As time passed, I felt ‘us’ slipping away. It required drastic measures. Calling in a favor, I reserved the bar and asked him to meet me there.
He was seated, nursing a scotch, neat.
“Like what you see?” I asked, dropping the coat and spinning around.
I walked over and kissed him. Our tongues dueled as the passion reignited. Clothes shed, his eyes closed as I dropped to my knees and engulfed his cock. My tongue swirled as I swallowed his length. Lewd sounds filled the room.
“Oh fuck yes!”
Rising, I grabbing my coat.
“Let’s continue this at home.”
