It doesn’t take much for my e es to follow her as she moves across the room. She’s impossibly beautiful. Abso-fuckin-lutely gorgeous. So with rapt consideration I watch her hips sway with an innate sensuality as she winds across the crowded bar.
I do n’t normally have issues f inding company, but this lady is different. She does n’t belong in this bar. She should be sitting at a table with a crystal goblet instead of drink i ng from a long neck bottle of beer. The contrast of her high-brow suit and beer fascinates me. I need to know more. I want to know more.
I recognize that I want more. That it would be nice to have someone to come home to. So for the first time in a long while, I sit back impatiently in my usual corner booth and give her a few minutes to get situated to see if she is alone before making a move. The ten minutes seem interminable. If I was standing, I would be pacing back and forth.
“Is this seat taken?” I ask, my legs spread and my arms folded across my chest, my heart rate begins to accelerate just a bit.
She shakes her head.
“You look too good to be sitting her e all alone, ” I say, my eyes taking in her fitted cotton T-shirt, tight jeans, and sandals.
“What makes you think I’m by myself?” She flips her long blonde hair back over her shoulder.
I lean across her and lift my brow. “I don’t see anyone next to you.” I reach out a hand and swipe it over the bar looking down at my dry fingers. “No wet ring.” She flashes a skeptical frown. “So this seat must have been empty for some time.”
She waves her hand in the air. “It’s a free country.”
I drag a hand through my hair, hoping I’m playing her well. I pull out the stool next to hers and sit down. I hold up a finger and in less than thirty seconds a long neck is sliding in front of me.
She lifts her blonde brow. “You must come here a lot.”
“After work a few days a week.” I take a long pull from my bottle. I watch from the corner of my eye as her eyes travel over my face and down my neck as my throat moves with each swallow. “How about you?”
“I’ve been here a few times.”
I haven’t seen you here before.”
“Maybe you haven’t been looking.”
“You could be right.” I take a long drink from the beer and sit silently.
“Does this little attempt at seduction work on many women?” She swivels on her high bar stool meeting my gaze. “You look too good to be sitting her e all alone?”
“I’m only stating a fact.” I lean in and inhale her fresh feminine scent as my already partia lly erect cock twitches behind the zipper of my jeans.
She snorts. “Yeah.” She lifts her empty bottle towards the bartender.
“Let me get this one for you.”
“Thank you.” Straightening her back she looks at me through narrowed eyes as if checking to see if I’m worth her time and gives a slight shrug.
She leans her elbow atop the bar. “Is that the best you’ve got?”
She wraps her lips around the mouth of her bottle and my horny as hell self nearly shoots its load.
“What?” Now thanks to her glossed lips and a long-neck bottle I’m now sitting here with a raging hard-on.
“Pick-up line.” She smirks.
“Let me see…” I rub my bottom lip with my finger and my thumb and reach back into the deep recesses of my mind for something different. “Smoking is hazardous to your health…and baby, you’re killing me.”
She doesn’t respond.
“Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel?” I continue.
She gnaws on her lower lip as if trying to stop a smile from spreading across her face. “Keep going. I’m waiting to hear something good.”
“I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?” I cock a brow.
I watch as she moistens her lips, then meets my laughing chocolate-colored eyes. I hold up my hand for another beer.
“Thanks.” I glance up at the bartender, then at her. “Want one?”
She nods.
She looks down, then steals a glance at me. “How about, I’ve always felt there was a hole in my life, but you look about the right size to fill it.” She laughs.
I sputter against the lip of my beer bottle. “Damn, good one.” I adjust my jeans to make room for my ever-hardening dick.
She looks me up and down with her pretty blue eyes with an air of confidence, but I can see her opening and closing her fists in her lap. “And I thought it was hot outside!” She leans back against the bar and crosses her legs, pleased with her pick-up line.
I immediately toss back, “Smile if you want to sleep with me.”
She slides gracefully from her bar stool with a smile and holds out her hand.
I pause enjoying our interplay. Enjoying her femininity, but eager for the rest of the night’s entertainments.
She drops her hand. “ Suddenly you don’t want to see if I’m magically delicious, Zane?” Cocking her hip, she plants her hand firmly at her waist and tilts her head as her eyes lock with mine.
My dick hardens even more at her mock-innocence. “ Hell-to-the-fuck no! ” I toss a wad of bills on the bar and leap to the floor. “Lead the way.” I reach down, pulling her right hand from her hip and grip it tightly in mine. Practically drag ging her from the bar.
“That’s better,” she calls from behind. “When a woman says she ready to leave a bar with you, your ass better run.”
I look over my shoulder to see her brow arched, slowing my steps when I see her nearly stumble. “Yes, ma’am.” I grin, humor lacing my voice as I give her a jaunty salute.
Her grin a little wicked, she lick s her lower lip.
We walk about three more feet, I slow waiting for her to catch up. I jerk her close; wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her up and back, flush against the solidness of my body before pivoting into the nearest ally. I pin her against the side of the building, my left thigh thrust betwee n her legs. My cock now pressed insistently against the join of her thighs.
“My dick has been hard since you walked into the bar.”
“My pussy’s been dripping since I heard your voice.” She moans and jerks her hips against my hard thigh. “God you smell so good.”
I capture her head between my palms and kiss her. Thrusting my tongue brutally between her lips a nd teeth as carnal desire curls in my stomach as the bitter taste of beer and th e sweetness of her saliva coats my tongue. Damn she makes me think of nasty, dirty fucking.
“Zane.” She moans softly.
“Yeah, baby?” I skim my fingertips up the inside of her thigh and her lips pa rt slightly in obvious surprise.
She breathes deep. “We’re in public.” She looks at me with a worried look on her face.
“Oh and I know you like to fuck in public, don’t you, Nina.” Her hair is mussed and her eyes fall closed. I lean forward and lick her from chin to ear. “My little exhibitionist,” I whisper, biting down on her ear. I smile against her face as her breathing turns ragged and she cries out at the hint of pain.
Before she can say anything else, I kiss her, long, hard, and deep. “Well it’s very difficult to fuck you up against this wall when you have on a pair of jeans.” I whisper against her lips.
“Had I known some tall, dark, gorgeous man was going to fuck me in an alleyway tonight, perhaps I would have worn something a little different.”
“Now you know.” I flash a quick smile her way. “Always be prepared.”
“I’m not a damn Boy scout.” She licks her lower lip, her tongue sliding inadvertently over mine in the process provoking a deep groan from my throat.
“I’m dying to see that pretty, little cunt of yours.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Oh, darling.” I dig my hand into her hair and pull her head, exposing her throat to my wet mouth. “It’s inevitable.”
She moves against my leg, rocking her hot pussy against my thigh and I imagine her swollen clit plumping with each pass back and forth.
“Are you trying to get off here in the alleyway without me?” God, I’m one lucky son of a bitch to be pressed against this sexy piece of ass.
She drops her head. “I’m so horny.” She draws in a steadying breath as she moves against me.
I can smell the scent of her arousal surrounding us. Overpowering my senses.
“I’m so wet.” She reaches for my coc k and strokes me through my jeans.
“If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you suck my dick.” I can feel her growing more and more wet with each grind of her pussy, her head tipped back.
She continues to rock her hips enticingly, every few movement s knocking against my turgid cock, the wetness f rom her dripping channel seeps through her thick jeans making a wet spot on my leg.
“Keep moving Nina.” I pull down the neck of her T-shirt and shove her bra down revealing her hard, pink nipple s. “God, your nipples are so hard. ” I tease her left nipple with my right hand. Twisting the tiny pink bud hard, making her gasp. “They’re begging to be sucked.”
“Yes.” She begins panting hard and wiggling, wordlessly begging for her sweet release.
“You like this, don’t you, Nina.” I lean forward with a flat tongue and scrape it over her nipple in back and forth licks causing a shudder to ripple through her. Surrounding her nipple with my lips, I tug. “You like the idea of getting caught.” I bite down on the protruding flesh, my cock jumping at her cry. “You want someone to see you come.” I suck her nipple hard against the roof of my mouth.
“Oh, God.”
“Keep rocking those gorgeous hips of yours, Nina. I’ll make you come.” My voice is soft but full of promise. She me e t s my gaze with glazed eyes, full of lust.
“Your tits are gorgeous, Nina.” I cup one breast in my palm. “So pretty.” I flick my thumb across the engorged tip, scratching lightly with my nail.
She gasps, moving against me as much as she can, wiggling, wanting more, trying hard to reach for her orgasm.
“Don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby.”
“Oh, God,” she cries. “I’m coming.”
Lowering my head to suckle on her left breast, I draw it deep in my mouth and within seconds she shatters. Her soft whimpers only increase my already strained control.
I pull my leg from between her thighs, kn o w ing she can’t support her own weight. She sags and I catch her, clasping her tightly against my chest. I lift her chin and capture her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss, my tongue deep in her hot mouth where I wanted and knew my dick would be in a matter of moments.
“Now suck my di ck.”
She drops to her knees without protest.
“See jeans were a good choice for tonight.” I stroke the top of her head. “I wouldn’t want your pretty, little knees to get scrape d on the hard ground.”
She quivers beneath my hand. As she closes her right hand around my cock my knees nearly buckle. She strokes me hard a couple of times before burying her face between my legs and run ning her tongue down the crease of my crotch. Her hair slid es sensually over my jutting cock as she gathers it in her hand, she slowly winds it around my cock. She wraps her hand over her hair and my cock and glides up and down my length.
“Does that feel good, baby?” She practically purrs as my cock swells in her hand.
I suck in a shallow breath. “Damn good.” A bead of sweat trickles down from my hairline. “Suck it, baby.”
Her breathing is uneven as her tongue flicks out to capture the drop on the tip before open ing her mouth wide and immedia tely sucking me deep. Deeper and deeper still until my cock is against the back of her throat. Her tongue laves and swirls, circling the ridge around the crown, pressing in and out of the slit on the tip.
I bury my hands deep in her hair, holding her head steady while she takes my balls in her soft palm, squeezing, rolling, and weighing them until they start to draw up tight against my body as she slurps my cock wetting it with her saliva and swallowing it again.
She sucks on me, nibbles on me, licks me. My head falls back on my shoulders. God, can she suck a mean dick. “Fuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
I grab her hair and push my cock deep, near ly groaning as her throat works around the head. “Now hurry it up so I can get you home and fill your sweet pussy with my dic k.”
“Hmm…” she grips the base of my cock with her tiny hand and bobs her head up and down, her nostrils flaring, and high-pitched pants coming from between her lips and my cock.
I’m close; my ragged breathing betrays me. “Deep, Nina,” I growl after a few deep breaths. “Suck me deep, Nina.” I stroke her shoulder. “Later I’m going to fuck your hot cunt with my big dick.” Her hair h angs around her face hiding her emotions. I gather it in one fist and twist until her face his visible. She looks up through her lashes, her eyes wide, her face flushed and I’m done. The sight of her hallowed out cheeks and swollen lips glistening with saliva do it for me.
I come with a guttural groan, the hot spurts of my come slide down her throat and she doesn’t stop until every last drop is accounted for.
I let my spent cock slide from her mouth. “Your place or mine?”
“Ours.”
“Perfect.”
I stuff my cock into my jeans and put my arm around her shoulder. We walk to the curb and I hail a cab.
She snuggls against my side, squirming on the seat.
“What are you doing?” I put my forefinger beneath her chin and lift her face so I can see her expression.
“I’m dying to come again,” she says in a loud whisper.
I look up with a grin when the cab driver clears his throat loudly. We lock eyes in the rearview mirror and I raise one eyebrow. He turns away and I swear I can see a slight redness in his cheeks.
Tension is rampant in the backseat of the cab. Her arousal, as well as mine, is readily apparent in the confines of the small, enclosed space.
I thrust my hand between her legs and tap rhythmically against her pussy. “When we get home I’m going to burn every pair of pants and jeans you own.”
She pulls back. “You wouldn’t dare!” I can’t help but smile at the shocked look on her face.
I press my lips to her ear. “If I have my say, you’ll never cover your delicious cunt again.” I thrust my tongue into her ear and swirl it around before gently biting on her lobe.
“We’re here,” the driver calls over his shoulder.
We scramble out of the cab and rush toward our apartment, falling in the door once it’s unlocked.
I push her up against the wall, rip at the button of her jeans, and shove them down at the same time she’s working at my fly and releasing my cock.
She loops her arms around my neck and practically crawls on my body to wrap her legs around my waist. I reach between us to slide my fingers between her swollen labia and groan aloud at the thick cream that greets my fingertips. “Thank the lord.”
“I told you I was horny.” The fingers of her left hand bite into my shoulder while her right hand guides the head of my pulsing cock to her slick opening. “I need your cock.”
“You’ve got it.” I lean my forehead against hers. “You weren’t kidding, love.” I sigh as her velvety channel swallows my weeping cock hungrily.
I grip her hips and lift and lower her over my hard dick, her head thrown back, her lower lip caught enticingly between her teeth and soft squeaks huffing out as I slide her up and down my dick.
“I’m too…” she murmurs. “I can’t take much more.”
“Come, baby,” I give her permission. My skin feels stretched taut over my cheeks as her pussy grips me tight with the fluttery pulses of her muscles as she starts to let go. I place my left hand under her ass to give her more leverage and lean in pressing her against the wall and my chest. My lips wrapped around her throat and my teeth sink into the tendons as I suck her sweet taste into my mouth.
“Let go, Nina.” I hold her still and thrust deep. Reaching between our sweaty bodies, I flick her clit with the tip of my finger and she gasps, thrashing, bouncing harder and harder. Her heels biting into my low-back, but I can care less. She wants it and I’m going to give everything to her. I let her writhe over me until she comes apart in my arms.
“Come on, baby.” I lick and suck her throat as I cup her ass.
She rides through the waves of her orgasm, milking my cock with each spasm that starts deep in her pussy as I pump my cock and not two seconds later I come hard. And we both collapse in the foyer of our apartment.
My arms fasten around her waist, my head cushioned by the pillow softness of her breasts.
“How’s that for fantasy, babe?”
“Meet a tall, dark, gorgeous ‘stranger’ in a bar and fuck him senseless?” My head rises and falls with her deep inhale.
I can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, that’s the one.”
Hunger gleams in her eyes. “Done and done.” She sighs. “Check that one off my bucket list.”
I pull back and kiss her, deeply. My perfect stranger.