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The woman In the Bar
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The woman In the Bar The lights above the bar counter struck a gleam in her eyes, charging them with a fire that I could see mirrored her own inner heat. That was what I noticed about her first. She was leaning forward, one arm on the bar, the other tucking an unruly curl of hair behind her ear. She smiled as spoke, leaning into her words as if to tell a secret to the man behind the bar. She was in a slim fitting black striped pencil dress ending just below the knees. The top plunged into a deep V and in the warm overhead lights I could see gentle curve of breasts protruding from it. Fire in her eyes and her heart, I mused. She is comfortable in her own skin, and in knowing that those around her are watching her every gesture. She turned from the bar, casting a long glance around the room with freshly shaken cocktail in her hand. She took a long slow sip, leaving the impression of her lips on the cold rim of the glass. The room was hers, and she knew it. There was no eye that didn't linger on her for at least a few moments. Taking in the thick mass of curls swept around one shoulder, leaving a graceful neckline exposed. Almond eyes with purpose in them swept the room taking in everything, searching. She had not been in this place before as far as I knew, and I was here a lot. Surely I would have heard of her from someone if she were. People would remember her, as I knew I would. Her gaze came to me, calm and confident. I returned it. We held each others gaze for a moment and she continued to look over the room. I knew what she wanted, and she knew what I did. I recognized the look in those eyes. It was the look that was so frequently staring back at me in the mirror. Hunger. She returned her gaze to me,<b> locking </font></b>eyes again. I had not stopped looking at her which she was aware of. After a moment she deliberately and slowly looked me up and down. A coy smile played across her lips as slowly as her eyes had across my body. I smiled back at her subtly. Without breaking eye contact she raised her drink and poured the remaining liquid down her throat, swallowing deeply. Oh she is good. Throwing back the last bit of scotch in my glass I rose from my chair, tossing cash for the drink on the table, never allowing my eyes to leave hers. Slowly I turned away from her and walked to the back of the bar. I knew she wouldn't be far behind me. Entering a small well lit hallway at the rear of the room I turned to a door to me left, gents written across it with brass lettering. I turned the handle and went in. It was remarkably clean, and was to be expected when patroning a high end pub. The fifty dollar scotch also entitled one to a clean place to take care of personal business. The though had just crossed my mind when the door behind me opened abruptly. I spun around and before I could take in who had entered the woman's mouth was on mine, her tongue parting my lips. In the world that existed outside of our kiss I heard the lock on the door snap closed. I was hers. Savoring the sensation of her tongue sliding against mine, I ran my hand through her long hair, silk. Like the dress covering her beautiful form. I ran my hands down it across her back. I had expected her to follow me, but I had now expected this. She was making me hers, and I was letting her, urging her to. I was so lost in that passion that I didn't realize my cock was already hard and pulsing until her hand found it. "Mmm.." The sound came from deep within her. She pulled her head back, biting my lip as she did. Her touch, even through the dress pants and boxer briefs, set me on fire. Drawing her head back she looked directly into my eyes, into my soul. Fire. She was going to get what she wanted from me, and she wanted me to know it. I could feel one of her hands rubbing me as she sank slowly down onto her knees, never looking away from my eyes, keeping me transfixed. By the time she has come to the floor my belt and pants were undone and open. The head of my cock sticking about the line of my briefs. Her tongue quickly found it, tickling forcefully before pulling my underwear down and sliding the length of me into her mouth. Her eyes strayed only for a second before finding mine again, and as she did she pushed her head forward. I felt my cock slide deep into her throat. Holding it there for a moment she pulled back and again plunged it deep into her mouth. Deep inside her mouth I felt her tongue flicking my balls. She pulled back again. The coy smile played across her lips once again, pressing the head of my dick against her lips, moving it back and forth. Again she took me in all the way to the hilt, with a hunger so deep I fear she might drain me right there. Struggling to remain composed I reached down and brought here lips up to me. I plunged my tongue into her mouth with abandon. I wanted to taste her. I needed to taste her. Reaching my hand down under her well rounded ass I picked her up off the floor, spun her around and set her down on the black granite counter. I kissed her again, deep and long and passionate.One hand behind her head, the other removing her black lace panties. I dropped them to the floor. I fell to my knees, as if worshiping a goddess. I would give her praise, when my tongue parted her lips. And they did so quickly after tracing the outside line of her gorgeous plump pussy. She tasted glorious. Like honey and musk. I drank her in. Every drop that I could find with my eager tongue. I could hear her breath quicken as I flicked at her clit. Plunging my tongue into her I felt her thighs tighten around my head, her hands coming down into my hair, grabbing it, pulling my face hard into her sweet pussy. I knew she was cumming. I could feel the twitch of her thighs, the pulse of her vagina around my tongue, the sounds of her suppressing a loud moan. She was primal, and I loved it. I kept thrusting my tongue into her. She was wet, sopping. I drank her in. As her orgasm subsided she pulled my head out from between her legs, slid off the counter and turned around. Her head spun around and looked down to me. I was still licking the her juice off my lips and chin. She said nothing, her eyes told me everything. She wanted me in her. She wanted to get fucked. And she was expecting it now. I stood up, my cock jetting out expectantly. Her dress was pulled up, exposing her velvety pick pussy in the warm light, her tight asshole above it. She was looking at me in the mirror behind the counter now, hungrily. Stepping up behind her I teased her clit with my cock. Rubbing it back and forth just slow enough to be a hard tease. Then without warning, as my cock passed back over her clit, she pushed back, taking my dick deep inside her. Her pussy was tight and hot. It felt like warm wet heaven wrapped around every inch of me. She moaned again deeply and leaned forward. I pushed back in wanting to fill her, wanting to be in her forever. A slow steady beat built up faster and faster. I was plunging into her with reckless abandon. Pulling her ass back onto me as I thrust forward. She moaned louder, finding it hard to keep quite or not caring. I looked up at the mirror and saw her looking into my eyes. The coy smile that played on her lips for so long has vanished, replaced with something entirely different. Need, and hunger. I reached both hands up, continuing to thrush deep inside her, and pulled her V-neck dress apart, release her perfectly rounded breasts from their cage. I watched as they swayed vigorously back and forth before taking one in each hand and quickening my thrusts. Her eyes broke from mine in the mirror no her head lowered. I could feel her pussy muscled tightening around my cock. She exploded in orgasm. I could feel her juices flying off my balls as they slapped against her clit. She moaned loudly, everyone definitely heard it, and her legs shook. Suddenly I her muscles tensed up and it felt like my dick was in a hot wet vice. She squeezed me so hard I nearly lost control. I could feel my balls pulsing. I would cum soon. Looking up from her tight ass I caught her eye in the mirror. I trying to pull out, but her hand swung around, grabbing my ass and pulled me back into her. The expression on her face changed. Where it was need and hunger moments before, it was now control, dominance. She wanted me to fill her and she was going to get what she wanted. I slammed into her, sending ripples across her ass as it shook. I felt her tighten again and start moving herself to meet me with every thrust. She was smiling now, a seductive, devious smile. I started to cum, semen spilled from my cock inside her, filling her. I slowed my pace, but she quickly took over, slamming back into me, taking my cock hard until I could barely stand. She slowly leaned forward, sliding me out of her. The suction sound that accompanied it spoke to how much cum she took inside her. I stepped back, catching my breath. My dick throbbed, cum still dripped from the tip of it. I looked up to see her facing me, already put together. She moved towards me, ran her tongue across my lips and continued out the door of the mens washroom. She never looked back. And as the door was closing behind her, leaving me a sweaty, sticky mess, I saw my cum running down the inside of her leg, leaving little puddles on the floor behind her. I never saw her at the pub again. ~MM |
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9/11/2016 1:58 pm |
Damn. Such a hot read. Lucky man.
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