Charlie glanced at the blonde sitting at the bar. Her long fingers toyed with the wine goblet that was sitting in front of her. He couldn't help but notice their length, long and well kept. The polish was a brilliant red; her right hand bore no "cheater's ring" nor did she sport the gold band that would have been a deal breaker from the get go. Her hair flowed down her back like gold silk; the strands were thick, wavy, and ended in soft curls that skated across her buttocks. The dress she wore was green, a soft emerald shade. She tucked a loose curl behind her ear and laughed at something the bartender had told her. There were emeralds dangling from her ears, and with the slight tilt of her head, Charlie was able to see a gold chain dripping across her neck. He wondered if her necklace's pendant matched her earrings.
Another woman approached the bar, tapped the girl on the shoulder and the two embraced. This girl was just as lovely as the first, but Charlie was already lost in the beauty of the petite blonde. He hadn't seen her come in; he'd been preoccupied with a business call; now though, he was very much intrigued more so when she'd risen to greet her friend. She was stunning, and that word seemed too cheap to use. Besides the long blonde hair and the promising fingers, that could warm any man's cock, she was trim without being waifish or chunky. Her ass was round and looked firm. He could already imagine coming in from behind, grabbing both cheeks, spreading her open and shoving his cock deep into her eager hole. Charlie's hand slipped down under the table. He made a slight adjustment to his crotch before taking another drink from his beer.
She was tall, granted the stilettos she wore added several inches, to her already endless legs, but they only added to her appeal. The shoes matched her dress; she wore nude colored stockings. The image of him easing the hosiery down her legs made his cock jerk again. Yes, they'd have a lot of fun together. Her long legs wrapped around his waist as he plunged in and out of her. Charlie's palms itched and he'd not even gotten to really study her breasts, until she pulled away from her friend's embrace. "Fuck," he muttered.
were perfect. He saw himself cupping them and lowering his mouth to their rosy peeks. The areolas would be taut, the points hard and eager for his attention. His mouth watered. Her boobs looked like something handpicked by God Himself. Charlie was going to have to work hard on this blonde bombshell, because he wasn't the only man noticing her, several already had been ogling her like the last piece of meat at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
He downed his beer, pushed away from the table and headed toward the two women. He ran his gaze quickly over her friend, a simple looking brunette, freckled, large chest, big ass, her waist was fuller than her friend's - much fuller, but her smile was nice, and she had a pretty face -- but she was no looker, not like the one who had captured every eye in the room. Immediately Charlie knew the angle in which he would go in order to land the blonde babe.
"Excuse me," he said, his bright smile and handsome eyes settled on the short brunette. "I couldn't help but notice when you walked in that you remind me of someone I met; you wouldn't happen to be Shelly from the café on Broadway, would you?" Charlie felt the blonde's eyes on him; he fought the urge to look at her. The brunette blushed, grinned, and showed off her slightly imperfect smile. He smiled back.
"No, I'm Tonya and I don't know who you're speaking of."
Charlie's expression looked crestfallen. "Too bad, you really look just like her, and I was hoping to ask her to dinner."
"Well, Tonya's free," the blonde said, before hooking her arm around Charlie's arm and pressing herself against him.
Charlie's cock jumped. Again, he refused to look on the woman of his dreams. His gaze held Tonya's. She had brown eyes, and her make-up was light, enhancing her natural beauty. She was fair to passing and had it not been for his cock wanting the chance to slide between the other woman's tits, he could give Tonya a go at pleasing him. But his strategy was going to work; he knew it. "Are you," he asked Tonya, "free?"
She blushed again, and the blonde laughed. He felt her hand slide over his chest. "Of course she is. Why don't you join us," she offered.
"Yeah, um -- what's your name?" Tonya asked.
Charlie chuckled. "Sorry, I'm Charlie." He disentangled himself from the blonde and took Tonya's hand in his. He led the two women to a corner table, helped Tonya into her seat and claimed the one next to her as his own. The blonde was left to her own devices. He felt the stabbing daggers of her eyes boring into him. She muttered a low curse, grabbed a chair from a nearby table and dragged it over to Tonya and him. He wasn't shocked, but rather aroused when she purposely set her chair on the other side of his. When she sat down, he also wasn't surprised when her long thigh pressed welcoming against his tailored slacks. Yes -- this was going to work, and he was going to reap the rewards.
He spent the night conversing with Tonya and only learned the other woman's name because he had allowed Tonya to give it. Heather. It was a perfect name, a beautiful one that was easy on the tongue and if said just right, he could brush her sex with a puff of air as he whispered it against her slick opening - Heather. He knew her eye color now. They were blue, as blue as the Florida Keys. He could drown in them. Charlie worked hard to give her just enough attention to make her stay put, and to keep her pressed to him. He couldn't help but see Tonya glance back and forth between them. A part of him felt bad for using her, but he wasn't looking for a lifelong companion. He was looking to score. Tonya was marriage material; Heather was fuckable material.
"I'll be right back," Tonya said, "a quick trip to the ladies room is in order." He watched her stare down at Heather. The silent communication passed between the two women. Charlie knew Tonya wanted Heather to go with her to the bathroom, but he also knew Heather had no intention of leaving his side. She was going to try and get his attentions while her friend was away. The long sigh from Tonya's lips told him she was giving up. She walked away; he watched her plump ass move through the club until she disappeared into the ladies room.
"I know what you're doing," Heather whispered against his ear. Her hand settled on his thigh and moved upward to press against his crotch.
Charlie turned toward her. "What am I doing?" he asked; his gaze and thoughts were focused entirely on Heather. He watched her tongue slide across her lips. One hand moved to cover hers. He shoved her palm down the full length of his erection.
"You're making me jealous and you know it," she said. Her breath brushed his ear lobe. "You know perfectly well she's not what you want." Heather took his other hand from his beer and laid it on her right tit. "So when are you going to take me home and fuck my brains out?" she asked before tugging on his ear lobe with her perfect teeth.
