It was still early when I arrived at the bar happy hour was just a few minutes away so the bar was pretty empty, perching myself on the stool at the secluded corner I order a shot of chilled Patron with a Modelo chaser and plenty of lime. Losing myself in the small glass of clear liquid, I glanced at the time on my cell phone and started my mental counted down till I would see you in person. After almost a decade of talking over the internet sharing our deepest, darkest sexual fantasies we were going to bring them to life. I had already checked in the hotel room and I was nervous as hell as I waited for you. I dressed how I knew you would love, no nylons, short skirt (shorter than what I am used to), and a sheer black top that gave a hint of my black and red bra and to top off the outfit black patent leather heels. I shoot the tequila and welcome the cool warm trail it leaves down my throat. A man comes and sits a stool over from me; he gives me that 'hey' smile and orders a drink Jamison neat. He is a handsome man, older than me but not by much and starts a conversation with me.
"I hate traveling, don't you?" he opened with that.
I nod. Should I start talking to a stranger in a strange city?
"I'm just here on business, some training" I say to him easing into the conversation, the drink starting to relax me.
"Yeah business for me also, I think next year I am giving this all up and stay home" he says, I can see the tiredness in his eyes.
"I'm sure your wife would appreciate the quality time?" I ask assuming most men are married.
"Not married" he scoffs "she couldn't handle all the traveling I did" he shrugs and takes a swig of his drink.
His eyes have a hint of regret with a fleck of what could have been.
Those eyes were a sky blue, and he had the first signs of salt and pepper hair and the beginning of a 5 o'clock shadow. He was a big man almost 6'3 about 200 plus pounds. How I love a big man, they know how to handle a big woman.
He finishes his drink and I wave my finger to the bartender for 'another' for him and I, the bartender puts the drink in front of him.
"How refreshing, a woman who buys the drink. Thank you" he raises the drink to toast me and he smiles.
"Well, I know how a man should be treated" I wink at him and wrap my lips around the small bottle lip. The bartender has put my new shot in front of me.
Tequila is working.
I get a text from you and you say that an emergency has come up and you will be later than expected.
I guess the disappointment shows on my face because my bar friend leans into me.
"Bad news?" he asks, curious about the message.
"My lover is going to be late, and he doesn't know when he will be here" I say with definite disappointment in my voice.
"Lover huh?" he asks, one eye brow raised and very curious now.
"Oh, damn the tequila!" I whisper. I bow my head and shyly turn to him.
"You can't, um... forget that I just said that, can you?" I ask blushing.
When did he move closer to me?
"Nope" he said smiling, and I smile back.
I look into his eyes and I can see how really handsome he is, he must have been gorgeous when he was younger.
"I am Ian" he says, as he extends his hand to me.
"Norma" I say taking his hand. Big meaty hands, warm and strong. I hold onto his hand for a bit longer and I look directly into his eyes, "My pleasure" I purr.
"Hmm, that is a name you don't hear that often anymore" he says, still holding onto my hand, little shocks of electricity going through me. Maybe the tequila is helping.
"Yeah, my mother was old school. And no it isn't Norma Jean, which is truly a name I could not live up too." I giggle nervously; he is stroking the top of my hand with his thumb. I have not tried to pull it away, it felt nice.
"I don't know... you are pretty sexy to me" he whispers for only my ears, sending chills down my neck. The hairs on my arms stand on end. I can smell the musk of the whiskey on his breath and I wonder how it would taste on his tongue.
The lights had been lowered for the evening crowd and we were forgotten sitting at the far end of the bar.
I turn my head and we are mere inches from each other, liquor breaths mingling and I look into his eyes that have changed to an indigo blue. I didn't realize that I am staring at his mouth. Lips that are perfect, not too small or too big and a nice hue of matte pink.
"You sure you want this?" I ask never breaking my gaze, and licking my lips.
He leans in and kisses me, slow at first like testing the waters. I open my mouth and slowly slip my tongue into his mouth. He tastes delicious, just as I had thought, warm and intense. I take him deeper into my mouth, sucking on his tongue and I hear him moan.
I pull out of the kiss and he is breathing heavily and his eyes have gotten darker.
"What is your room number?" he asks, paying for the last round.
"Follow me" I say as I slide off my stool, we both grab out last shots, toast and toss them back. I can feel the silky moistness lubricating my thick freshly shaved lips. My top has slid off my shoulder and he kisses my exposed skin.
"I will follow you where ever you want me to" he says as he nips on my shoulder.
The bar had filled up with happy hour travelers and the women at the other end of the bar were looking at me with jealousy and disbelief that a man that looked like him would want me.
I grab my purse and with my free hand I grab his, and lead him out of the bar past the staring women, and they can see his arousal in his pants. As I walk past them I wink.
We are standing in front of the elevator and I can feel him hard against my ass and the heat of his body igniting the fire inside me.
"What about your lover?" he asks as the doors open.
"He will understand, and he would want me to enjoy myself till he arrives." The elevator arrives and we step in, other guests were heading for the elevator and I push the 'close door' button and shrug my shoulders as if saying 'sorry' to the irritated would be passengers.