I met a stranger in a parking garage on the night of Independence Day and we had an amazing time. Pt. 1 [m/f] | 2016

I had report to work early the next morning so I couldn't go on a vacation or party all night. Due to the work constraints, I was left home alone while my family spent the weekend in the beach and my friends planned to go clubbing in a nearby city. While I was watching TV, I decided to stop moping around feeling sorry for myself. It appeared the only thing I could do to enjoy myself is to see the fireworks in my local town center so off I went. Although I arrived an hour before the show to beat traffic, the entire area was full of people and cars.

The mall was across the street from the town center so I drove there for a spot but even that was full. I found a secluded parking garage next to the mall so I parked in the lower levels since the roof top was already full. As soon as I parked my car, a feeling of laziness hit me; since the view of the town center was good from the roof of the parking garage, I decided to watch the show from there. Thankfully, my laziness would pay off later that night. I stood in the roof of the garage but I wasn't alone; the roof was already filled with other spectators.

It was hard to feel excited since I was alone so I tried to stay away from other people to avoid feeling awkward. I was leaning against the concrete ledge and let out an unenthusiastic sigh when I suddenly hear a voice, “Nice night, huh?” The loud voice startled me; my body jerked away from the voice and I looked towards the direction of the voice. A bald-headed man stared at me with an impatient facial expression. He had glasses with thick lenses which made his eyes look huge, he had white, high-top socks with old running shoes. He completed his peculiar outfit with long cargo shorts, an old Giants jersey, and a lit cigarette in his mouth.

I held on to the ledge with the irrational fear of him pushing me off of the ledge. My body leaned away from him as I nervously said, “Yeah, man it's pretty chilly outside so that's nice.” He held his gaze for a few seconds, pushed his glasses against his face with his index finger, and took a drag from his cigarette. “Yeah I guess” he said nonchalantly and walked away; “What the fuck” I whispered to myself. My head was pointed in the mysterious man's direction then until I heard a faint giggle. I pointed my head towards the source of the giggle and found a girl sitting on the floor.

The girl had such a cute giggle that it took my breath away. She was about 5'8, had short blond hair, and wore a big gray shirt with Mickey Mouse printed on it. Her shirt was so big it covered her tiny white shorts, it would have made anyone else think she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She had pale-white skin the only color on her face were rosy cheeks and her light make-up. It was obvious she wasn't a natural blond because the roots of her hair were black and her hair had black highlights. The collar of her shirt was really wide so one side of the collar rested on her shoulder and it revealed a black bra strap.

Oxygen returned to my lungs so I made eye contact, I smiled, and pointed my thumb in the direction the mysterious guy walked to. “Did you see that?” I asked, “Yeah, that guy was staring at you for like, 30 seconds before he said anything” she replied. “What the hell? I can't believe how oblivious I am!” She laughed and nodded her head in agreement. “I can't believe you didn't say anything! We go way back and you didn't warn me!” I said jokingly. “I'm sorry!” she laughed, “Wow, after all we've been through” I said. She replied, “That was so weird and I didn't know what to do, I'm like 'do I say anything?' but then he got your attention.”

“I want a divorce” I said with a cocky smile, “What? What the hell?” she said, “I though we've been divorced?” I laughed and replied “Oh that's cold um...” “Amber” she said. “I walked towards her to extend my hand, “I'm Imetyourmom.” She shook my hand but I didn't let go but she never pulled her hand away either. “It's nice to meet you, ex-husband” “It's nice to meet you too, ex-wifey.”

It all went up from that moment, I sat right next to her on the cold, hard concrete with only inches of space between us but she didn't move away. We had a long conversation and we did not break eye contact nor did we stop smiling at each other. I loved everything about her; her big brown eyes, her porcelain skin, and her intoxicating smile. She had a smile that would even melt Vladimir Putin's heart.

We learned that we both love video games, we both have our old PlayStation 2s, and we both have an irrational love for old school Nintendo. She even told me she has an N64 and has a collection of games including the original, the best, Super Smash Brothers. “I'd love to play your N64” I said, “Maybe you will” she said softly with a smile. “Yeah?” I asked with a soft voice and a goofy smile. “Perhaps” she replied.

Her humor became witty, sarcastic, and blunt as if she has nothing to lose and does not care if she impresses you or not. Most girls I've encountered were not as confident or as honest as Amber. I loved her demeanor, I loved how she teased me and kept in me in suspense.

I dragged my ass on the concrete floor so I could get closer to her; I was nervous so the most seductive thing I could think of was, “I bet I'd beat you at Smash Brothers.” Before I could take back what must have been the worst line in history I noticed she held eye contact while she bit her lower lip. Our heads moved closer together, our lips were about to touch until my watch beeped to remind me an hour has passed. It was a faint beep but it was loud enough to distract us. I looked at my watch, “It's 10 pm” I announced, “I thought the show was supposed to start by now” I continued.

We got up and started to ask other people if they knew what was going on but no one seemed to know. Fifteen minutes passed when we overheard someone say the show was going to start in ten minutes. I would normally leave in this situation but I didn't because it meant I could potentially spend another fifteen minutes with Amber. I told her I am going to wait for the fireworks, luckily, she told me she is going to wait as well.

We walked back to our spot but it was taken by a family who set up a few lawn chairs around their tablet. It didn't bother us so we kept walking until I had the audacity to ask, “Who knows how long it could be but do you know what we could do to pass the time?” “What?” she replied in an unfamiliar tone. This time her sarcastic and blunt personality were absent from her voice. I sensed a tone of sincerity and vulnerability in her voice, like an innocent child. Instead of telling her what we could do to pass the time, I held her chin and held eye contact. I smiled as her eyes dilated, I slowly pulled her chin towards me and kissed her.

She kissed me back and took a deep breath; she slowly pulled away to look me in the eye. “Hey” she said softly, “Hi” I replied; this time looking at her with a sense of wonder as if I was in a dream. I broke the silence, “You okay?” I asked. She smiled, nodded, and said, “Yeah.” She put her hand on the back of my head and we kissed again. She grabbed my hair and put her other arm around me. I reciprocated by putting my arm behind her back and the other on her waist. I jerked her towards me as our kissing intensified despite the fact there were so many people around us.

I became creative by biting her lower lip with my lips; I held on to her lower lip and gently tugged it. She smiled and let out another cute giggle, she rubbed my cheek with her hands and pulled herself towards me. We suddenly heard a voice, "Do you mind?" it said. It was a lady who was obviously angry with kids who appeared amused so we apologized and moved to a dark, secluded corner of the parking garage.

We kept kissing each other until I gently pinned her against the concrete barrier and kissed her again. She let out a few quiet moans while she grasped tightly on to me, “Oh my god” she said, “this is crazy” she continued. “It's okay” I said, “It's a holiday, no one cares” I said jokingly. "The lady cares" she said, "Fuck that lady" I said. Amber laughed softly then said, "Fair enough" then she kissed me.

In attempts to escalate this further I started to kiss her neck while I ran my hands up her shirt. Both hands were inside of her shirt; one was pressed against her back while the other one was placed on her stomach and it moved slowly towards her breasts. Her skin was so soft and the scent of her lotion was so intoxicating that it left me in a state of nirvana; it felt like time stood still.

My lips slowly moved down towards her chest but I stopped moving my hands and my head. The scent was just too good and her skin was so soft I had to take the time to admire both. My hands were still firmly pressed against her while she was still grasping my hair with one hand and the other was clawing my back.

I found myself kissing the same spot of her chest while her upper body was bent backwards on the concrete ledge. “You smell so fucking good” I whispered, “Oh!” she moaned. Perhaps we would have had sex right there in the dark corner of the roof of the parking garage. Perhaps we could have given the public a free show but everything was interrupted by a loud pop. We both jumped with fear; we looked around and saw the fireworks exploding in the sky.

We marvelled at the spectacle but I became uncomfortable during the show. I wanted Amber, hell, I needed her. I wanted to hold her hand or wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her cheek. However, it had occurred to me that I just met Amber so we hardly knew each other. Out of fear of being rejected, I stood beside her in silence during the show.

The show ended and everyone started to leave the lot but I remained silent. The parking garage pathways quickly flooded with cars so we both knew we were not driving away soon. I glanced towards the ledge and saw the streets were flooded with cars. “You said you could beat me at Smash Brothers?” I jumped up in surprise, “Yeah” I replied. My confident spirit devolved into a nervous train-wreck but Amber's confident, sarcastic demeanor returned. She smirked, “You wanna bet?” she asked, “Sure” I replied. “I walked here so we can walk back to my house and we'll find out.” “I know I should have asked earlier but, did you come here by yourself?” I asked, “What do you think” she said sarcastically.

I already left a wall of text so I will write what happened next in another post. Stay tuned...

Update: Thank you for taking the time to read my post and for the support! Sorry to have kept you guys waiting but here is part 2. Enjoy!