“I don’t usually do this…”
She looked up through her eyelashes deceivingly as she knelt in front of the well-dressed man she met at the bar. She fumbled with his belt, button and zipper until she finally got what she wanted. He was hard and exposed so she took a mouthful, gagging and drooling as she sucked.
“I don’t usually do this either,” he said, “but when I saw you…” He groaned and then tipped his head back while she performed.
Cocky, she thought. She worked for a while, swirling her tongue around the head of his dick occasionally and adding a little friction with her teeth here and there. When she had had enough, she stood and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. She lifted her snake-skin printed dress up past her waist and invited him across the room to the kitchenette counter. He took a deep breath and stood up.
His hesitation made her wonder.
Maybe he really doesn’t do this all the time. The skepticism leaked into her mind, but it was the same place and same fuck as the last time. Same dress, heels and black lipstick. No bra or panties, just cold, dry skin waiting to shed her layers. The only difference was him, although he was just like the rest.