I Said Yes

Showtime and a dark alley…

 Diane was in rare form when we got to the Met to meet her, her friend Heidi and Jenny from the winery. The girls had clearly been out for happy hour…it was good to see Diane in such good spirits. The previous several months had been hard on her and, with Michael’s fascination (ha-ha) with me, she was on her own to take care of a lot of the tasks at the winery. The evening was going to be a typical wine event for the winery folks…similar to the wine dinners we and they hosted at my spot. The Metropolitan Grill was old school Seattle…reminded you of an old school Chicago steakhouse and speak easy. It had been around for over 100 years and was owned by the same family for that entire time…along with Elliott’s and a few other restaurants they owned. It was class, and classic and fun…not snobby like one would think…a great place.

Michael was in his element when he was able to teach people about wine, grapes and the whole process. He was also a great cook, so he was at home when he was able to showcase his wine with a great menu and that evening did not disappoint. I sat back with Diane, the girls and Nolan to watch Michael and Chris put on their show. Sometimes it was like Laurel and Hardy…or two of the three stooges…people always enjoyed their presentations and the events. The dinner was awesome…always is at the Met…and the presentation was great and entertaining. Afterwards, we hung out at the bar for a cocktail and then the group decided to head over to Zig Zag to meet Corey, Nolan and Chef Rob. Diane and the ladies were going to head to the hotel and have a night cap at the hotel bar. We agreed to all meet for breakfast in the morning and then head out to Woodinville to Nolan’s tasting room and maybe Ste. Michelle’s also.

We had gone downtown in Michael’s truck and parked in the alley behind the restaurant so the wine could easily be loaded in. We said our goodbyes to the Met staff and our pals as Michael told them we had to make one quick stop and would meet them at Zig Zag. The left-over wine was loaded in the truck and I asked Michael what stop we had to make…he was being a bit mysterious and told me to walk with him, around the corner of the building, into a little alcove. When we got there he lit a smoke for each of us and I noticed he had an evil grin on his face…he started to take his suit coat off and laid it on a shelving unit that was in the alcove…he moved closer to me and whispered…

"Have I told you today how sexy you are?”

Those dark, sexy eyes were still on me. His gaze, as always, was hypnotic to me… his energy arresting and I was completely under his spell when he had that look... His brand of seduction was unlike any other and I was always surprised by how many ways he was able to get to me…and to get me going…

“Have I told you how incredible you are and how you make me feel?

That was all I could say before he moved in and kissed me. Our lips met quickly, and he devoured me. It was messy and sloppy and yet, so sexy. Going slow was, typically more my style, but right then with him…us in the alley…all I wanted to do was devour him right back. Perhaps he had rubbed off on me more than I realized…it was as if I was feeding off him…I knew I was a very different person with him. Our tongues danced around together for some time and I found the taste of his mouth to be sweet and inviting. His hands were all over me… and I could not get enough of him. I wanted his touch…his big hands were up my shirt and his fingers were on my nipples, teasing and pinching away at them like always. My skin began to tingle… his touch was electric, and my body continued to grow more aroused. He was so freakin passionate and sexual at that moment...it made me feel as though I was almost in the middle of a dream…

Shortly after we'd been kissing for a while, he abruptly turned me around and pushed me up against the wall. Once I was firmly secured, he rested his weight onto my back and held me tight.

"You ever been fucked in an alley before." (Michael)

"No, I don’t think so…just a parking garage…ha-ha" I gasped.

He reached his hands back down onto my waist and began to unbutton my pants. He had me so aroused that I had little willpower left in me to stop him. I wanted him to fuck me and although it was not like me to give into such risky encounters…but I could not have been bothered at that point and I wanted it bad. I was hungry to experience what he had planned. Once he had my pants loosened, I wanted it even more. I felt the cool air brush up against my cheeks and small goose bumps quickly settled all over my skin. The cool air was no match for what Michael's touch did to me. Once he had his hands all over my cheeks, I knew what his plan was…He squeezed my cheeks, spreading them wide apart, expressing his approval…

"Fuck, that's a hot ass," he growled.

Knowing that my ass did it for him got me even more worked up...He didn't take long to slip his fingers into my crack. He started by tickling my hole and then progressed quickly to sticking his fingers deep inside me…first one…then two. While he played with my ass, his tender lips brushed up against the back of my neck. I felt shivers run up and down my spine…his warm breath on my skin intensified my excitement at what we were doing…weird for me…but it was awesome. Slowly, but surely, he was kneading me into submission and twisting away every last drop of my resolve. Michael wanted to fuck me, in the alley and I was beyond trying to stop him...nor did I want to…

"I'm gonna give it to you good, right here and now,"

he whispered into my ear and then softly bit my ear lobe. His hands left my ass, leaving it naked and exposed to the cool air again, and resumed their place on my chest. As he kissed my ears and continued to nibble my lobes, he ran his hands firmly all over my chest. He was like a force of nature and very much the man who always got his way… and liked to control things…well…at least in terms of sex.

The cool air was such a contrast to the intense heat I felt bubbling up inside me…somewhere between all the touching and kissing, Michael had managed to loosen his own pants and I could feel his thick cock slide up and down my crack. I hadn't even noticed when he'd gotten his pants down…nor the fact that he wasn’t wearing underwear. I soon felt the firm head of his cock wobbling around against my hole, working to ease its way in…

"Michael…I don’t think…I mean...We shouldn't," I moaned....I knew that we should have stopped, but I couldn't help myself. It felt too good and I wanted Michael bad. He was bringing out a primal side of my sexuality that I didn’t often experience and, when I did experience it, it was always in some unusual place (for me)…Had I succeeded in stopping him it would have been torturous at that point. The secluded alley remained quiet, except for the distant buzzing sounds of nearby cars and the hustle and bustle of the kitchen inside the Met. I could hardly believe where we were and what I was doing… and the thought of being caught continued to scare, and yet intrigue me. When Michael pushed into my tight hole, I didn't stop him…instead, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back onto his shoulder…

"Oh yes we should…An ass like this must be celebrated... And taken." (Michael)

It did not take long for me to completely let loose and accept him…the submission he had so masterfully crafted out of my inhibitions. My ass was bent forward and spread, fully open and willing to receive him...One of my hands propped on a knee and the other bracing against the brick…as he pounded into the thick of my flesh, the warmth of his cock was overwhelming against the cool air around us. Each stab left me hungering for another…I wanted him deeper and harder. His strong hands were at my waist and he held me tight as he rode my ass. My back was arched into his chest, which allowed him to keep his lips on the nape of my neck so that he could consume me just as surely as his cock was consuming me…It was, quickly, becoming close to the best sex I'd ever had…my body was covered in goosebumps and then I felt Michael slow down a bit…

"Don't stop," I cried…

I'd since forgotten where we were. I was in the moment and all that mattered to me was Michael and I…but I realized my voice was loud and had carried…ugh…

” Tell me how much you like it," (Michael)

"I love it," I gasped.

He sighed and then turned my head so that he could kiss me again. I found myself lost in another wet, passionate kiss. The passion was so intense, it was consuming us.

"I love this ass," (Michael)…

He groaned loudly and then gently spanked my ass cheek…and then the other. I raised my knee up against the wall and rested my foot on a milk crate so that I could spread my ass further. Michael was already deep inside me, but I wanted more…I wanted him to fill me even more.

"Yeah, that's it...ride it…take it in…" he whispered.

With my ass spread as wide as I thought it could go, he began to pound me hard. He thrust his big dick fiercely in and out and our flesh slapped together…I could feel his balls slapping against the backside of my ball sack…My cock hardened and I could feel the heat burning up within it. I desperately wanted to come and as I continued to get nailed, that feeling, inside my cock continued to build up until finally, I exploded and blew my cum all over the brick wall….hands free no less…shot after shot after shot. I got even more excited when I saw my cum dripping down the brick wall…and at that moment Michael was encouraging me with that sexy whisper of his…

"Yeah, dude…Blow that load. Oh yeah…that is so fucking hot…shoot it"

Then Michael grabbed my hips aggressively…shoved his dick in so far I though it must have gone past my nugget… he hit that spot. I could tell my hole had clenched tightly around his dick and I managed two more big pumps and shots against the wall… at the exact same time Michael pulled out…and then…BAM…I could feel his hot juice slamming against my ass…the backs of my legs…up my back…must have been 8 or 10 shots…My knee remained up on the crate against the wall and my ass was bent out, still ready and willing to receive every last drop of what he could dish out…and then he surprised me…shoving back inside again…all the way up in…as far as he good go…and I swear there were two more shots up inside…

Once he was done, he stayed inside me for a bit…he hugged me from behind…pushing himself inside further but pulling our bodies tightly together. I was spent, and excited, and nervous…a whole lot of feelings buzzing through my head, and my body, at that moment. We separated and I turned away from the wall and bent down to pull my underwear up…realizing, again, that he had pulled out and shot his load all over my ass, my back, and into my shorts. He knew exactly what I was thinking…he bent down and lightly urged me to step out of my pants…then he slid the boxer briefs down and off. He stood back up and used the underwear to wipe his cum off my back and ass and legs…then he balled them up and threw them towards the truck…

“I will save these…ha-ha” (Michael)

"That was hot as fuck," he said and smiled at me once we were all dressed again.

"So are you," I countered back with a grin…

I proceeded to tuck my shirt in and fasten my pants and belt…and he did the same and grabbed his jacket of the shelving unit. Once again, we stood there for a sec, just looking at each other…unspoken passion…and then we both realized there were people in the alley. We moved over towards the truck and he grabbed the balled-up underwear off the ground and threw them in the bed of the truck…I chuckled as he said

“I can’t stop thinking about that…I am all hard again…and since I don’t have any underwear on, we might have to sit here for a minute…ha-ha” (Michael)

“Yeah…speaking of going commando…have you been that way all night? Did you have this planned out?”

“If I told ya…I’d have to kill ya!!” (Michael)