Well, she did meet his eyes. That was enough. Though he suspected he was being stupid - his shrink would probably say this was classic akrasia, acting against his better judgement due to lack of willpower - there was a slim chance he was right, so Clint picked up his drink and ventured forth. Into the lion's den? Through the gates of heaven? Time would tell.
"That guy is a total idiot."
The woman stared at Clint for an interminable second, then scoffed. But smiled. As those full, tempting lips - the upper intriguingly more voluptuous on the right side than the left - curled in amusement at the total lameness of his line, Clint returned her smile. When her eyes fell to her drink on the bar, he gave his free rein.
They quickly traversed up her body, devouring it. It was petite, svelte, breathtaking. They paused briefly on her breasts - they were petite, svelte, breathtaking, and obviously not constrained by a bra under her tight white V-neck top - before returning to her lovely face. Creamy skin complemented long blonde hair and contrasted stunningly with green bewitching eyes.
Her head tilted to the right as those emerald orbs assessed him. His heart and his cock throbbed in unison when he passed the test.
"I'm Eva. Sit down and talk to me." Her voice was silky, mellifluous. Alluring. Clint sat down.
***
Eva caressed Clint's large shaved head as his tongue went everywhere, thoroughly exploring, loving every tender fold of her pussy. Though she seldom came from cunnilingus, she realized she was getting close. Around an 8 on her internal scale. This guy knew what he was doing.
As he had with her breasts.
When the bar had called last round, Eva had already decided, so, instead of drinking more - she was already quite buzzed, which, as always made her very horny - she asked him if he'd like to leave with her.
After some serious kissing and feeling up outside - he again knew his stuff, and she loved how his large hands consumed her, especially her tits and ass - Clint had invited her to his place.
Perfect.
Eva was a "love 'em and leave 'em" girl, who, when she was cruising, didn't like having to use her apartment. Two reasons. After the dick, some guys didn't take the hint and get lost, or, worst of the worst, might begin to feel attached to Eva. To get feelings. And later they might remember her place and show up again. Cringe. The last thing Eva wanted was a relationship. She was still smarting from how truly awful her ex had proven to be when she dumped him.
Once at Clint's place - he was obviously ex military, as there was cool gear all over, including the rifle he quickly stowed - they'd made out seriously on his couch. Eva got into it, more than usual, for several reasons.
First, she liked all things military - guns, knives, camo - and the guys who used them. The implied danger provided an additional edge. Second, Clint proved a very good choice. He quickly removed her slutty top - her pesky nipples had been erect and poking through it for the last 15 minutes at the bar, just as she'd planned - and had at her tits. Her nipples, always very sensitive, erected even harder to his tongue and lips, and he was genius with his fingers, lightly twisting one while sucking the other.
She got so carried away, so aroused that she let him take the lead. Normally her modus operandi was to unzip the guy early on, while they were making out and he fondled her breasts, get his cock out, and go down on him. She always smirked at how simple men are. Once she had a guy's dick in her mouth she owned him, was in charge of what happened next. Plus, even though she occasionally had sex with other women, she really did have a thing for penises.
She liked how they got hard for her. How the soft skin slid over the rigid core. She liked how she could make them twitch and throb. Make them drool. Eventually make them erupt and spew their juice everywhere.
She loved how cocks felt in her mouth. And especially in her pussy. Sometimes in her ass. Often she didn't even need to have an orgasm to feel satisfied if she got a big dick inside her, stretching her out over and over before it shot.
Eva also liked the juice dicks ejaculated. Semen. Spunk. Nothing turned her on more than feeling hot cum splatter onto her body. Ass, tits, belly, back, just anywhere. After getting fucked, or when she told the guy to jerk off onto her. The warmth of it, the primal simplicity of it, how she just became the archetypal female, an object so desirable, so irresistible that the male animal just spewed out his vital essence. Gave it up for her.
The only downside to feeling cum on her body was that it wasn't in her mouth or pussy. But Eva usually had no trouble getting guys up for another round or two. It seemed she had an inexhaustible supply of cum at her beck and call.
She loved how Clint's eyes got bigger when he pulled her tight jeans off and saw her purple thong. It was lacy, skimpy, and never failed to get a rise out of any guy lucky enough to see it.
Clint, or rather his cock, was no exception. In preparation for giving him head, Eva had undone his belt, button and lowered the zipper of his khakis while he was sucking her boobs. His large, thick dick was most satisfactory, and was peeking out above the waist of his boxers as he took off her pants. She felt it throb against her ankle when his eyes locked on her pussy as he pulled off her thong.
Because he was big, a guy, and military, she'd expected him to aggressively dive onto her pussy like a starving lion on a hapless gnu, but was surprised when he began slowly and tenderly kissing and licking her inner thighs, first one then the other, alternating, ever-so-slowly working his mouth up. To where they both wanted it. Teasing her, making Eva wait.
Which was exactly right, how she liked it best, and her "God, I'm getting so turned on," moans began. And intensified when he added the fingers of one hand repeating his earlier nipple play, lightly twisting this way and that. When he finally began mouthing her vulva, circling all around her pussy before snaking his tongue into the valley between her inner and outer labia, Eva's moans filled the room.
When his tongue at long last found her clitoris, a finger probing into her vagina almost set Eva off, and when the second joined in, she thrashed about so much that Clint had to work hard to keep his tongue on her trigger. He succeeded, and as he began rapid flicks on the tip of her post, Eva almost lost it.
She totally did when, after having but an instant to wonder why he had removed his fingers from her pussy - she liked them there - Clint thrust them back in, one into her vagina and one into her ass. Seething white-hot fire swirled out from her sex and spiraled up to the heavens, taking Eva's mind with it.
Her back and neck snapped taut, clenched and arched, her legs shook and trembled, and her moans became strangled cries as the most intense orgasm she'd had in years totally consumed her. When it became impossibly too much, Clint again proved prescient. At just the slightest push against his head, which reversed her frenzied tugging him to her, he removed his tongue from her clit and his fingers from her holes.
As Eva was reeling, gasping for breath, Clint whisked her into his arms like she was a toy, kissed her and carried her into his bedroom. He held her aloft easily with one arm as he tore back the covers with the other, then laid her gently on the sheet.
Eva found herself conflicted, still reeling from the best, most powerful orgasm in recent memory, but unsettled at how things were going. She was not in control.
She had intended this to be a typical encounter, and it did go according to script for the first minutes. Heavy kissing. Him taking off her top and playing with her tits while she undid his pants and prepared his cock for her special attention. But the way he tweaked her nipples had been perfect, exactly how she liked it most, and so effective that she was rendered gaga by the fiery frissons shooting out from her posts.
