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She had just moved back to her hometown. Upon arrival, she realized just how long she had been gone and how much she had missed this place. Small, quaint. Homey. She put down her bags in her hotel room, where she would be staying while waiting for her furniture to arrive.
She’d had a hell of a week and needed a break, so she decided headed down to the hotel bar for a drink (or two). She decided to change clothes first, though, because she was in her comfortable traveling clothes. She picked a short, black dress with a low neckline and black strappy heels (luckily she had gotten a pedicure a few days prior). The skintight dress hugged her full hips and was almost to her mid thigh, making it a sexy but still somewhat classy outfit of choice. No panties. It had been months since her last night out, so she took extra care to curl her long strawberry blonde hair and apply pink lipstick. One final look in the mirror and she was ready to go.
She closed her door, made sure that she had the room key, and headed down the hallway to the elevator. This hotel was beautiful, the main lobby was completely open and filled with various shrubs and trees. The elevator was glass so she could see the lobby below her as she descended. It was loud but still a relaxing atmosphere. The bar was down the hall from the lobby and was semi-crowded. Not too bad for a Friday night in a big city.
She chose a seat at the bar and tugged on her dress to keep from flashing the entire room, sat down and crossed her legs. The low light made her skin look luminous and she felt confident for the first time in a while. She had been single for a year and a half and rarely went out, so her last hookup was weeks before, and she felt sexy. She knew she wanted to take somebody back to her room with her. She asked the bartender for a beer and scanned the room. Mostly men together in groups. Ugh.
“Sam Adams.” The bartender places the bottle in front of her and removed the cap. She hadn’t noticed before, but the bartender was tall and muscular, just how she liked.
“Enjoy.” He said with a smile, he must have noticed her gaze. His green eyes twinkled, amused. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him as he walked away.
“Goddamn,” she thought. “How the fuck am I supposed to compete with that?”
Two beers down, and even the small talk with another woman seemed to tickle her. The familiar warmth filled her cheeks and she was feeling good.
At this point people had been tricking in and out, and during a slow moment, the bartender zeroed in on her. He couldn’t help noticing her cleavage as she leaned forward on the bar counter as her “small talk” became more and more animated. Her pale skin in her tight, sexy dress, kept him hypnotized for a moment before he noticed her looking back at him. She winked and pushed her breasts together lightly between her arms, subtly, but she wanted a response from the bartender. He was stunned. He wasn’t drinking and even his face was flushed.
A few hours passed and she stopped drinking after feeling little more than a buzz, keeping her wits about her. She kept her eye on the bartender, lost in thought. The sleeves on his white button up were folded to reveal his muscular forearms, but all she could think about was waking up wearing that same button down, and nothing underneath…
“Another beer?” He asked. Her mind had not processed that he was moving towards her.
“Just one more.” She replied, wondering how to go about asking for his name. She was suddenly aware that they were alone in the bar now, and it was ten minutes to close.
She didn’t notice him leaning on the counter towards her after he placed another bottle in front of her, so when his face was suddenly inches from hers, she was startled. Fuck, this guy was hot. She sipped on her beer, not wanting to get wasted, but also not wanting to leave the bar. He didn’t mind letting her stay behind after closing.
“I’m Chloe,” she introduced herself.
“Joey.” He nodded and smiled. “You looked like you were having fun tonight.”
“Yeah,” Chloe giggled, “I really needed to um, wind down.” He laughed in response and asked why she was in town, and as she answered, he came around from behind the bar and sat next to her. The small talk didn’t last long, they were staring at each other and seemingly communicating without speaking. But neither of them made a move. It wasn’t until Joey got up to lock the entrance to the bar that Chloe gained some confidence, and when he sat back down she was ready to take her chance. Still being tipsy, she wanted to place her hand on his knee but when she did, she leaned too far forward and stumbled off her chair, both hands landing on his thighs to catch herself. His hands automatically went to her waist to catch her.
“Oh, god.” She thought, flushed. She couldn’t have just flirted like a normal person? And now she was standing far too close to Joey, their faces inches apart, one of her hands on each of his thighs. She could feel the muscles beneath his slacks; they felt thick. She loved it too much to be embarrassed. Instead of apologizing and jumping back into her seat, she lingered there, wondering how Joey would react. His hands still on her waist, his eyes on her lips, Chloe could tell the feeling was mutual. The tension rose as the silence held for a few moments.
She giggled, “Oh my god.”
“It’s alright,” he said. “I’m not complaining.” He grinned slyly. This was his shot. He pulled her closer still, she was now practically standing between his knees. His hands left her waist and went to her ass for a small squeeze. His eyes penetrated hers and he could see her chest rise and fall with each quickened breath. Her full breasts were now positioned right in front of his face, and he couldn’t take anymore.
Chloe leaned closer into him, loving being in his touch, wondering if she was imagining the bulge forming in his pants. His cock twinged at her first touch, even through his pants she could feel that it was slightly hard. Joey finally pulled her face to his, kissing her passionately as her hand continued to rub his cock through his pants. Chloe loved how he tasted, and wanted more. She was hungry. Her mouth watered as she pulled Joey up to stand, her hands already fiddling with his belt and his pant zipper.
Her tongue encircled the head of his cock and Joey moaned. Chloe held eye contact while she teased the head. He unbuttoned his shirt, staring at her, this sexy woman, perfect tits, on her knees in front of him, his hands reached for her chest, pulling down the top of her dress to reveal her soft breasts and pink nipples. He could already picture his cum dripping over them…
Joey gasped as she took his shaft into her mouth, surprising him. His thick cock was pulsating as she took his length into her throat, bobbing her head up and down to get him deeper. Fuck, his cock tasted so good. Her pussy tingled, getting wet just blowing this huge dick, and she knew she couldn’t wait much longer. She needed him. She needed his thick cock to pound her pussy, rough just like she liked it. Joey’s moans increased in volume and he placed his hand on the back of her head, helping shove his cock in her mouth. Oh, she loved that.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” He moaned, his hands entangled in her long hair and he held it out of her face.
All it took was one word.
“Daddy.” He exploded into her throat and his cum tasted better than Chloe had imagined and she swallowed every bit, licking his cock one more time to clean up.
Joey fell back into his seat and pulled her with him, kissing her deeply, his hand still at the back of her head. Her breasts heaved against him. His hands explored her thighs, lifting up her dress, moving around to her ass, which he squeezed and spanked lightly. She giggled; she loved being spanked. He hadn’t noticed that she wasn’t wearing panties until his fingertips circled around to stomach, then lightly rubbing her skin as he moved down to her wet pussy. He felt her juices and that was enough to make him hard again. He stood up and placed her on the counter her knees resting on the cold marble. He pushed up her dress again to see her round ass and her perfect pink pussy. She moaned, asking him to give her what she needs. And he obliged.
His hands spread apart her cheeks and he rubbed her pussy, then licked his fingers for a taste. He buried his face into her, sucking and kissing as her back arched. She pushed herself into his face, feeling his stubble tickling her. Joey’s tongue circled her clit, and went to her hole. He tongued her vagina, quickly taking his tongue in and out of her, and breathed “You like this?”
“Oh god, yes!” She moaned as her hips bucked, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. Her whole body was warm and tingling, she could feel her heart beating harder, and she begged for more. She continued to grind against his face until she came, her breaths coming quicker and she collapsed onto the counter. A quick spank on her ass and Joey had his hands on her again, flipping her over onto her back, and she could see his cock throbbing again. She needed it.
“Daddy…fuck me.” Chloe whispered, as he nearly ripped her dress taking it off of her so fast. She held her tits and looked up at him, begging him with her eyes. He pushed his cock into her hole, stuffing her full in one pump. She moaned in pleasure. He slowly pulled out and went in deep again, teasing her. Chloe wrapped her legs tight around him, pulling him into her but he resisted. He wanted her to wait.
“Not yet.” He said sternly, once again shoved his cock in tantalizingly slow. She moaned and her hands went to his chest, caressing his pecs and running her fingers through his chest hair. He moved his lips to her neck, biting teasingly as she bucked beneath him. Her pussy was so fucking tight. He grabbed pulled her by her legs into him, finally giving in. He pumped in and out, fucking her as deep as he could and she groaned loudly. His hands went to her chest, grabbing a handful of each tit as they bounced with each thrust.
“You want me to fuck you harder?” He demanded to know.
She groaned and nodded. “Please.” He began to pound harder, feeling his balls smack against her as he did. He moved one hand to her neck, holding her head up, making her watch as he rammed into her pussy. She was so warm.
He continued to fuck her faster and harder.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” he moaned while he leaned forward onto her, feeling her tits bounce with every thrust. He was getting close. Harder, still.
“Fuuuuck, daddyyyy,” she groaned into his ear, her legs still wrapped tight around him as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Joey pulled out his cock before he came on her chest, watching it drip over her beautiful tits before she cleaned it up and licked it off of her fingers. She lay there for a moment as Joey pulled his pants up, admiring his muscles again. He had fucked her so hard she felt like she was dreaming.
After a moment she got up and began looking around for her dress. As she got dressed Joey watched and smiled. He wondered how long she was in town, as he wasn’t nearly done with her, and she wasn’t done with him.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ecylct/chloe_at_the_bar_str8_very_long