Jake and I had been together for three years -- then he got a new receptionist. He was doing her on his desk after everyone else had gone, then coming home to do it with me. It took me a while to realise, since I was busy enough with my own job. He never went unsatisfied, and we were still at it like rabbits.
I threw his cheating, lying ass onto the street pretty quick smart once I was wised up.
Four long and lonely months later, I finally realised that he was having way too much of an affect on me, and I needed a rebound. It was time to go out, get laid, and have a good old fashioned fuck fest.
I think I dolled myself up pretty well. A first for me for a while, and while I'm no angel, I've also never been much of a slut. That said, it is relatively easy at the moment with hookerwear type clothing being fashionable. A flimsy blouse, short skirt, patterned thigh-high stockings, stilettos and a thick vinyl belt to emphasise my little waist and I was set. No panties required.
Ten'o'clock, I settled myself in the lounge of a respectable looking establishment. Cherry martini in hand I perused the music selection on the jukebox, made a selection, and planted myself at a nearby table.
'Nice choice.' rasped a voice from behind me. I turned around.
He looked like your average Joe but at this point, I didn't care. My martini was nearly empty.
'Thanks! You like the Beatles too? Most people make fun of me when I pick them.' I giggled.
'It's sensible music. None of that prancy teeny stuff.'
'Sensibilities? Bah!' I retorted with a devilish grin. He laughed.
'Not one for sensibilities? That's a shame. I was just having sensible thoughts.'
'Oh really? Such as?'
'Such as, um, you coming and sitting here next to me, rather than over there.'
I giggled and sided up next to him. His hand was on my knee straight away. My pussy tingled at the knowledge that I had this guy hook and line. Now, for the sinker.
'You're wrong. That was way non-sensible.' I said, putting my hand on his and inspecting my now empty martini glass.
He took the hint and minutes later I had another martini. It was extra strong too, but I pretended to not notice.
It was a quiet night, and there were not many people in the bar area. The place was practically dead. We chatted a bit, I mentioned the breakup and how I was just getting over it. Soon, the extra-strong martini was also empty, and I decided to mention the lack of atmosphere.
'Yeah, you're right.' Stu agreed. 'Let's find somewhere a little more personal.'
I knew he didn't mean another bar.
We left the bar and walked along slowly for a bit. I stumbled a little under the strength of the last martini, which gave him an excuse to put his arm around me. I kissed him on the cheek in thanks, and he responded with a deep kiss on my mouth.
His hands moved from my waist to my butt. I didn't complain at all, and in fact, responded by kissing him even deeper.
