I made eye contact with Jen when I was headed for the bathroom. I immediately thought she was cute and smiled. Jen returned the eye contact and smiled at me.
When I came back to my table, my food was being dropped off. I barely remembered the meal, however, because I was looking at Jen every time she passed through my station. And she looked at me and smiled a few more times.
I walked up to the bar to order another beer. After I told the bartender my order, Jen came directly behind the bar to grab some cups.
"They have you running all over the place don't they?" I offered. She set the cups down on the bar and smiled again.
"Oh, you noticed that too? I thought it was only me seeing how much I'm killing myself tonight," she laughed. She put her hand out. "I'm Jen by the way." I took her hand and squeezed slightly as I shook it.
"What time do you get to stop running tonight?" I asked, still holding her hand.
"We close at 10 so, 10:30?" She pulled her hand away but only to pick her cups back up. "Do you want to meet me at the bar next door around then?"
"Yeah, you took the words right out of my mouth," I smiled. Jen came back out from the bar to head across the restaurant again.
"See you later," her words floated back to me as she was already a few steps ahead by the time I heard it. I looked at my watch and decided it was early enough to go home, freshen up, and then drive back over.
I finished my beer at the bar first.
I pulled back into the parking lot where her restaurant and the aforementioned bar was located a few hours later. I was fully expecting nothing: she might have gone home, she might not be as into me as I thought, she might be busy with her friends, etc.
I pulled open the front door and entered into the blue illuminated space. The place had less than 10 people there, which was to be expected for a random weekday and it being relatively early. I was so busy looking around that I almost didn't notice Jen waving to me from the bar in front of me.
"Glad to see I'm not worth standing up," she said as I pulled up a seat next to her.
"I was thinking I'd be the one getting stood up. Not every day that you read eye contact correctly and get a date the same night." The bartender approached. Can I get a tequila on the rocks please? Just a single. Thank you."
Jen was holding her beer bottle loosely in her hands. She wore dark dreads underneath a gray bandana. She had a peach tank on and a skirt that barely contained a nicely shaped ass. A tattoo peaked from under her skirt and she also had a few tattoos on her left arm. She smiled at me and rested her teeth on her bottom lip.
"Oh, so someone hurt you," she laughed. I'm sure I looked confused. "Tequila on the rocks is not the go-to drink of a well-adjusted guy." I smiled back.
"Or maybe it's the drink of someone who knows what he likes and the drink itself makes him feel a little bit more alive than usual," I replied.
"Well, I like that you know what you want. I got that vibe from when you came in earlier." The bartender replaced Jen's empty beer with a new one. She picked it up and took a good drink, all while holding eye contact with me. "I've needed to get my brains fucked out for weeks and I'm sick of my vibrator," she whispered.
She put her hand on my leg and caressed it, wasting no time moving to my now hardening dick. "Not too bad." She took my hand and put it on her legs. My hand now on the leg tattoo, I started rubbing her thigh firmly.
"Are you going to finish that beer?" I asked as I downed the rest of my drink. Jen shook her head and started to get up and I followed. I tossed thirty dollars on the bar for our drinks. As we headed for the door, I took my hand from her back and gave her ass a solid squeeze.
"Shit," she hissed as we walked out to our cars. "I'll follow you to your place."
A ridiculously long thirteen minutes later, she was locking her door and following me inside of my apartment. She walked in, set her bag on my couch, and turned back to face me.
"Jen," I began. "You're about to hear some things. You're cool with that?" She folded her arms and smirked.
"I was hoping for more of that instead of that smooth bullshit you said earlier." She lifted her tank over her head and dropped it. Her tits were nice with big areolas.
"You liked it," I laughed. I was pulling off my own clothes. "Leave the skirt on, take the panties off."
"I took them off in the car." I grabbed Jen and immediately squeezed my hands into her huge ass cheeks. Our lips met briefly, with both of us doing more teasing than kissing. I then took her face in my hands.
"Get on your knees," I ordered. Jen eagerly got down on the floor next to my couch. Her face was right next to my extremely ready cock.
Before I could say more, Jen's mouth was on my dick. She licked it with urgency, starting with the head and then working her way down both sides. When she got to the base of my dick, she started flicking her tongue on me back and forth while stroking me firmly. Then she did the same with my balls, which is normally enough to send me.
"Give me your mouth," I instructed. Jen licked me from my balls up to my tip before she opened her mouth. She easily made it halfway down my dick before repeating the motion. She kept a firm grip at the base of my cock the entire time.
I reached behind Jen and grabbed a handful of her hair. I then proceeded to slowly fuck her mouth.
