The bar that night was fairly empty. The music played softly in the background, drowning out the individual conversations.
The patrons were spread out, some tucked into dark booths while others lounged in pairs on the soft chairs in the center of the room.
I was sitting alone at the bar top, nursing a whiskey and water. Life had been weighing me down and I had hoped to escape with a drink and maybe take someone home. I was pent up and feeling frustrated.
I was resigned to the fact that my one night stand would probably not fulfill my craving. But, I had an itch to scratch. A nice vanilla man who would willingly make me cum was all I was aspiring to this night.
As I drank my drink, I bobbed a heeled foot to the music, a song from my childhood that I had only just, clued into the context of. I lost myself to the lyrics, my eyes drifting and people watching in the mirror.
That's when my eyes met his. He was staring right through me. A sexy crooked grin was affixed on his scruffy square face. He looked like a wolf and my panties dampened in spite of it, or more likely because of it.
He nodded his head and walked toward me. My back stayed straight, eyes following his movements in the mirror behind the bar. I watched the way his shirt hugged his torso and his muscled thighs filled his jeans. The tip of my pink tongue flicked out and wet my lips.
His wide shoulder brushed against me as he slipped into the stool to my left.
"Hello beauty." His voice was smoky and low.
I peeked at him from beneath my lashes, my cheeks tinted pink from his overt flirting.
"Hi." I smiled shyly. My voice soft.
His presence seemed to suck the air from around him. I wasn't normally so timid while trying to pick up a man. I knew then that he wasn't going to be like the nice guys I normally took home. He was going to help satisfy a need in me; so much deeper and darker.
"I'm Derek. I'm wondering if I can pay for your next drink? Maybe you'd like to spend some time here with me?" He said all of this with an easy smirk; one that made me think he didn't hear 'no' a lot.
"Tara." I rolled my eyes at myself. "My name is Tara."
I would have sworn each thing I said seemed more breathy than the last. I knew nothing about this man, but I didn't care. I wanted to take him home and I was hoping to god he'd fuck me. Something carnal and rough. I was wondering if he was in the BDSM scene. I hoped I wasn't reading him wrong, what a disappointment that would be. It was hard in a small town like mine. The local munch was 3 hours away.
His eyes bore into mine as I took in his face up close. His eyes were a pale blue. I had misjudged them as grey from afar. The lashes were long, the kind that make women jealous. Full red lips were parted just the slightest bit. I wondered if he felt the chemistry too.
I sipped my drink while we talked. He was divorced, no kids. He had a white collar job in the next biggest town. I could picture him done up in a suit, the shirt sleeves pushed up his thick forearms. He was sex on a stick and he was talking to me.
I'm not ugly but I have weight to lose. Most people use the word cute when describing my face, a button nose, round cheeks and a small pink pout; I look younger than I am. My red hair is glossy and hangs in loose waves down my back. The dress I chose to wear accentuated my curves though, highlighting my wide hips and large round breasts.
"Tara, are you going to come home with me?" He asked me, but it sounded like an order to my ears. He wasn't just asking, he expected me to say yes.
"Yes please." I gathered my purse; left a tip on the bar, to which he scowled. I bit my lip as his large hand enveloped my much smaller one, and he led me to his car.
He opened my door for me and as I scooted into the low bucket seat, my dress rode up my thick thighs. A low animalistic growling noise escaped his throat and his fingertips brushed up my inner leg, stopping at the hem. I looked into his eyes and was shocked by the darkness there. It made my cunt throb with need.
The drive to his house was fraught with sexual tension. His hands were busy driving, manipulating the stick to shift, but I could see his fingers flex like he was itching to touch me. His eyes undressed my body at every light and flicked back and forth between the road and me while he drove. I stared unabashedly. He was gorgeous and I wanted to drink in every detail. My thighs rubbed together in an unconscious bid for more stimulation. I was so ready to be naked.
We pulled up to a ranch style house with land to spare around it. It wasn't what I was expecting but it was perfect.
Derek had me up and out of the seat in seconds after the car was in park. My long red hair wrapped up in his fist as his lips slammed down on mine. My shoulders were against the car, his large hand spanned across my lower back, arching me into him. The kiss was wild and passionate, it stole all of my air and muddled my brain more than the whiskey I'd had.
Somehow we made it inside; Stopping for wet, deep kisses and bumping into walls and furniture. I lost my heels as some point. I had my hands inside his tshirt and he grabbed my thighs and lifted me up off the floor, my legs wrapping around him. My dress settled up around my waist, and when he set me on the kitchen counter, the granite was cold on my bare ass.
"I'm going to taste you Tara. Put your hands on the counter."
His sensual smoky voice sent shivers down my spine. I leaned back on my palms, my knees open. My pink lace panties were soaked with my arousal. I could smell it in the air. I bit my lip; watching his beautiful face settle between my legs.
"Good girl."
I almost came right then. His positive affirmation made me glow. Derek's scruffy face scratched the smooth skin of my thighs, nuzzling and pushing them wider. He hooked his fingers into the gusset of my thong and yanked it down, forcing me to lift my bottom up or have them ripped from me.
I whimpered as he gazed intently at my center. I could feel my juices leaking down the crack of my ass. His eyes peeked up at me and held me immobile as he licked my most sensitive parts, from bottom to top, with the flat of his wet rough tongue.
