This story was inspired by two songs: "Dirty Talk" by Wynter Gordon and "Skip to the Good Bit" by Rizzle Kicks. Listen to the songs, read the story, and be inspired to get it on. That order of operations is not required. Enjoy!
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She looks delicious in the shadow of the bar. The woman is like something out of a fashion magazine: five foot, eight inches, long golden brown hair that falls in ringlets across her bountiful breasts, and a sharp face with a wide mouth that flashes perfect white teeth with every laugh. Her shirt dips low between her breasts, giving the world a look at the fruit of her loom. When she first walked in, her hips swayed from side to side, the leather skirt looking like a second skin suctioned to her round ass.
He watches her from the bar, where he is seated on a stool along with his buddies. He is almost six feet tall and has a smooth, shaved head. His skin is bronzed, a caramel color that stands out against his white shirt and black slacks. He sips a beer and laughs at his friend's joke, always keeping an eye on the mysterious woman. She meets his gaze a few times, giving him a wink or a sultry smile.
After an hour or so, he stands up and walks over to the table where the woman is sitting with her friends. When he approaches, the woman leans back in her chair, pushing her tits toward him. "Hi," she says with a smirk.
"Hello." He extends his hand to her. "I'm Alexander."
She takes his hand in hers and shakes it. "Hi, I'm Amelia. Nice to meet you, Alexander." She pulls her hand away slowly, letting the tips of her fingers drag along his palm. "These are my friends, Bethany and Rita."
He takes each woman's hand and then asks, "Can I buy you ladies a drink"?
"That would be nice, thank you," answers Amelia sweetly.
"What's your drink of choice?" He knows that whatever drink she chooses will tell him about the kind of person she is.
"Tequila, straight."
Alexander smiles and returns to the bar to get tequila shots. 'Someone is looking for some fun tonight,' Alexander thinks to himself. When he comes back to the table, he has the shots in hand and his friends by his side. They pull chairs over and squeeze in around the small wooden table. The salt is poured, tequila swallowed fast, and their limes sucked hard. Amelia look Alexander right in the eyes as she pops the lime in her mouth, the juice dripping out of the corner of her lips. She pulls out the rind and licks the run off slowly.
Amelia leans forward on her elbows, making her tits swell between her arms. "So Alexander, tell us about yourself."
Alexander takes a swig of his beer and settles back in his chair. "Well, let's see. I'm a paramedic, I own a sweet blue pit bull named Sadie, and I love Thai food." Amelia looks side to side to each of her friends and then back at Alexander. "Did I answer correctly?" Amelia meets Alexander's gaze and while staring into his eyes, takes another tequila shot and gives him a wink.
The men and women chatted and drank for a long time, flirting and having fun in the dimly lit bar. Alexander and Amelia hit it off, as their friends did with each other. But after a long evening, Amelia calls it a night. "I'm sorry everyone, I have to get going. I need to go to the office tomorrow morning for a meeting and to pick up a few things." Amelia puts on her coat and then takes her cellphone out of her purse. She puts it on the table in front of Alex with a grin. "You should give me your number and we'll go out some time."
Alex takes the phone and plugs in the numbers. "That would be great, Amelia." He stands up, gives her back her cell, and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Talk to you later." Amelia kisses her friends goodbye and turns away, but not before giving Alexander a wink and a little wave.
A few minutes later, Alexander feels a buzzing in his pocket. He reaches down, pulls out his cellphone and an unknown number flashes across the screen. "Hello?" He says in a confused voice.
"Get your ass to the bathroom."
Alexander covers the mouth piece with his hand. "Would you all excuse me? It's work and I have to take this call." He gets up from the table, still holding the phone to his ear. He can hear heavy breathing across the line. "Where are you?"