She walked into the club in a skirt too short to be decent and an attitude to match. He followed her with his eyes as she walked to the end of the bar. Raising up on her tiptoes to tell the bartender what she wanted he scanned her from top to bottom. She felt his eyes on her; she always could tell when he was watching her. She turned her head in his direction and smiled, secretively. He raised his glass in salute and bid his mate's goodbye, walking towards her. She took her drink and turned towards him.
"Hi sailor," she smiled.
He set his glass down on the bar and leaned in towards her, moving his mouth to her ear, "Wanna fuck?"
"I thought you'd never ask," she smiled again bringing her hand up to his chest them dragging it down his body and lightly tracing the bulge in his pants. "Impressive! Do you know what to do with that thing?"
"Oh, I can manage," he grinned.
They walked, towards a dark spot in the club and he sat down on a barstool. She took the stool across from him and straddled it. He couldn't help but glance down at the invitation her opened thighs provided and saw she wore no panties.
"Chilly?" he asked with a grin.
"Yes, come warm me up," she spread her legs a bit wider for him.
He slid the stool over closer to her, his body concealing her actions and lack of clothing. He moved his hand up along her thigh until he came to the junction between her legs. She was moist and moved her body towards his hand, questing.... Willing.