The pub was only slightly busy and Louise found a space at the bar easily. From her corner at the bar she was shocked to see an old face. Even after ten years, Ben was still so recognisable, perhaps because he'd aged so little. His dark mixed-race skin seemed to bask in the bar lights, he'd gained a few more pounds but it made him look far more manly than the lanky 6ft pole he'd once been.
All those years back Ben had been Louise's boss when they worked in the pub. He'd never been shy to hide is adoration for her, everyone who worked with them knew. For Ben though it had been unrequited, whilst Louise was flattered by the attention, she had only eyes for macho muscly bad boys. As she reminisced her mind rushed back to Mark, Mark was just her type - trouble - strong body builder type who also worked behind the bar. As she stood at the bar she could feel herself getting wet thinking of the time Mark had subtly fingered her at a lock-in after work. His strong fingers so expertly played with her throbbing clit she couldn't recall how she actually managed to control herself. Ben was sat opposite her that night, maybe her lustful eyes had confused him - if only he'd known the truth.
With a hard jolt of reality Louise remembered what a nightmare Mark had turned into, just like all the muscly bad boys after. Despite being a fiery, demanding and in control - when it came to her men Louise wanted them strong, both physically and mentally. Despite the noise of the bar Louise's mind easily crept away again, in her mind she was on her back looking down at a ripped torso flexing with every thrust into her bald pussy. She held on tight on those strong muscly arms, tracing the pulsating veins with her thumb. That was how she loved to be fucked, watching the rippling of an Adonis-like powerful body - maybe that made her dull she pondered but she enjoyed the view almost as much as the penetration. Louise longed for another solid body, one she could kiss her way down, flicking her tongue at nipples on concrete pecs before licking at every crease in his abs working her way down. She loved giving slow sensual blow jobs, working as much of the length as she could take whilst transfixed on the torso, they, the men, always thought it was eye contact, but it was so much more.
Chris, her most recent ex, hadn't like it sensual as he was a primal hunk of muscle. He had held her hair with his strong hands and face fucked her. She was always torn between enjoying his power over her and losing sight of his dream body as she focussed on the aggressive way her mouth rode his cock. She would gag and gasp as forced his cock in and out of her mouth; he would mutter obscenities she could barely make out over the slurping and choking coming from her own cock-filled mouth. He'd pull out to perform his own vinegar strokes, grunting as pumped his cum over her freckled breasts.
Louise realised how turned-on she had become in only a couple of minutes. In all those years since Chris she'd not even seen a cock in the flesh. She had become a scarred cat lady hiding from all the bad men she knew tempted her. Seemed strange that an old face had pushed all these memories to the forefront of her mind. With her friends not here yet there seemed like only one option - she could pop to the toilets and get this out of her system. As she turned to walk away from the bar, she noticed her path was blocked.
"I thought you were queuing up to buy me a drink" Ben said looking down at her. She raised her gaze quizzically to meet his face. She's aged but is still so hot Ben thought to himself. Her fiery red hair which Ben loved was still alight; she was still a little curvy but in a way that suggested she'd be frozen in time since they last met. He freckles shone out against her pale skin, except her face Ben noticed, that looked incredibly flushed. He'd spotted her across the bar, oddly she seemed to be looking through him to the extent she didn't notice him come around it to greet her.
Louise said nothing initially, she just opened her arms for a friendly hug. As she hugged in she squeezed tighter like she was meeting a lover returning from a trip, her inner demon was taking control. This felt different to her though, there were no hard pecs where she rested her head, her hands didn't find a muscular back as they gripped behind. All the same it suddenly felt good to be held by someone who wanted her but then she realised it had been ten years since then maybe he didn't. The hug lingered just a little too long, Ben broke it off and Louise wondered if had to in order to avoid exposing his excitement.
"It feels like a 1,000 years Ben" Louise said, finally speaking.
"Well you look perfectly preserved for all that time!" Replied Ben with a distinct flirty undertone.
"You on your own? I'm waiting for some girlfriends?"
"Yes, I'm only back in town for a work project. Girlfriend's, eh, got someone in mind for Ben?"
"He's single!" Louise exclaimed in her head but then she was confused, maybe visibly, she'd never fancied him back. Both her friends due had fancied Ben back then, Clara was now happily married but Sarah... Sarah would probably eat him alive for old times sake. Suddenly Louise felt an emotion that seemed foreign, jealousy, this cock was always hers for the taking why should she give it up now. Louise felt carnal, she wanted to use Ben like she'd let all steroid freaks use her in the past.
Ben knew exactly what he was saying, he knew Louise was long term single. He'd never stopped lusting after her, even in his brief marriage he'd still fantasied about her when jacking off. He would still visualise her soft freckled tits and imagine her pussy with a soft tuft of ginger hair. The thought of her soft white body writhing against his dark skin was his ultimate fantasy. He longed to see his dark cock pumping at her light pink lips. He felt free to submit to what he assumed would be her domination of him. The stirring in his boxers as they hugged reminded him that nothing had changed.
"I'm ditching them so we can catch-up. I'm a cat lady now and have no interest in listening to their man woe's!" Louise declared, "Finish your drink we'll go somewhere else."
"Taking me to see your pussy collection Cat Lady?" Ben asked, he'd always been mildly inappropriate so why not now.
"Don't be a dick." Louise's response was just as he'd remembered her - wicked tongued.
They left and ended up in a bar a few doors down, one knew Louise's friends wouldn't wonder into. As they found a table, she texted them to say she'd gone home ill. Ben was a gentlemanly as she'd expected barely letting her buy a drink. As they chatted about the last ten years, they felt like two best friends reunited and Louise began to wonder if he could even hold the lightest of a torch for her still. Although she'd calmed for her horniest moment, she had set her eyes on some long over-due action tonight.
Then through a bit of Dutch courage, Ben brought come clarity; "I don't want to make this awkward but I should tell you I've never stopped carrying a torch for you."
Louise stirred her drink, contemplating her retort before saying "You've let me spill the beans about all the men who've left me bitter and twisted and then you pull out that line?"
"You've always been twisted." Ben wasn't going to succumb to her twistedness, he'd let the cat out the bag and didn't want to crash the whole conversation. "It's why I like you." He quickly added.
Louise had to think quickly how to play this, she was desperate for cock but desperate wasn't her style - it was his. She needed a slightly longer game and her salvation came as the lights came up for closing time.
"You'll like me more if you get me another drink." She said with a cheeky smile.
Stepping into the cool nights air they soon realised the next options for a drink were either a nightclub or the bar at Ben's hotel.
