Free Probed: The Encounter by Alexis Adaire

Chapter 1
    “I’m going home with him. You gonna be okay?”
    Amy Collins wasn’t surprised. She’d been watching her friend Jill and whatever-his-name-is for the last hour, slow dancing at the bar. And she knew Jill was at Oscar’s Tavern to get lucky — they both were, but Amy was pickier. Or, as she preferred to think, more selective, with higher standards. To be honest, though, Jill had done pretty well this time. This guy — Trevor! That’s his name! — was pretty hot. Dumb as a box of hammers, but he had a tight, ripped body that had gotten both of their attention the moment he walked over and introduced himself. Trevor had a decent smile and obviously was quite taken by Jill. As they left the dance floor and came back to join her at the bar, Amy could clearly see his sizeable hard-on through those tight jeans. Jill was indeed in for a fun time.
    “Sure, I’ll be fine. I may stick around for a while and see what turns up.”
    Jill looked briefly concerned. “Sweetie, are you sure? I feel so bad leaving you here by yourself.”
    “Well, this isn’t the first time you’ve—”
    “Awesome! I’ll call you tomorrow!” Jill spun and raced out the door, hand in hand with the walking erection.
    As they left her sitting there, Amy contemplated her options: Have another drink, hoping someone would take an interest in her, preferably not one of the men she’d already shot down, or leave now, alone. She knew her decision before even making it and signaled the bartender. While waiting for the bill, she smiled, remembering that when all else fails, she can trust her Rabbit vibrator to give her some of what she needs. It might be hot to masturbate while thinking about Jill and her perfect tits, lowering herself down onto Trevor’s big, hard cock. As she imagined it, she could feel herself getting a little wet.
    It was at that moment that Amy first saw him. Lost in her thoughts of someone else’s hot sex, she didn’t realize she was looking right at him, and him at her, until he smiled. And oh my God, what a delicious smile. But not quite a smile, it was more like a smirk, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. A sweet smirk, not a crude one. And those eyes, those gorgeous silvery eyes, practically penetrating her. Seconds passed as their eyes remained locked. Amy wondered—
    “72 bucks even.”
    The bartender startled Amy back to reality, shocking her with the tab — until she realized Jill and Hard-On had left without paying. As Amy reached into her purse for her wallet, she looked back and the stranger was gone. In fact, he was nowhere in the bar. He’d just disappeared, vanished into thin air. She quickly paid up and headed toward the door, perplexed.
    Once outside, the cool night air helped to clear Amy’s thoughts. She canvassed Oscar’s parking lot, looking for any sign of the mystery man, but there was none. What the hell? Had she imagined the whole thing? Was she drunker — and hornier — than she’d thought? She only had two rum and Cokes, over an hour ago. She had a nice buzz, but that was it. Still, what on earth had just happened?
    Crossing the parking lot to her car, her mind swirling, she never saw the pothole and suddenly tumbled toward the ground, landing hard on her hands and knees, with only her reflexes saving her from a faceful of gravel.
    “Goddammit!”
    As Amy raised herself to her knees and dusted off her hands, she felt someone touch her upper arm.
    “Let me help you.”
    Without looking, she knew it was him. The voice was too perfect, strong and commanding, yet also gentle. It had to be him.
    Amy turned and fell into the gaze of those unmistakable eyes. It was him!
    “Are you okay? You took quite a spill.”
    “Um… I… I think I’m all right.”
    The stranger smiled and offered his hand, which Amy took, letting him pull her up. She used her other hand to grab his forearm, which was rock hard. It was nearly impossible to resist continuing forward, right into his