I sit alone in my bubble at the end of the bar. I didn’t want to be alone, so I sat there next to a few people I know. I tried repeatedly to pierce their cones of conversation, to no avail. Interjecting an opinion or making a joke, only to be met with a stone wall. Their faces gave me the “A and B conversation, dude. C your way out” look. So, I nestled into my bourbon and the saving grace of technology, reaching out for a connection via my various dating apps and sites. Eventually, I opt for games and the bubble around me thickens.
I didn’t even notice her sit down. I could not tell you how long she’d been there. The first thing I noticed was her scent. Its heavy vanilla notes conquering the earthy aroma of my cigar. I looked over to find her sipping a neat whisky. She was tall and curvy. Her tight jeans and fuzzy sweater did little to hide her dangerous architecture. The bar was pretty full, so I didn’t really think anything of her sitting next to me. She, on the other hand, had chosen her seat carefully. “Well now, Cowboy, don’t you think it’s time to buy me another drink,” she said as she gulped down her last swallow. (I figured she called me that because I was wearing my Dallas Cowboys t-shirt.)
“What’ll ya have, ma’am?” I asked, trying my best to stifle my excitement and sound like a cowboy. She looked at me with eyes that looked like both predator and prey. She knew what she wanted, she would give it willingly, but she preferred that I take it.
“Whatever you’re having.” She said. I got the bartender’s attention and ordered another round of bourbon. We exchanged pleasantries about our drinks of choice until ours arrived. I rattled off an Irish toast about whisky, kindness, and strangers. We both tossed out drinks back as the electricity between us began to crackle. There was little doubt where this interlude was headed, but the song and dance is half the fun.
She asked for a puff of my cigar, and I obliged. She drew in the smoke and, much to my surprise, did not cough. Instead, she blew out a perfect smoke ring before blowing the rest out her nose. “Tasty!” she said. I was beyond impressed, and aroused by the stranger. It was as if the forces on high had pieced together the perfect woman and plopped her on the barstool. She assured me she was not a succubus or any other supernatural being, just a woman in town on business.
“Well then, where is the chase and how do I cut to it?” I asked looking into her dark eyes. There was no playing hard to get or beating around the bush tonight. She replied, “You’ve already caught your prize. What are you going to do with it?”
I moved purposefully and grabbed the hair on the back of her head. Pulling her towards me for a passionate kiss. Her full lips met mine and felt as if they were on fire. She moaned a bit before settling in and returning the favor. I’m not sure how long we were locked there. An eternity? Mere seconds?
We pulled apart long enough for me to throw a wad of cash on the bar. I took her hand and led her out the door to my truck. Our lips, tongues, and hands moved in a furious frenzy exploring one another. I asked where her hotel was, and she told me. It didn’t really matter.
It was late and the garage was empty. I pulled her around to the tailgate and dropped it. (Luckily I had backed into the spot near the back corner.) She took off that fuzzy sweater to reveal her plump breasts straining against a sensible, white cotton bra. The thin fabric did little to restrain her thick, erect nipples. I cupped her breast and caught her nipple between my thumb and hand giving it a firm squeeze. She moaned deeply. I spun her around and undid her bra, letting her breasts hang freely in the chilly night air. I grasped them firmly and began massaging them, much to her delight.
Her hands begin to search the outside of my jeans to find my stiff cock. She rubs it slowly along the shaft to the head, then back down to my balls. I kiss my way down her neck, and bite her firmly where it meets her shoulder. She squealed, which made me bear down just a little harder. I could feel the heat coming from her pussy as she gyrated her ass against my cock.
I bent her over and smacked her ass soundly. The sound reverberated off the hard, concrete walls, as did her moan of ecstasy. I gave her a few lighter smacks on each cheek before sliding my hand down between her legs. Her jeans were soaked. I began rubbing the sopping wet spot and could smell her scent mingled with her perfume. It was intoxicating. She let out a stuttered moan letting me know she was having an orgasm. It wouldn’t be her last of the night.
She turned around and I grabbed a handful of hair. Jerking her hair back, I bit and kissed her neck and shoulders. I worked my way to her breasts, spending an extended amount of time sucking and biting her nipples until she shuddered with the release of another orgasm. I removed my belt. She asked sheepishly, “What are you going to do with that?”
“Put it around your neck, and then you’re going to suck my cock.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied as I wrapped the wide brown belt around her neck. I threaded the end through the buckle and cinched it firmly around her neck. She squatted down and undid my pants. The stranger nuzzled my cock with her face through my underwear before sliding them down to release my stiff member. “This is what I’ve been waiting for,” she smiled and took my head into her lips. Flicking her tongue across the tip as she gripped the base.
I tugged on the belt and pulled her away. “I didn’t give you permission to use your hands, li’l Missy,” I growled. “Now, am I going to have to tie them up too?” She put her hands on her breasts as I forced her head towards my rigid cock. She opened her mouth and I slid it into her face. She had some serious skills, hands or no. I let her work her magic, occasionally giving the belt a tug just to remind her it was still there. I felt my balls tighten as I prepared to cum. Pulling her face away, I asked, “Are you ready for the privilege of taking Sir’s load on your tits?” She nodded and pressed her full breasts together. I slid my dick in between her firm tits for a few thrusts before I came, making sure I covered her dark areolas and thick nipples with my sticky gift. She began licking my juices off her tits until they were clean.
“That’s a good girl, cleaning up Sir’s mess like that. Now, you will be rewarded.”
She smiled as I laid her back into the truck bed and began pulling down her pants, already wet from the orgasms before. I could smell her sweet scent rising from her warm pussy as I slid my fingers between her outer labia. I ran my finger down its length, barely parting her inner lips. She squirmed with delight. I rubbed it a few more times before burying my face into her fleshy mound. I stuck my tongue into her moist slit, tasting her salty, sweetness. Her pink inner labia barely sticking out of her hairy mons veneris. It was not trimmed or shaved like most women these days. She had it trimmed neatly, but still plenty of hair. Her clit was swollen and protruding enough so that I could easily find it with my tongue. I licked her clit and swirled my tongue around it before sucking it into my mouth. I caught it between my tongue and teeth and played with it a minute as she twitched each time I rolled it. Then I began licking her along the length of her sweet slit, probing and sucking until she came again.
I went back to sucking on her clit and began fingering her tight vagina and asshole. Reaching up in her wet pussy and rubbing her G-spot. I continued licking and sucking and finger fucking her until she shuddered again with her hardest orgasm yet. I could not wait any longer, I needed to be inside her.
I stood up and teased her wet pussy with the head of my cock. Rubbing it up and down her lips and rubbing her clit with the underside of my shaft. “I need you in me, Sir! Fuck me! Fuuuuck meeee!” she begged, breathlessly. I teased her one last time before sliding my cock into her. She was hot, soaked, and tight. With long, slow strokes I began sliding in and out of her pussy as she met my every thrust. I withdrew my cock and rolled her over before thrusting into her from behind. I reached up and grabbed her breasts as I fucked her with a little more speed this time. Short strokes followed by a deep thrust into her depths. She moaned each time, and reached back to rub her clit. I felt her walls clench on my cock as another orgasm swept over her body. She was suddenly a great deal wetter as I thrust into her a few more times. Finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I pulled out and gave my cock a few strokes before shooting my load onto her back. After I cleaned her up with a towel from my truck, she put her clothes back on properly.
I drove her back to her hotel, and let her go after a passionate kiss. I watched as she walked into the lobby and the automatic doors closed behind her. I watched as she rounded the corner, digging into her purse for her key. Sometimes I go back to the bar, and I wait. Sometimes I think I glimpse her in the crowd and wait for a knowing smile. But it is never her. And I continue to dwell in my bubble, hoping again for someone to pierce it like she did.
Fin
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