a condom from my bottom drawer.

Dale got to work ripping the foil packet and stretching the latex over his huge thick member. By god he was big. Bigger than my ex or any other man I have been with.

“Fuck, you really are a sexy little minx” he says as he leans down and kisses me.

“Less talking more fucking” I say as I raise my hips a little. He groans at me as he lines himself up at my entrance.

“Bossy much” he says as he pushes his cock into my pussy. I arch my back at the feeling, being so full. He has stretched me good and proper. I moan as he thrusts hard and slow. He reaches down and places my legs around his waist, getting a better angle to fuck me.

It has been too long since I was with a guy, and my toys are just nothing in comparison. I can feel my core clench around his huge cock as I squeal out as I reach my first orgasm.

“Fuck, you are so tight” he says as I come down from high. All I can do is nod my head as he keeps pounding into me. Grunts and groans and the sound of our skin slapping against each other is all that can be heard. I’m thankful I live a detached house and my neighbours can’t hear us.

“Keep squeezing my cock, babe” he mumbles into my neck as he pounds and thrusts. His body tightening and his breathing falters as he shoots his seed into the condom.

Once he has went limp inside me he slips out and rolls over to the side. I roll over facing him as he kisses me on the lips.

“Just going to get rid of that” he says pointing to his soften cock and the condom hanging from it. I nod my head in the direction of my en-suite and he slips out of bed. I hear the tap running and see the light on as I roll over and soon fall asleep.

I never felt or heard Dale climb into bed but when I woke and found the other side of the bed empty and the room in darkness I just knew he left.

Well, my first one night stand and the last. It is not a nice feeling waking up after amazing sex to find the guy not there. I climb out of bed and throw on my long shirt I normally wear to bed and head downstairs, hoping to maybe find him getting a drink or something.

No. I was right the first time. He was not here. No sign of him every being here, well apart from the slight pain in between my legs. His clothes gone from the hall floor where we had left them in our heated session on the way upstairs.

No note or anything in the kitchen. No sign off him at all. Well shit. What did I really expect from a player like him. I had my hopes up on the way back to mine in the taxi, that maybe he would at least stay until morning. I checked the time on the clock in the kitchen and see its just after 6am. It was just after 2am when we got back here, not even fours after having sex and he bailed.

Asshole. I headed back to bed after collecting my clothes from the floor and making sure the door was locked. I headed to the bathroom and noticed that he had cleaned up after himself, thoughtful I suppose. Dickhead.

I must have fallen back to sleep when I was woken with my phone ringing. I ignored it, not really in the mood to speak to anyone. I know it would have been Katy or Monica calling to get the gossip from last night but being honest I am actually embarrassed that he pissed off during the night. I have no idea what time he left, he can’t have been gone that long before I got up. It was just after 5am when I fell asleep, I remember checking the time when I rolled over.

I eventually got up, showering and grabbing comfy clothes. With it being Sunday I don't have to get to work at the bakery. I always just do my paperwork on a Sunday at home, normally full of energy but today I’m totally drained.

A few hours later and several cups of tea later, my door bell goes. I reluctantly get up and answer the door to find Monica and Katy standing on the other side. I plaster a fake smile on and let them in. We head straight to the kitchen where I make them their coffee.

“Well, is lover boy still here?” Katy asks, clearly Monica has filled her in on what happened after she left the club last night. I shake my head.

“No, we fucked. It was amazing and he was gone before 6am” I shrugged.

“You kicked him out that early?” Monica looked at me strangely. I filled them in, not that I wanted them to know he bailed on me.

“Shit, Bree. Did he leave a number or anything?” Katy asked as she pulled me in for a hug. I shook my head, failing to keep the tears away.

Monica wiped my tears, saying he was a fool and plenty other profanities.

“He might have had a good reason for leaving, but that does not give him an excuse for not at least wakening you or leaving a note” Katy says as she refills her cup.

“Yeah. I know but what did I expect. He clearly is a player, and it is just how he treats woman. I’m just another notch on his bed post.” I say to them. Now I totally believe that is exactly what he is. Someone I need to forget about.

The three of us chatted a little bit longer until my stomach rumbled and that was when I realised I hasn’t eaten since last night. We all decided to head out for a late lunch. I quickly got changed and made myself presentable.

Our late lunch was exactly what I needed. The girls cheered me up and Dale was soon forgotten. I probably will never see him again which at this point I don't want to see him but deep down I know I do. He is the type of guy that is hard to forget. The sex was amazing and when we were talking in the club I really thought we had a connection.

The next few weeks at the bakery I own were busy as always. We are very popular in the city and keep getting busier. The staff are amazing as well. Most of them have been with me since I opened, and they picked up my way of working quickly.

After I finished University with my degree in business management and a qualified pastry chef, I managed to open a small bakery and it has grown since then. Getting bigger every year and it is amazing. I have a manger who opens the store and plenty staff who I can rely on to run the shop. I pretty much work when I want or when someone specifically asks me to make a cake, mostly wedding cakes or birthday cakes.

I have been out to dinner with the girls a few times and thankfully they never brought up Dale once. He was a topic of conversation that I want to avoid. I am still pissed that he bailed like he did, regardless of his reasons or excuses. It was just mean. I do not know how anyone can cope having one night stands like that.

It made me a little depressed if I am honest. I started to think that it was me. I must have been horrible in bed or not attractive. The girls tried to tell me that I was being stupid, but I had it in my mind that was the reason.

Well, that was what my ex told me after I caught him cheating, but I took him back, stupid I know but I thought I loved him. I remember his words, every single one of them when we argued right before I left.

“You aren’t that good in the sack anyway, pretty boring and you aren’t even that pretty anymore. I have no idea what I saw in you.”

Yeah, that hurt. Especially after being together for nearly three years. We had talked about marriage and kids in the future, but I guess he was lying. I heard from a mutual friend that he is now engaged to the girl he cheated on me with, and they are expecting their first child.

That depresses me even more. Not only is he getting married but having a child too. That could have been us, but I was not good enough. Will I ever be good enough? Clearly not. Dale bailed on me after a few hours of sex, so I guess I will just need to grin and bare it and look forward to future on my own. Single life.