The room was smoky, his drink, weak. He sat at the bar and contemplated his fate. An ugly divorce, only seeing his darling son on the weekends. He shook his head as he lifted the glass again to his lips. So lost in thought was he that he did not hear the man call his name. It was not until he felt the hand on his shoulder that he looked up, emerging from his reverie. It was an old acquaintance. Someone he had once known, briefly, at the base. Prew was the name his mind dredged up. He accepted the offer to join the man and his wife at their table.
As he followed Prew through the bar to the little booth in the corner he almost stopped dead in his tracks. Seated at the table was Prew's wife, a gorgeous red head. She smiled up at him as Prew handled the introductions. Erica was her name. He was enchanted by her smile, by the sexy look in her eyes. His eyes hungrily took her in, the short, spiky red hair, the pug nose, and the sparkling brown eyes. Her top was low cut, showing just the beginning of the curves of what he imagined to be a wonderful set of breasts. From the waist down the table hid her, but what he could see was wonderful enough. As Prew rambled on his eyes never left the man's wife. She smiled demurely at his optic attentions.
"If you two will excuse me," Prew said, "I need to use the restroom." As soon as her husband was gone, Erica scooted a bit closer on the booth's leather seat. "Tell me what you do," she asked softly, the candlelight glinting off her teeth. As he opened his mouth to reply, the man suddenly did an unexpected intake of air. Her hand was on his knee, moving slowly up his thigh. He felt himself harden. Her fingertips brushed the bulge along his leg, electric through the fabric of his pants.
"Mmmm" she cooed, "What have I found here?" The man was dumbfounded, tongue tied, unable to reply. It didn't seem to matter. He felt her body slide up close to his, her fingers moving magically under the table, finding the zipper of his trousers, opening his fly, sneaking in, through his boxers, to his hot flesh. His penis was suddenly in her hand, her eyes still glued to his, her lips smiling. He shook as her thumb rubbed across the head of his shaft.
"Oh, yes." She whispered as his precum wet her thumb.
"Excuse me a moment," she smiled, and slid under the table. He looked nervously around, fearing the return of the husband. A short moan escaped his lips as he felt her warm wet mouth suddenly encircle the head of his cock. He leaned back against the seat, pushing his groin up and his shaft deeper into that warm, moist opening. He could feel her tongue bathing the top of him. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt the cool touch of her saliva oozing down the front of his hot shaft. Then, the air on his wet cock as her head re-emerged from under the table, her lips still glistening with the hint of his precum. His gaze took in her husband as he approached the table. "Sorry, but I ran into someone I knew," he apologized. Erica smiled.
"That's okay, honey. I've been having the most enjoyable time."
