I casually walked into the restaurant around 11:00pm, and believe me not much was going. I passed by the hostess and headed directly to the martini bar off towards the back of the establishment. Lucky for me, three stools were open at the far end of the bar. I took my familiar place, choosing the very last one and ordered a beer. For the next hour or so I passed the time watching some boring west coast basketball game.
Eventually customers started to replace the emptiness that filled the bar, so maybe there just might be some hope this Friday night after all. I checked out some married women eyeing a group that appeared to be part of a marriage shower of some sort. Sure, there were a couple of thirtyish women in the party that I could easily imagine having some fun with. One in particular had those "oh so familiar breeder hips." I could imagine hubby at home watching the kids and some cartoons on the tele.
Yes, holding her ass tightly from behind, I pull her firmly towards me as I penetrate deep into her unfaithful pussy, she whimpers helplessly from the sensations of her actions as I take full advantage of her sexual weaknesses unmercifully. I stroke her marriage-ring on her left hand, reminding her of her indiscretion as I download my genes deep inside of her fertile womb, injecting ample potent baby-batter into her cheating steaming cunt. But no, it was just my sexual imagination on overload. I was more than willing to wait out the evening to see what "prey" walked in the door before testing my luck. That married slut would be mine if I wanted her, but only if I wanted her. But at that point in time I chose to just hang out at my stool allowing time to pass.
A bit later an interesting couple joined me at the end of the bar, along with a third wheel, "perky" Clara. Yes, Clara really got into chatting, joking, teasing and more; too bad she was waiting for her deadbeat boyfriend. It seemed quite misfortunate, fucking her brains out would be quite fun. Of course the question would be how to shut her constant yap, yap, yap. Oh well. I imagined she would be quite the screamer with cock pounding her tight little ass. Regardless, I bought her a drink anyway, mostly for the entertainment and she was clearly building a nice buzz. An hour or so later a fourth wheel in their party showed up. She was absolutely gorgeous, 5'3" great figure and cute short blond hair. This one was my mark, the one I wanted to hook-up with, if given the chance.
The couple along with "perky" Clara and my cute late arrival ordered some Patron shots and proceeded to put several away which was quite entertaining, to say the least.
As is frequently the case, age eventually came up, as it so often does. "Perky" Clara had to ask me "how old are you?"
Of course I answered the honest truth "thirty-one." I laughed and responded "you must be, uhh, well, twenty-five, and your cute friend, let me guess twenty-four." I assumed, being at a bar they were both in their mid twenties.
Clara laughed, and offered "ok, I'm twenty-three, pretty close guess."
But the "hot" blond argued quietly "You aren't even close, I'm eighteen." Well her age statement seemed extremely interesting, what, with the her being three years short of legal drinking age in Florida, but what the hell.
"What's you name," I asked her.
"Kathryn" she responded matter of fact.
As things turned Kathryn, "perky" Clara and "coupled" Deb all worked together at Tommy's restaurant and Kathryn had just gotten off shift. She was a hostess, who I somehow recall seeing at the restaurant weeks beforehand, this confirmed my thought that she most likely was eighteen and was telling the truth. She was putting away shots underage and why would she lie about that. I picked up from Deb that Kathryn's high-school boy friend and her were apparently headed in opposite directions. Honestly, what eighteen year boy would dare go to a bar as Kat had tonight, I pondered. He was out of her league, way out, so to speak.
After some fun but meaningless chitchat with Kathryn, I discreetly offered to buy her a drink, and seeing this hot beauty had already put three Patron's away she was game to using my money to build upon her buzz. So I ordered what she wanted from the menu, a chocolate martini. Now lets keep things in perspective. Martini's are not cheap at this bar at $12.00 a pop, but at that price they mix them pretty liberally. I figured what the hell, lets see where this fun all ends up, it's only money, and maybe just maybe, this one will open up.
Kathryn took her first sip of the martini and offered "My friends call me Kat".
As things turned, "perky" Clara was working on getting pretty wasted with her friends and Kat was now letting me feed her a third chocolate martini. To be honest, I cannot understand how any chick can drink these syrupy drinks, but the alcohol effect can be more than interesting. By the time closing arrived, Clara was totally wasted and there simply was no way she was going anywhere but to the apartment of her couple friends, which happened to be conveniently around the corner. Kat on the other hand simply wanted to head home. Now being the opportunist, I volunteered to chauffeur Kat as it was on my way. And truth be told, nobody else had the capability to drive her anywhere, and I knew it. So after getting things sorted out, off we went. We said goodbye to her friends and walked together towards the parking lot. Noticing that Kat's state was a bit past where she might normally be, maybe a lot past. I do have to mention that Kat was a dream date still wearing her nice outfit from work, a blue button down blouse, a cute white skirt and low heels. Kat was slender with all the right curves in all the right places, her short hair was sassy, her blue eyes begged for attention and her ass was round and firm. I looked forward to some quality time with her. Kat to my liking was pretty wasted, so I took her hand to help steady her and I could feel the warmth of the blood passing through her body. Kat didn't seam to mind too much.
I opened the door of my Mercedes and wondered "how far would she go" as she slid into the seat. Moments later I was in the driver seat and off we went.
I asked Kat where she lived and we figured out how we would get her home about a twenty-minute drive across town. At the first red light, I leaned over and kissed her. To my surprise, her lips parted accepting my tongue. I couldn't resist, after the light turned green I turned immediately into the first parking lot I could find, a well lit Bank of America lot would do just fine for some male to female attention.
"So are you getting some cash?" she asked.
"No" I laughed. I needed to take advantage of her vunerability.
We immediately enjoyed kissing deep and passionately, but I wanted a whole lot more.
"I kinda figured you wanted to kiss me," she joked.
I took this as an invitation to move things to the next level. Holding her firmly while continuing our tongue dance. Kat tasted of alcohol. I kissed her on the neck, nibbled on her earlobes and found Kat had a distinct weakness for neck kisses. Her breathing became harder each time I nibbled on her neck softly. I imagined this stirred her juices on and her pussy must become slicker with each little nibble.
Slowly and deliberately I moved my left hand up to cup her breast, she pushed my hand off of her mound. I needed to test the neck-affect, I approached again while nibbling her neck and her resistance dissolved; she let me fondle her tits through her blouse. Returning back to her lips our kissing became more passionate.
"What are you doing?" Kat asked well knowing the answer.
