Jake took a swig of his Corona while surveying the bar. All the regulars were there, he thought, but no one new and interesting. But he changed his mind after a second sweep, when his gaze lighted on a cute redhead in a short black dress, sitting alone and sipping what appeared to be a beer of her own.
He stared, unashamedly, and she caught his eyes and smiled. To his surprise, she stood up and sauntered over.
"Hey, handsome," she said. "What's your name?" Her voice was surprisingly deep and rich, like an exotic melody. He held out his hand and she shook it.
"I'm Jake," he replied with a smile. "What may I call a lady as lovely as yourself?"
"Well," she chuckled, "I don't know what you can call any ladies. But you can call me Amy."
"Well then, Amy, to new friendships!" Jake raised his bottle, and she touched her own against it, watching him through long lashes as they both sipped.
She moved closer, a mischievous look on her fine-featured face. "Want to blow this joint? I know a jazz club the other side of town you might like, if you're not afraid to get a little hot and heavy."
He grinned, and leaned even closer, breathing in the smell of her perfume. "Afraid of a cute little thing like yourself? Bring it on, Amy." He winked.
She held his gaze and breathed in, enjoying his manly smell. "I'll even treat you," she whispered. "But fair warning – I'll expect you to put out later, if I do." And with that, she grabbed his crotch, eyes twinkling as she moved her body against his to hide what she was doing from the rest of the bar.
Jake went instantly hard, and ground his crotch against her grip. "I don't think I'll have a problem with that," he quickly replied.
A few more drinks and several dances later, and Jake found himself disrobing in Amy's tiny but tidy apartment. She grinned tipsily, pressing herself against him. "Time for my reward, stud-muffin! Pay up!" Jake pulled her close and kissed her hard, then leaned back to unbuckle his belt and slide his pants off.
She whistled appreciatively as his cock came into view, already standing to attention despite the beer he had consumed. "That's a nice piece of hardware, it sure is," she whispered lustfully. "But tell me what you think of mine."
Jake was confused, until she opened a drawer and pulled out a big, black strap-on, her grin growing bigger as she watched his face. He paused, uncertain how to proceed. He didn't want to ruin his shot with this hottie, but he also wasn't sure he wanted anything to do with that strap-on.
Before he could decide what to say, she was on him, kissing him passionately and running her fingers through his dark hair. His uncertainty faded into the background as his body took over, and her skilled hands soon brought his cock to full readiness. He moaned into a particularly messy kiss, and she suddenly spun him around. Before he could protest, she pushed him from behind and bent him over her bed.
"Now, stud, I can't stop you from leaving," she said from behind him. "But I can promise that if you stay, you're going to have the time of your life." He glanced back at her, thinking tipsily that he should stand, because he was in a particularly vulnerable position. But for some reason he couldn't quite put into words, he stayed bent over while she put on the strap-on.
Her green eyes twinkled as she slathered lube on the black plastic, her hand moving lewdly as if she were jerking off a cock. Then she pressed the tip between his buttocks, and started rubbing his shoulders with her free hand.
