Pausing a moment, in the midst of wiping down the bar top. I decide I need a break, it's been another long night, the crowd has now gone. My clean up is almost complete. A mountain of glasses washed, a cooler packed, juices chilling, towels stacked.
I dim the lights, a cold lemonade in hand. I take an unaccustomed seat at the bar. Turning completely around. Resting my back against the edge. Sipping quietly, reflecting on the evenings' events. listening to the bubbling sounds of the tub.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the door open, and a silhouetted figure enter. The darkness swallows the shape as the door closes. Oddly enough I could have sworn I locked the door.
The sound of heels click, as the figure moves through the shadows. Nearing me, I squint, more curious as the hint of perfume hits me.
Stepping into the light, taking her all in from top to bottom. Her hair looks amazing, clad in a long coat, like a black trench but tighter, form fitting. Black stockings cover what little of her sweet legs I can see, ending in a pair of high heels, black and dangerous.
She takes an assessment of me, and does not seem displeased. When our gaze meet, there isn't the usual bashful or uneasiness between us. Her eyes are determined, like a cat stalking.
Cautiously she approaches, I haven't moved a muscle. She steps in the space between my knees, leaning forward. First resting her hands on my thighs, then leting them glide up, past the belt, presing on to my abdomen, across my chest. Cooing, as the fingers of her right hand, trace cirlces on the skin at my open collar. The left glides up my arm until she removes the glass from my hand.
Bringing it to her mouth, noting I haven't taken my eyes from her. Taking a long drink, placing the glass on the bar behind me, then seductively licking her lips.
Her hands resting on my chest as she leans in, without hesitation, like a flash, I feel her hands at the back of my neck, as her lips are upon mine. Almost in concert, do our mouths open, I can taste the lemon on her tongue. An endless series of sensual caresses take place. From long slow sweeps, short fast fluttering, darting, suckling sweetly.
Every moment my hunger for her grows. Heads turning, pressing into one another. Feeling her fingers curling in my hair, raking her nails, digging in. My eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
Suddenly, she pulls back from me. Eyes wide, trying to find out what is wrong, gasping for breath.
A wicked grin forms as she steps back. Lithe fingers, undoing the belt of her over coat. With a hush it lands at her heels.
Before me....stands my desire.
The high heels, thigh high stockings, delicate lace panties of intricate design, a majestic corset, her bosom threatening to spill out with each breath. All items black as midnight.
By an almost inaudible "...wow..." that I barely and breathlessly manage, she undoubtedly is aware of my feelings. Truthfully I must shift a bit in my seat, as the tightness in my pants grows uncomfortable.
With a look of wanton invitation, her hand reaches out for me. Hand in hand she leads me over to the couch. Trailing behind in tow, watching her saunter, hips, her ass, moving side to side, hypnotic.
Impassioned and overcome, I can not wait, as I step in and enwrap her, pulling her to me, my lips on the back and side of her neck. She place her hands on mine, guiding them over the corset to her breasts. Shifting her hips back slightly, to rub herself over my ever growing excitement. Raising one leg behind her, hooking around my leg, letting the shoe tip gliding up and down my calf.
Tilting her head back, resting it upon my shoulder, moaning as my teeth skim over her skin.
One hand, fingers wide, squeezing her bosom passionately but tenderly. As the other goes down to find the edge of the black lace. Following the patterns, tips tracing.
Cooing in a voice I have never heard from her before, "Tear them." Perplexed, my hand pauses. Instantly I hear her repeat "Tear them off!"
I don't want to damage the dainty garment, but my desire overcomes me, as I grip the light material in my fist, ripping it from her now quivering body. Her gasp, almost masks the sound of the Velcro on the panties.
When she reaches back, small but strong hands, on my ass, grabbing tightly. Her bare bottom, sliding over me, pressing harder.
Licking up her neck, kissing and biting, nibbling on her lobes. Panting and gasping. Tasting her skin, inhaling her scent, feeling her heat, and the sounds she makes drives me wild.
Slipping my hand in to the corset, caressing the whole breasts thumbing the aroused nipple affectionately.
Unusually slow fingers run through the soft damp hair I have just revealed. My eyes close as she shutters at my touch, so close to her sex.
Letting my fingers run over every spot caringly. So hot and wet, so slick with passion. How I hunger for her.
A single fingertip glides through the soaked lips to her swelling clit. I start to stroke over it, back and forth, using an array of pressures, different speeds, even taking the time to circle it slowly and teasingly. With each variation, I am rewarded with a gasp or a moan, a yelp or a cry. How turned on I am by her pleasure, but really I want more!
As if she could read my mind, she lets go of my ass, and unhooks her leg from mine. Pulling from me, taking the two more steps forward to the couch, turning to me and sits. Raising her hand up, curling a finger, becoming me. Nearing she presents me with an open palm, a sign to stop, so I do.
As she sits, I stand before her. I gaze down as she peers up. An aching and wanting in our eyes. Her hands start on my waist, I reach out to her. Quickly she takes hold of my wrists, bringing them back to my sides. Then slowly she wags her index finger at me in a "no-no" fashion.
I smile as her busy hands pull out my tucked in shirt. With a suddenness unexpected, she rips the shirt open. The buttons fly everywhere. I don't know who was surprised more, but the look on her face shifts from surprise to delight as she looks upon my bare chest.
Her lithe fingers and open palm gliding over my chest. I blush a bit, as she looks over my body. Her eyes sparkle. In a blink I feel her lips, so hot, pressed to my skin, as she pulls the shirt down my arms. I quake at her loving bites and the sensation of her tongue dabbing and licking.
My head tilts back, looking to the ceiling. As my belt is loosened, it is closely followed by the unbuttoning of my trousers. I suspect what is next, so I slip out of my shoes, just as my remaining garments are pulled from me.
Again standing there, awaiting as she inspects, loving the way she looks at me, over every inch.
Looking down to see her kiss me softly on my inner thigh. all around my manhood, taking great delight with each kiss how I throb, incredibly swelling more. My hardness before me, eyes darting up to mine with a grin.
