Having just moved to the area, and not knowing anyone else, I went out with my much younger cousin the other night and we ended up at a pretty divey bar. She and I are much different, and while I love her, we don't see eye to eye on much of anything. I was quickly bored with the boys at the club being too young to have any manners or enough money to make up for the lack. So, instead I wandered upstairs and bought myself a drink from the bar there. Surveying the scene from the upstairs railing and quietly drinking, I was feeling reckless and frustrated. Before I knew it, it was last call and I was in a fairly bad mood having not even sparked a conversation with anyone. Friends and relatives might have chalked it up to intimidation; they tell me I am too pretty and too smart. On the other hand, I was used to being ignored by the male population whether out of fear or disinterest, being ignored is being ignored.
At twenty-eight, I still have the mythological proportions of 36-24-38, legs that go on for miles and creamy white Irish skin. My eyes are deep green and enchanting, or so I'm told. Out of disgust with the situation and more than a little desperation, I turned to the bartender for one last drink. By this time, it wasn't very crowded up stairs and the bartender started a simple conversation with me. After a little small talk, he asked me what I was doing after the club closed, and very interested, I replied that I was with my little cousin but other than that nothing much. He wasn't especially impressive at first glance- tallish, funky bleached hair with cool blue tips. I couldn't tell much else from my side of the bar, but he seemed attractive and intelligent enough.
My cousin wandered upstairs about this time and said she wasn't feeling well and wanted to go home. I had really been warming to the idea of hanging out with this guy. There was something about him that drew me in inexplicably. Regretfully, I turned to Jeff and offered my e-mail address as a way of staying in touch. By the time I got home from dropping my cousin off, it was about 3 AM and I sat down at my computer to see if surfing porn would give me any relief. To my surprise, I had e-mail waiting for me and it was from Jeff, the bartender! I opened it and felt a thrill of energy shoot down my spine into my crotch. Very simply, it said, "I want you to call me." followed by his number.
Despite the fact that it was now about quarter to four, I called him anyway. He answered immediately and told me that he wanted to see me. Feeling very curious, and very turned on by his quiet commands, I found myself getting into my car and driving over to his place. My brain kept asking what in hell I thought I was doing, but the moisture in my panties overruled reason. I arrived at his apartment and he pulled me inside without a word. As the door closed, he crushed me against it while kissing me forcefully. He wound his hand in my long blonde hair just tight enough to make me almost cum right there. He held me there for another minute or two kissing me deeply and passionately. I could feel his tongue piercing teasing me. Then, suddenly, he twisted my hair a little tighter in his fingers and simply stared into my eyes. I was so turned on I could barely stand up. He asked me, "Are you scared?" All I could do was shake my head, no.
He took my hand and led me to his bedroom where he must have had forty or fifty candles burning on every level surface. Next to the bed, he started to peel off my clothes. I hadn't changed from my club clothes and he drew my soft black shirt over my head and un-snapped my plum colored sequined miniskirt, letting it fall to the floor. Leaving me standing there in my black lace bra, thong, and lace-top thigh-highs. Slowly, he walked around me tracing trails on my skin with his fingertips ever so lightly. Admiring my D-plus cup breasts and dancer's physique. He asked if I was ok, if I needed anything and again, beyond words, I just shook my head. He came closer then, and began kissing my neck very gently nibbling. I felt for the edge of the bed to sit before my knees gave out. He smiled at me and helped me lie across his big bed, continuing to kiss me all the while. Abruptly, he picked me up and turned me length-wise on the bed. He had both of my hands above my head in one of his, while his other hand roughly squeezed my tits through my bra. He leaned back a moment and eased off the bed as he unbuttoned his shirt, and took it off. Then he went over to a drawer and came back with a sapphire-colored scarf. Wearing only his pants, he climbed back onto the bed and helped me out of my bra then, tied my wrists together over my head to the headboard. Glancing at me to check my reaction, I was entranced.
The body that earlier had hidden behind a loose shirt was smooth skinned, well muscled and very, very nice. The feel of his skin on mine as he reached above me was electrifying and I arched my back for more contact. He edged away and sat back on his heels as he reached for a candle on the nightstand. He came back toward me with a large cream-colored pillar and suddenly poured wax onto my left nipple. I gasped and then gasped again as he poured more wax onto my right nipple. The wax was just this side of too hot, almost enough to burn and as it cooled and tightened on my already hard nipples was almost excruciating in its intensity.
