He was out late, cruising. His mind would not be still. Earlier that day, he the chance to interact with a woman that had left an impression on him. He had run into her at a bookshop and they had started talking by chance, when he mocked a book she was looking at the book in question, was the latest thing in semi erotic literature and had taken the world by tremendous storm.
He had suggested that she was a sexual deviant, for wanting to read such, as the book was said to have contained a lot about bondage and domination.
She had laughed, caught up in the amount of charm that he had attached to the remark, but had never really given her opinion on what he had said. They ended up having a chat about those matters and plenty more, before she was called away to a meeting.
Thinking back to her now, he realized that he should have asked for her number of her address or something, but they had both been far too caught up in the conversation to consider such things and when she got her call, she had left immediately.
He remembered her body, for that was what had him interested in the first place. Skin that was smooth and even, high cheekbones and nice eyes, curves that were to die for, breasts that were full and an ass that he had to actively hold himself back not to touch. He mulled over the image in his head while driving.
He drove along the beach, just to hear the waves, hoping they would calm his restless soul, but it was not to be. When he had finished thinking about her, he realized that he was in a state of arousal. Arousal and self irritation. Not the world's greatest combination, but he figured, there were lots of bars in the area, all brimming what easy, desperate women and he was bored, so he figured he'd give it a shot.
He pulled up to one of the newer, trendier establishments, where the beautiful young things went to play, as the bar tagline put it. He walked in and took a seat at the bar, observing the crowd.
She gazed out from her table. Her friend was on the dance floor, wrapped around some man while she was purse sitting. She was ok with this, since she was contemplating the man she had run into earlier. He was incredibly handsome, so well built, with a charm and manner on him that was just delicious.
While she was dreaming about him and staring, her eyes caught sight of someone sitting alone at the bar. He turned his face into the light for a second and her heart skipped a beat. It was him!
When her friend came back, she asked to be excused for a moment. She walked over to where he was sitting, seeing the joy and surprise in his eyes as she did so.
Jackpot, he thought. This time, he was not letting her get away from him. They shared drinks and the flirtations began. He made sure her glass was always full and started his probing.
'I know we met earlier today, but I didn't catch your name', he said.
'Oh it's Ella, and yours?'
'Mason', he replied.
He learned that she was a writer and she learned that he was in business. They talked and flirted for a while, until she felt his warm hand settle on her thigh.
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear 'truthfully, I think you know that I've been wanting to get you out of here for a while, so do come with me'.
She was powerless to resist, as she had wanted the same thing for a while.
They arrived at his house and he wasted no time tearing her clothes off her and kissing and biting her smooth skin as he did so. She smelled like apples, a crisp and fresh scent, all the more arousing to him. He bent her over his kitchen counter and with one powerful thrust, entered her. She was dripping wet.