It is a brisk Fall evening in Pittsburgh. She sits at the bar alone sipping her Zima and reflecting on the long day she had just finished at the office. Her long legs, dressed in sheer black hose, are crossed showing the shapely lines running up to her short black leather skirt. Being blessed with a beautiful bosom, her sheer white silk blouse outlines here generous curves. Her hair is a medium golden brown, falling in soft curls to her shoulders. She has piercing hazel blue eyes, with long thick eyelashes, that can melt the heart of any man. Her lips are luscious and full, carrying the color of a rich red rose. Unaware for the moment of her surroundings she is lost in her thoughts.
Suddenly she hears the door open behind her and casually turns to see who has come in. That is the moment that will change her life forever. As she slowly turns her head in the direction of the entrance, she notices that he has arrived. He is a tall, muscular, younger man. His hair is a warm auburn brown and his eyes are also a deep brown color. He is dressed in a white tee shirt under a brown leather jacket, stonewashed denim jeans, and brown leather boots.
He glances quickly around the dimly lit barroom and instantly settles his gaze on her. Their eyes meet and lock in a rich embrace. He leisurely walks across the room never leaving her eyes until he reaches the bar. At this time, his eyes lower to her lovely legs drinking them in, starting at the black stiletto heels and slowly advancing up to the hem of her skirt. Then they follow the lines of her leather skirt and onto her breasts which covered in a lace bra are protruding from her expensive silken blouse. Moving up to her lips he immediately wants to kiss them but knows it is much too soon for that. He raises his eyes fully now and peers into the depths of hers seeing her beauty both inside and outside.
Asking if he may sit next to her she waves her delicate hand for him to take the seat. Sitting down he motions for the bartender to come over. The bartender advances toward them and asks what he'll be having tonight. He looks at Angel and asks if he can buy her another drink and she says, "Yes, thank you." The drinks are brought over and placed in front of them. They sit and chat for a while flirting and laughing. There is an immediate chemistry noticed by both parties. They feel so comfortable with each other. He notices that when she laughs heartily her skirt shift up a little bit each time. Not being able to contain his desire to touch her gorgeous legs he reaches out and lowers his hand to just above her knee, looking up to see some sign of consent, she nods, and he rests his hand there on her perfect knee. She lets out a little sigh of approval. He inches up her thigh, each time searching her face for an inclination that it is appreciated, every time getting the same nod. Soon he reaches the hem of her skirt and slips his hand under and moves upward. When he comes to her panty line, he looks once again into her eyes, this time seeing the hunger growing there he needs no more approval. He slips his fingers inside the thong and finds her awaiting slit, moist with the dew from her passion. She moans a little louder than she expects as he pushes his finger inside of her.