Lost Souls

[Tanned_babe]

Megan's head tilted backwards as, Justin's mouth applied pressure between her legs, his lips exploring her wet folds. Moving with him the brunette draped one toned leg over his muscular shoulder, gasping as his tongue entered her. One slender hand moved to the tiled wall of the shower for support, the other on to the back of the younger man's head, encouraging him to explore her further.

This was a destructive relationship; relationship in the loosest of terms, they had only just met. Megan hadn't really had a relationship prior to Ryan. There had been guys, several, but there always seemed to be something that stopped them being anything more than the physical. Whether it was unwillingness to settle, jealousy, maturity or infidelity. So, Megan was well versed in identifying when an unsustainable partner crossed her path. Not that this had stopped her giving it, or him rather, a go.

"What are you doing?" She muttered to herself, as the hot jet of water continued to wash away the evidence of the rough coupling. She wasn't innocent, not in the slightest. Megan seemed to be attracted to men who could push her buttons, physically and metaphorically; who had some fight about them. But these bad boy types never provided stability, ironically neither had, Ryan. Justin was the exact opposite: bolshy, ignorant, hot headed, uncultured and very very jealous. All qualities that did not make for a successful match, but God he got her going. And maybe for a while the opposite of what she'd had would suffice.

"You'll more than suffice." She murmured as he brought her back to the present, causing her hips to buck against him. "Yes." She panted, "Just there." It didn't take, Megan long to feel the familiar pressure build and Justin soon had her shaking into a strong organism, intensified by the pressure he applied to her clit.

Almost instantly his lips were back on her own and she eagerly kissed him back. Enjoying both the taste of herself and his solid naked form up against her.

"Let me cook afor you tonight."

Megan pulled away from their embrace to give him a questioning look. "You're going to cook? For me?" She asked almost suspiciously. Even though he confirmed she still had to ask again. "It just doesn't seem o fit in with your... image." She teased, as she turned off the shower before stepping out, dripping on the tiled floor as she retrieved two plush white towels.

Justin had followed her out of the shower and proceeded to give her pert buttock a swift spank. "How long have you been wanting to do that?" She questioned, pushing one of the towels playfully into his chest, noticing how firm it was as she did so. In spite of herself, Megan couldn't help but cast her eyes over his torso, appreciating the way his biceps, forearms, chest and abs flexed whilst, Justin dried himself.

"You enjoying this?" He smiled, it was a look akin to a boy who'd just been complemented.

"Perhaps." Megan smirked, before making her way to her bedroom. Her large bed suddenly looked so inviting; they hadn't got much sleep and not that she's admit it, Ryan's visit had really rattled her. She slipped into a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs and matching white sports bra, the white material contrasting with her lightly tanned skin. Although it was yet the each the height of summer it was getting warm, she opened one of the bedroom windows. Suddenly distracted by the sound of her phone vibrating on the hardwood bedside table. Retrieving the device she read the message, a friend was asking if she was going the a Bikram class this afternoon. Megan realised this was exactly what was needed.

"I'm gonna head off; get a change of clothes, maybe go to the gym, then I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah." Megan replied, half listening as she replied to the message. "If you're walking towards 9th I'll come with you- I have a yoga class in half an hour."

Ten minutes later they left, Megan's apartment together. "This is very odd." She said, locking the Victorian door of her apartment. "Have you ever had a one night stand that's ended this way? It's always just a bit... I don't know... You know? Nevermind." She trailed off, the statement both invited questions of the frequency of her one night stands and indicted that, Justin was somehow different. Blushing slightly, she brushed past him to make her way down from the third floor.

"Do you live close by?" She asked when they got outside, hoisting her yoga mat onto her shoulder as they made their way down the street.

"This is me." She said, slowing her pace to a standstill as they reached a cobbled lane 10 minutes from, Megan's apartment.

"Right then. I'll see you at seven." Justin retorted. "Enjoy our class."

"See you tonight." Katie replied, brightly but not without any awkwardness. She had just met the guy and they had had sex more times than times in 18 hours than most couples had in a week. She didn't hesitate before turning down the old street to head into the studio.

Megan quickly bumped into Zoe, a friend she regularly attended the class with. It was good to talk over her and Justin's interaction with someone. When, Zoe asked the odd question, Megan didn't miss anything out; the two women were quite similar, including their sexual prowess. "It's just weird, you know? He's the complete opposite to what I'd go for- but he's," he lowered her voice slightly, "Such a good fuck. Like seriously good."

"It's probably what you need, Meg." Zoe's said stretching her hamstrings. "Just enjoy it- don't overthink it- do what makes you happy."

"It'll be a nice reprise from real life for a week or so, that's for sure. Also, he's really sporty, so one, I bet he how's a great massage and two, he's totally ripped." Megan said in a low voice as they were asked to move into the first pose, Sun Salutation.

Bikram yoga was not just a class to improve one's mental state and posture, it forces to body into compromising positions which built strength, whilst in a room akin to a sauna. All in all it provided a rather extreme workout, meaning that by the end of the class, Megan's fitted Lycra top was clinging to her torso. Nonetheless, she did feel the benefit of the 90 minute session.

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Megan allowed herself one last examination in the full length mirror before leaving for Justin's. She was and never had been one to dress extravagantly, or show too much. This evening was no different; the designer has selected another pair of black jeans which hugged the curves of her rear and hips and a short grey sleeveless t shirt which flashed a sliver her toned midriff depending on how she moved.

Giving her hair one last spray of Bed Head, her toned arms flexing as she did so, Megan was ready to leave, looking both standoffish and alluring. Leaving her apartment, she swung her designer bag on one shoulder; it was rather heavy on account of the two bottles of wine she had bought earlier.

It was a mild evening that didn't require a jacket; a comfortable New York evening, rather warmer than her hometown of San Francisco which suited the brunette fine. She had enjoyed her time in the city, having been here for the past 6 years. It's burroughs had a community atmosphere, with the culture, social life and opportunities of a country's capital.

Negotiating the subway, Megan didn't take too long to reach the address, Justin had given her. Realising that he hadn't told her which floor he occupied, the tall brunette retrieved her phone to ask. "Hi, it's me. I'm not sure which apartment's yours. Can you buzz me in?" Momentarily, the shrill indication that the door was I latched sounded and, Megan entered. The heels of her ankle boots echoed in the hallway as she made her way up two flights of stairs.

Despite herself she smiled, quite broadly when she saw, Justin in his door frame. "Hey."

 

[MausAss]

Justin had been in a good mood ever since he left Megan’s apartment. He’d been out running and had plenty of time to do his shopping. Girls were always surprised by how well he cooked, but for him it had been part of being a professional athlete. That way he knew that the food he ate was healthy. Besides, it was a way to relax, just like working out was.

He’d make a nice salad and a shrimp aperitif, as well as his signature dish, but it wasn’t until he heard Megan’s voice asking what floor he was on, he realized his mistake. “Fuck!” She’s not gonna eat that.

“You’re making a meat dish to a vegetarian, brilliant work,” he thought while continuing to curse to himself. All you got is some salad for her, unless she eats shrimps. This is what you get for spending the last couple of years in Texas. He hadn’t cooked for anyone but himself since he moved back and now he had completely fucked up. The room smelled from the filet mignon and it was too late to salvage any of it.

Yet, when he saw her standing in the doorway he couldn’t stop smiling back at her. She looked great as always, and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing. All they ever did ended up in disaster. She looked a bit strange at him, while he pulled her in for a hug.

“I fucked up Megan. I was doing my best to get the dish perfect, that I forgot you didn’t eat meat. There’s still some salad and I can make some halloumi and you can have that instead of the meat. It won’t be as good, but at least it’s vegetarian,” Justin said, surprised how didn’t dampen his mood. Just being near her was making it impossible for him to smile. They always fucked everything up, yet he couldn’t stay away from her. Well, the only thing they didn’t fuck up was the sex. They got that down to perfection.

“You look amazing though, Megan.” Justin smiled and kissed her. “Unless you eat shrimps, I fucked up the appetizers as well. I do have wine though. Which apparently was something that Megan had as well. Two bottles even.

“Haha, you should have brought appetizers instead,” Justin half laughed, before his started ringing again. He knew it was his brother again, reminding him to come to work on Monday and ask her about Megan. Justin wasn’t interested in talking about either topic. These were his last days of freedom and he wanted to enjoy them to the fullest.. As much as he loved his brother, there nothing worse than hearing him gloat and being the younger brother he had heard him gloat a lot. That is until he found baseball, which was another subject he didn’t want to think about.

“It’s my brother,” Justin said while pressing ignore.

“Fuck, if only we could run away from all this shit. Are you sure you don’t want any meat. It’s really good,” Justin said, but Megan was having none of it. He touched her again, he tanned skin was so perfect and the sex had been out of this world. “You didn’t seem to mind my meat so much last night,” he teased, “or this morning.” Justin held her even closer and he could feel the excitement rise. He wanted to take her right now, but he had promised her food.

“Wait here a second and I will get your vegetarian food,” Justin said as he pulled away, his body was already missing its warmth. He knew there was a vegetarian restaurant down the street, and after finding that they did home delivery he placed an order on something he couldn’t pronounce that they recommended.

Justin was thankful that Lisa had helped him decorate the place, as he grabbed Megan’s hand to give her a quick tour. There were still enough of his stuff to make him feel home, like some posters of movies he liked. They had about fifteen minutes before the food would be delivered and once they hit the bedroom there was only one thought in his mind.

“I just ordered you some vegetarian food, so you better prove you're worth all the hassle.” Justin’s hand was trailing down her side before grabbing her hip and pulling her close. He was teasing her, but the way her eyes sparkled when she heard him made her simply irresistible and he couldn’t stop himself from forcing a kiss on her. “I can’t resist you when you look like that. I promise as soon as we’ve finished eating I will take you, bend you over and fuck you all night long. No, look at me. I can’t fucking resist you, Megan. Just watching you walk in that door made me hard.” The air felt electric and he kissed her again, pushing her lightly against the wall, before pulling away. If it went any further now he wouldn’t be able to stop.

 

[Tanned_babe]

Yet another pleasant surprise came when, Justin showed Megan around his apartment- it was clean, tidy and not without a hint of style. The grey walls of his bedroom matched the black bedsheets, the exposed wooden floorboards of the living room worked well and even the old movie posters were framed.

"Lisa's done a nice little number on this pla-" she was about to finish when she felt, Justin on her. The woman raised a perfectly waxed eyebrow as he told her of how she was to put out. "I've been a pretty cheap date so far, the least owe me is dinner." She said, her matter of fact tone contrasting with her actions as she lightly scraped a her nails up his toned thigh. Feeling him shudder, she smirked and pulled away. But his strong hands on her hips held her in place, pressing her between the wall and the younger man's equally tight form.

"What makes you think I want to be bent over and fucked all night?" She whispered, her lips millimetres from his. "You said yourself, I'm an old woman- I need my sleep." She kissed him hard feeling his arousal pressing into her's as she nipped his bottom lip before pulling away. "Try and contain yourself." She gestured to his crotch.

Entering the kitchen, Justin offered her a glass of wine- turned out he had ordered her Thai food, so she decided in white. She stood in the kitchen, leaning against one of the units when his cell phone buzzed again causing, Justin to curse before muttering about 'getting away from this shit'.

"Why don't you?" Megan asked bluntly, when he looked at her with a questioning expression the brunette elaborated. "You're always saying how you wish to run away, what's stopping you?" He didn't answer though, the door bell rang with the delivery, sending Justin from the room.

"How was your yoga?" he asked upon re-entering the room a few moments later, setting the piping hot containers of food on the table.

"Hot and sweaty." She responded, moving to the table to examine the contents of the take-away boxes. "You should try it. Get some inner peace." She teased, sitting down at the table, crossing her long legs under it. A few minutes later, Justin sat down across from her. "Thanks." She smiled as he passed her a plate. The brunette proceeded to spoon her, what looked like Udon Noodles with Tofu Dumplings, onto the plate. "Good choice, Justin. Here." she passed him the now, half empty container, daring him to try the tofu.

"Have you done yoga for a while?" He asked, cutting through the bloody meat. "I do quite fancy it."

Megan chewed, shrugged and swallowed before answering. "Over 10 years? I'm from California, so its been really popular there for a long time. My mum took me as a kid because I was always pulling muscles when I was playing sports. No flexibility whatsoever. What about you? Where did you grow up?"

They continued to talk about their adolescent years, both came from the typical medium sized families who had their proverbial shit together. The later was something the pair both resented. "I just didn't want anything serious y'know? My sisters had both settled down by about twenty. Christ, my younger sisters about to get married and she's only twenty-two. God the nonsense I was up to at twenty-two..." She said the latter more to herself than, Justin. Nonetheless, he still gave her an inquisitive look. "Oh, nothing bad." She dismissed before taking a drink from her refilled glass. "Just going out a lot, questionable parties, sleeping around. Nothing too different from you I imagine, only more drinking. What about you? You under-pressure to settle down with a nice girl?" She asked it in such a flippant way that suggested neither would think of, Megan being that girl.