He walked into the bar on a breezy but warm fall night. The warm light shone over the walnut in a comforting way to him. It helped relax him. It was the first time out alone in as long as he could remember. He sat near the middle of the room, noticing that it was nearly empty, the 5 o'clock crowds gone and the after theater crowds yet to pack in. He liked it, easing into what he hoped to be an eventful night. His tailored suit accentuated his broad yet thin body, pants neatly cuffed and pressed. As he reached into his pocket for his wallet, he felt the gold band that had been on his finger so long...he flinched at the feel, but kept it there. Tonight wasn't about that. It was about feeling free again.
The whiskey burned slightly as it slowly filled his mouth. A good sting. He exhaled what felt like it came from a chasm deep in his soul. As he looked around, he noticed the few people there: young couple chuckling at a joke from the bartender, an older woman sipping a wine and reading Architectural Digest as if the place was her living room, an older couple eating a late dinner in the corner. Some baseball game was in the tv, but he couldn't make out the teams. Nor did he care.
As he finished the last sips of his whiskey, he saw her walk in.
Or rather: he FELT her walk in. Almost like a manifestation in his soul.
As she strutted to the end of the bar, he eyed her up and down: the slinky black dress that accentuated her curvy hips, perfectly ending mid thigh, showing her lean but muscular legs. As his eyes wandered up, her ample breasts, just lightly showing from the mid cut collar. The bra underneath matched smartly with the outfit. Long, auburn hair framed hypnotic blue eyes and a milky white neck. Her lips luscious, sultry. And...he recognized the color immediately. Toast of New York. It made him chuckle a little...slightly ironic but also prophetic. "We are in New York, right?" hr said to himself quietly.
She ordered a scotch. He raised an eyebrow slightly. He tried not to stare but it was impossible. If this bar was filled, every man would stare, so he counted his good fortune thst he was the only one there. She noticed, glancing his way. He looked away, slightly sheepish at being caught. But as the second whiskey gave him a little more courage, he looked again. She was looking down, her finger slowly stirring at the drink before her, then bringing the finger to her lips. A glance over to him showed a glint of playfulness. A smirk crossed her lips, and her eyes telling him without words.
"Come buy me a drink, handsome."
Feeling a drop of sweat from his freshly shaved head, he took a sip and went for it, excitement flowing through his body. He tried not to look too eager, and failed spectacularly. A warm hello and a smile greeted him. He could not help to smile back, almost like a teenager.
"I'm Heather", she responded, holding her hand faintly before him.
He kissed the back of her hand and said "I'm Gary...so lovely to meet you."
Her smile struck him...warm and inviting, but also daring and flirty. The gleam in her eye gave away her secret excitement.
As the drinks were consumed, small talk became intimate details...mentions of their work, their kids...Heather was here on business. And a little adventure. Gary was there to get away from it all, reset. It had been a hard couple years. Her knowing smile resonated the same feelings, without either getting into specifics. It wasn't about that. It was about that moment.
As 1 drink turned to 2 or 3, inhibitions melted away. The soft hand on a leg...the soft whisper in the ear, making her shiver slightly...her eyes staring more seductively as she sipped. A lick of the lips from his mouth, glancing ever so slightly at her breasts. It's as if she's been slowly showing more of them, he thought. Her fingers started tracing the soft skin of her cleavage to keep the gaze there. Her hand lightly moving up his leg to mid thigh, enticing him to look harder. He can feel his manhood start to waken. His hand moved from the top of her thigh to the tender warmth of the inner. A giggle and a tremble urged him on. As their eyes locked again, they moved ever so slowly closer, smiling, as a delicate kiss landed it's mark. Heather eagerly kissed him back, slightly surprising him as she nibbled his bottom lip and slid her tongue in his mouth.
Gary's hand traced upward, feeling her heat already rising. A hand crept up to feel her breasts, heaving just a little harder as their kisses became more intense. His fingers traced the luscious curves of them, and she let out a low moan. She followed, grazing his member gently enough to tease and get him even more aroused. Gary had impressed a few women in his younger days with it: not too large, but girthy and full. He'd even scared a future lover once, as she excaliamed "Is that going to fit inside me?" Her hesitation turned to loud, screaming orgasms when he finally convinced her it would.
As their make out session turned steamier, they became aware if the eyes trained on them. The couple at the other end smiling and shaking their heads with approval. The woman with the wine glaring, possibly with jealousy. Another younger man who had sauntered in and been distracted by the scene enough to stop cheering for whatever team was on the tv.
Blushing sheepishly and giggling, they mouthed apologies to the bartender who just smiled and shook his head, used to the scene repeated so often. Their eyes met again, and stumbling over words, finished their drink. As she did, she reached into her pocketbook, took a small card out and placed it in front of him.
"Essex Suites" was emblazoned on the front. "Room 1230", she whispered in his ear, "Give me 10 minutes."
At that, Heather quietly got up. She fixed her dress, composed herself, and sauntered off, slightly wobbly from the fact her womanhood was screaming with need.
Gary took a big drink from his whiskey and breathed deeply. This was happening. He laughed in amazement as he pulled himself together, adolescent happiness in his soul he hadn't felt in years. Thanking the bartender, who gave him a smile and a wink, he tried not to run out of the bar.
"Go get em tiger!" he heard both the bartender and the young couple shout as he left. It brought a smile to his face. Oh yeah, I'm going to "get em" alright.
The hotel was just a block away, not too elegant but plush with style. As Gary got to the door, one more deep calming breath. A knock, and the door opened to the woman in a beautiful lingerie ensemble: all black, with pearls tracing the bottice, lace see through material showing her lovely porcelain skin. G strings down her leg, holding dark stocking with a fishnet finish. Panties that showed her mound, free of hair. Heather loved the feeling of it nude against her panties, giving her a feeling of sexiness, even when her day was mundane. He admired the lovely erotic image before him, and approached. Without prying eyes this time, their kisses immediately became passionate and hungry. Her full tongue entered his mouth, and her moan echoed in the room. Gary firmly grabbed her ass, pulling full into him.
He was fully erect now.
And Heather was already glistening from wetness through her panties.
She grabbed his face and kissed, licked his smooth beard, carnal emotions taking over. Pushing her into the wall, he obliged, nibbling her neck and pushing her into him. Her hips buckled back into him, shocking her, almost as if her pussy had taken control over her body. She greedily grabbed his cock, feeling it pulse through his pants, sending another jolt through her. Hands wrestled with his belt, needing to feel the heat from it. His kisses had gone from her neck down to the top of her bottice. She grabbed his head and let out a murmur of release.
At that point, Gary looked up. Heather saw his gaze...it was hungry, alarming, but she loved it. He growled, almost wolflike. He had even shocked himself with the tone, but he didn't care.
"I'm going to take you. Not gently. Roughly."
He pinned her hands up against the wall. She trembled, shaking her head with agreement, her pussy burning and close to orgasm already.
Heather wanted it.
NEEDED it like that.
Gary kissed her violently, feeling his briefs moisten with her nectar as she moaned "YES PLEASE!" in his mouth. Getting her bralette off, he immediately took her areola in his mouth. She had never cum so hard just from this. She shook and moaned, his beard tickling her sensitive nipples. Almost on queue, his hand reached between her legs and gripped her soaked mound. All sense left her brain; she was his fucktoy tonight.
