It was around nine one evening and Mona and I were at Rista. We often met up there after dinner on Wednesday nights for an "over the hump" round. A few times one us has wound up at the other's place and stayed until the next morning. We knew a great deal about one another, shared secrets as well as fantasies and we have woken up naked in one another's arms on more than one occasion.
Mona is a total piece of eye candy, stands a couple inches taller than me with dark features, long legs, jet black hair that cascades almost to her ass, and the cutest little A cup tits you've ever seen, punctuated with big nipples that go stiff with very little provocation. She grooms her crotch but retains an inch wide swath of short dark hairs, otherwise her body is hairless and silky smooth. She has an incredible collection of gorgeous lingerie as well as at least a hundred pairs of shoes.
If you've read some of my other tales you may already know about me, but I'll assume you haven't and illuminate you. I stand five foot three in my bare feet and tip the scales at one fifteen these days. I wear a B cup bra, a size four dress, and for all you foot freaks, a size four shoe as well. I have soft brown hair that is mid back length these days and for the last ten years my pussy has been kept absolutely smooth and hair-free.
I met Mona about five years back when she was half of a couple I would play with occasionally. They were into orgasm denial and we would take turns tying one another up in various positions (although usually spread eagle to four bed posts) and then by various means take that individual right to the edge of orgasm over and over until they would beg for release. Under those conditions I actually ejaculate when I am finally allowed to orgasm. When Mona's ex was permitted to release he could hit the wall a good seven or eight feet from him with jizz.
We would also blindfold one another and bring other people in for a peek or for bukkake and on a couple occasions to anonymously fuck. One time Mona and I tied up and blindfolded her boytoy and then had a half dozen guys masturbate and then ejaculate all over him. He wasn't really very happy about it but we thought it was hot as hell, especially since we were fellating and fucking these guys before they blew their wad. They were like trained seals - you want some pussy, be prepared to pull it out and spurt over him.
But I diverge.
This particular hump day we were both ogling the stunning piece of male eye candy at the other end of the bar. I put his age at early thirties. He was slim, probably around five-eight, with dark hair that was on the longish side and slightly curly. His face betrayed a trace of stubble, his eyes were dark and intense and he wore a black two piece suit and white shirt that was unbuttoned at the neck.
Mona noticed my interest and reached into her purse. Out came her dice. Joe, the bartender, immediately glared at us, assuming we were up to something he and the owner could get into trouble over. But what he didn't know was that Mona carried the dice purely for moments like this. A simple roll of odds or evens would determine which of us would close in on this prey and which would stand back and/or assist in cornering the quarry.
Luck was on my side once the dice had chattered on the bar top then come to a rest. Mona sighed as she slipped the wooden cubes back into her satchel. I shimmied my frame off the stool and proceeded to sashay my way the length of the bar, passing by Mr. Tonight on my way to the ladies room. After I emptied my bladder then primped a bit at the mirror, I retraced my steps. Approaching the prey again I glanced at Mona and caught a subtle positive nod, a signal indicating to me that he had indeed checked out my ass after I'd earlier passed by him. She and I had both been burned by handsome men on earlier occasions when it turned out they were gay and not interested in a couple of oversexed women. I wanted to establish that I wasn't barking up the wrong tree.
This time as I passed by we made eye contact. As I headed along back to my stool I glanced back over my shoulder and he was still watching me. I smiled invitingly and soon he was there at the empty stool to my right, waving to Joe, then holding two fingers aloft before pointing at Mona and I. The timing was excellent as we both had barely a mouthful left of the cabernet we had been nursing. Joe handed our new friend a fresh martini, served dirty. I noticed an attractive older blonde with glasses in a business suit watching with a somewaht dejected look on her face.
"Come here often?" was his opener. Not too original but also not in the least bit offensive like some I've heard.
"Only on Wednesdays" I countered. "How about you?"
"First time" was his reply.
Just to establish a certain tenor I countered "I'm guessing you're no first timer".
He blushed slightly. It was so charming and made me think perhaps he was younger than I had gauged. As we continued to chat we discovered that his name was Frank and that he was the son of a developer. He was in town on business investigating potential projects. As the alcohol disappeared, I discreetly moved closer to him and eventually ended up with my hand resting on his knee as I emphasized a point in the conversation. Mona knew that was a cue of sorts and finished off her wine. Donning her coat, she then moved alongside Frank to give him a hug and a peck on the cheek as she thanked him for the drink.
I used this as an opportunity to slip my hand a little further up his leg to mid-thigh so as to leave no mistake about what might be on my mind. Frank looked at me and smiled softly. We picked up our conversation but the next time we both raised our glasses it was mare a gulp than a sip. Joe appeared to see if we needed refills and after we both nodded no Frank pulled out a card and Joe rang us up.
When I stood I did so right between his legs. Slipping a hand to his waist I guided myself forward and our lips met. It was a long passionate one full of tongue and combined with my body firmly pressed against his, left no room for misinterpretation. I wanted this gorgeous young man to fuck me.
The blonde smiled approvingly as we passed her on the way out. I've seen her there before and I have the feeling we'll be speaking sometime in the future.
He drove. My car has spent more than one overnight in the parking lot at Rista. On the way to my apartment we said very little. I wondered what might be going through his mind but I had just met him. You only get to ask that sort of thing when you had a relationship going. My read on this one was that this would be a one nighter. We would get naked, fornicate, and that would be it. I imagined that he must have at least one hot young thing back in his home turf who serviced him regularly. But tonight he was mine and I was so horny I thought I might explode in spontaneous orgasm right there driving along the dark streets.
