The candied concoction of my drink barely slipped into my mouth when I saw him; he came into the disjointed place called a bar like a cool drink of water, especially made to quench a thirsty desire I had for young men.
And suddenly, my parched tongue longed to taste the very lust of his wanting into my mouth.
Stepping in from the cold, he calmly took in his surroundings, which allowed me a small moment to view the rest of the package in full. With his conservatively stylish cut of dark hair groomed for success, the rest of his physical credentials impressed me immediately: he wore the threaded suit quite well. Everything about that tailored look hung tight off his broad shoulders and accentuated his chiseled features, most of which seemed to bulge and crest underneath it all.
Especially with what I made out to be a silhouette of a particularly large limp cock snaking down the right thigh. In the dim lit place, the piece shined up thick and rich with possibilities.
I bought into him instantly as my ass straddled the barstool. My dress crept up my tight thighs, which for made good for voyeuristic entertainment for the barflies circled around me. Yet the subtle moves stirred my sensuality, and I realized then, it turned on more than its share of horny cocks in attentive position. I'm that sultry kind of mature woman your mother warned you about.
So what.
I parted my bangs, making up the flowing curl of my salt and pepper blend of blond hair, slightly. The small whiff of hair covered my dark eyes as my looker of a dress barely hugged the curves of my pear-shaped body; it revealed almost everything I wanted a particular someone to see underneath those red and black threads -- a heavy set of big tits and a rounded ass made for the well gripping hands of horny men.
Even with the growing influx of quickening perverted glances striking everywhere, I simply had mine on the catch that entered the door. I eyed him like a virgin to sin. And with a little more playful persuasion and execution from me than the usual sensual guise, I figured it seemed almost an unfair advantage in my favor, to break this boy in.
Locking down an empty barstool and cocking my head slightly, I threw him a sinker of a look in his general direction. I took him all in and fortunately, his stare pierced right back, before any gramps in the three piece polyester had a chance at making his presence known. It all came together at the right time and at the right place. He caught me hunting and definitely on the prowl.
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"I knew you'd want me," he later said as he stirred the Gray Goose cranberry mix in front of him. He soon turned and faced me. "That's why I'm here now. You know, to keep you company, and away from this." His hand gestured about the room like he was giving presentation at work. I squirmed as he summoned the bartender over for my next drink, which like the rest of the candied pieces, arrived much sweeter. He said so since he bought it.
Word for word I listened as he engaged conversation. But instead of breaking the ice between us, he sliced through it with an air of tight confidence. He talked calmly quick and precise, and I barely had time for my own mouth to match his wit. At the same time, his physical brazenness gathered some steam when at certain times he took my hand in his. It was cute, but then again, the kid was definitely a socially gifted prick with a knack for banter. And I loved it.
"Ok, I'm cutting through the bullshit," he soon said to me, as he slid me another 7 and 7 in my direction while pulling his stool even close. "You get a few more, since I'm good for it, and then, we're out of here."
With the liberated affect of the alcohol weighing heavy on my mind, thinking slurred to a slow crawl. Yet, I managed to remain acutely aware of his play on that wolf in sheep's clothing thing. "Excuse me? And what makes you so sure I'll leave with you?" as I slung the drink down my throat.
The hypnotic lull of his dog dark eyes pulled me in and he leaned in dangerously. The hot whisper slipped from his lips and he smiled, saying, "One: at least give yourself a chance to taste it."
As he inched in again, a trail of his breath followed up my neck as he casually placed his hand on my thigh, watching the way he smoothly dipped underneath my dress. "Two: From the look of things around here, unless you like a guy on Depends, you don't have much of a selection to choose from."
My resistance faltered as the affect of his sexuality overwhelmed my already horny being. He had no public qualms in pushing the purpose of his wants: his once calm hands made naughty on the way to my wetness dewing underneath my soaked thong. There, his excited fingers strummed my clit into play. Gritting my teeth, I leaned my head back taking it, as the sensual dance of words and feelings turned me on.
With the calculated frenzy about me, my head went dizzy at the prospect of it all. Slit eyed, I watched him as he went about it so stoically; he drank the slippery remnants of the whiskey, nursing the hard liquor in his mouth.
He simply stated then: "Three: you need to fuck me now."
