As I walked past the bar, I saw a very sexy looking young lady with a mimosa drink in hand, sitting on the couch outside of the bar proper. She was unmistakably beautiful and probably about twenty or twenty-three saunted up to the bar. She had long sexy legs and a very firm fitting top. She smiled as I walked past her and into the bar.
A few minutes later, she wandered into the bar and took a seat on the bar stool next to me. At first she didn’t say anything. She stared at the television over the bar.
“So what brings you to the bar?” I casually asked. “Boyfriend issues?”
“What brings you to the bar?” she replied, “Wife issues?”
So the conversation got off to a rocky start. I wasn’t there to pick anyone up. I just wanted to kiss some time.
“Not really,” I replied. “She is on a business trip and I didn’t want to go home.”
“You didn’t want to go home, or you didn’t want to go home alone,” my bar partner replied.
I chuckled.
“Probably a little of both.”
We both stared at the television screen over the bar. After a few minutes of silence, she leaned over and pressed her shoulder against mine.
“Do you want to go somewhere else and share a drink?” she whispered.
I could smell the aroma of her sweet perfume. She slipped her left hand on to my thigh and squeezed it. My man senses tingled. I slipped my hand on to her thigh, just past the hem of her short black leather mini-skirt and reciprocated the touch.
“Sure,” I replied. “Do you have a place in mind?”
“How about your place?” she said.
“You don’t have a room here?” I pressed.
“No,” she said, “I’m not that kind of girl.”
I quickly apologized. I thought for a moment. Elena would never know, but how would I explain my bar buddy to a nosy neighbor? I decided she might be worth the risk, especially since I was a little on the horny side.
“Sure,” I responded.
I handed the bartender my credit card and paid the tab.
“Come on,” I said, putting my arm around her soft waist. We slipped out of the bar into the fading heat of the day. It was a hot night in Dallas and although I had the air conditioner on full blast, it just wasn’t going to cool off the car rapidly.
I rolled down my window and my bar buddy did the same. I glanced over at her long tan legs. Her mini skirt had bunched up and she made no attempt to readjust it.
“You like to lay out,” I said, looking at her bronzed legs.
“Yeah,” she replied, “And I have no tans lines.”
“Really?” I replied. “That’s cool.”
We zipped along the North Dallas Tollway and as we did, she casually slipped her arm across mine and the center divider, squeezing my upper thigh.
“You’re cute,” she remarked. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“Yes,” I replied.
I pulled into the alley and then into the garage. As the garage door closed, I turned and looked at my new friend. Instantly, our lips met in a deep and passionate kiss. I could feel her hand on my crotch, groping my growing erection. I moaned my approval. I slipped my hand up under her tight fitting shirt and around her waist. After a few minutes of intense and mutual groping, I sat back and took in a deep breath and then forcibly exhaled.
“Are you nervous?” she asked.
“Are you?” I replied.
“A little,” she remarked.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I said.
“Neither have I,” she replied.
“What do you do for a living?” I asked.
“I’m a para-legal at a law firm,” she replied.
“So why?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I guess I was lonely and desperate and then you came along.”
“Was?” I replied.
“Yeah,” she said, still rubbing my cock through the fabric of my jeans, “I was, but now, I am not.”
“So do you want to go in?” I asked.
“Yes,” she responded, opening her car door.
I lead the way in past the laundry room and she followed.
“This is nice,” she said as she looked around.
I stepped in front of her and slipped my hands around her waist, pressing myself up against her slender body.
“This is nice as well,” I said, looking down into her green eyes.
She slipped her arms around my waist and pressed her body against mine. She slipped out of her small jacket, her boobs pressing against her tight-fitting white shirt. I slipped my hands under the edges of her shirt and pulled it over her head, as she reached behind back and unfastened her white lace brassiere, which joined her shirt and jacket on the nearby couch.
Her luscious boobs were perfect – a size 36C cup, with small nipples perched on top of light brown areolas. I slipped my hands on her boobs and gently massaged them.
“Do you like them?” she asked, as I teased her nipples in a light pinch
“Oh yes!” I replied. “They’re beautiful.”
She pushed at the sides of my jeans. I unzipped them and allowed her to push them and my boxer shorts past my waist. As my swollen cock came into view, she bent over and took my cock in hand and began to inspect it.
I lead her to the master bed room. I stripped naked as she took off her thong, lay back on the bed, with her legs spread open and wide, her shaved pussy glistening with moisture. She slipped a lone finger into her love box and then smiled as I crawled on to the bed and between her spread open legs.
I kissed her flat abdomen. As I started to lower myself to her love box, she pulled me up and on to herself, my cock coming to rest mere inches from her pussy. I looked down at her breasts. Her chest heaved up and down with excitement.
I kissed her neck and worked my way back to her luscious pink lips, even as the head of my cock found its way to the outer bands of her womanhood. She reached between my legs and used my tool to pleasure herself, rubbing it back and forth across her labia. Finally, she pushed the tip end of my manhood into her pussy. I could feel the walls of her pussy tightening down on my manhood.
I thrust my tongue deep inside her open mouth, as my pelvic bone crashed into hers, my cock buried deep inside of her. She trembled and shuddered, digging her manicured nails into my shoulders. I couldn’t hold back and let it go.
“I can feel you cuming,” she breathlessly remarked, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
I thrust my hips and up and down as I emptied everything I had into her. Finally, when I couldn’t give anything else, I pulled out and lay on the bed, on my back, looking up at the ceiling.
We both lay there for the longest time, in silence. After a while, I looked over and my bar friend was fast asleep. I pulled the covers over her naked body and snuggled up next to her. I slipped my arm across her stomach and pulled myself in close to where she lay next to me and closed my eyes.
I don’t know what time it was, but I woke up to a wonderful feeling of having my cock being sucked. I pulled her up from under the bed covers. She smiled as she looked at me.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I couldn’t resist.”
I pulled her up and on to the top of my body. She inserted my swollen cock into her pussy, as she straddled my hips, her hands pressing on to my chest, her long blonde hair cascading down across her bare shoulders. It didn’t take much and I was shooting another load deep inside of her as she screamed out, “Fuck me! Fuck me! I love it!”
We fucked like this until the wee hours of the morning.
I woke up and it was almost ten o’clock. I called my secretary and told her I had over slept. She said I was covered. I looked at my bed mate. I hated to end a great thing, but I had to get to work. I showered and waited on her to do the same. I dropped her off at the bar. Hers was the only car in the parking lot. We kissed briefly and she stepped out of my car.
“Thank you,” she said, giving me a wink.
I quickly drove off to work. I couldn’t believe what had transpired. It was almost surreal. I sniffed the ends of my fingers to see if the sweet musty smell of her gift had stayed with me. It had.
My secretary was all smiles when I walked in to work.
“Rough morning?” she asked.
“No,” I replied, “Just a busy one.”
I liked Jane, and she was like my right arm. We clicked well, not in a sexual way, but in every other way. I settled into my office and fired up my computer. I couldn’t get what had just transpired out of my mind. I focused on reading several contracts that had been sent to me to review. Several hours later, Jane buzzed me on the intercom.
“Armbruster is here,” she said. Oh crap. I had forgot about the meeting. John Armbruster was an important client and our firm was trying to seal a deal with him to lease some property from us. I gathered up my papers and headed for the conference room.
John Armbruster stood and greeted me as I entered the room. He was an older gentleman and very easy going.
“I brought along my para-legal,” John remarked. I turned and standing there, dressed very professionally, was my bar friend. I don’t know who was more surprised – her or myself. She extended her hand and smiled.
“I’m Rebecca,” she said. “It seems like we have met before.”
“I think we probably have,” I replied. Awkward couldn’t begin to describe the feeling.
“Oh cool,” John replied, “I’m glad we all know each other.”
John and I chatted as Rebecca sat in silence on the far side of John at the conference room table. John agreed to lease the property, and I agreed to his terms, probably because I was a bit distracted.
“We should celebrate,” I replied as I stood and shook John’s hand. John looked at his work mate and asked if she wanted to join us.
“No,” she replied, “I had a late night last night and I think I will turn in early tonight.”
I had to smile.
“Well, maybe we can celebrate another time,” John said.
“We’ll catch up again later,” John remarked as he headed for the conference room door. His para-legal hung back and smiled, looking out at the lake that our office overlooked in the business park.
“What a great view,” she said.
I was standing by the conference room door, looking at her, admiring her sleek figure, as she looked out the window.
“I agree,” I said.
She turned and winked as she walked silently past me and out of the conference room.
I settled into my office chair. Jane buzzed on the intercom.
“Did you get it done?” she asked.
“Oh yeah,” I replied. “I got ‘er done!”
