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.