I'm Yours
"Dougie!" Sam yelled from the doorway of the bar, "Sammy!" his friends yelled the response loudly from the back room. It was an exciting time for the 24-year-old. One of his best friends was about to get married and they were out celebrating. It wasn't the bachelor party yet... but the pre-bachelor party.
They were the party animals. They were the Rambunctious Quartet, together since their junior high days. Although their lives were far more complicated now, with careers, moving away, and family obligations, they got together whenever they could. And of course, every time they got together, they HAD to have a competition.
Erin was already seated at the bar, sipping her drink. She watched the men with idle amusement. 'Boys will be boys,' she thought.
She was definitely a bit older than the young men, having just turned thirty last month, but was still in incredible shape. With her lovely physique that she worked so hard to maintain and with the right make-up and hair-do, she could certainly look their age. Tonight she was dressed in a lovely, short, black dress with a plunging neckline that showed off her large chest. She didn't know why she was there, other than just felt the need to be there. And she didn't know why she couldn't keep her eyes off the young man, even after he'd joined his friends.
She made sure to sit in the back corner of the bar so she could watch them without being obvious and would be away from the prowling of the rest of the bar patrons. She had to shoo off two guys that hit on her, but she was happy to have mostly been left alone.
They were obviously close friends. Everyone in the bar could attest to that. There was a lot of drinking, a lot of boisterous talk and lewd comments. But they definitely were having a good time. She smiled and drank as she watched them talk and play for the next two hours. She tried to leave several times, but something told her to stay. Something compelled her to stay.
She felt a flutter in her body when they got up to leave. She watched him, hiding behind the cover of the low lighting, wondering if he'd come over and talk to her. Her heart beat a little faster when their eyes met. She felt her body flush with excitement and desire.
"I'll see you guys in a little bit," he said, looking at the brunette from the doorway. She looked over at him and then looked down, embarrassed to have been caught looking. He smiled. Her shyness attracted him. He pushed Chad's shoulder, forcing him towards the door as the taller man caught him looking at her.
"Yeah, yeah... whatever, hound dog... we'll see you there. Remember... you only have one week!" Chad smacked him on the back before the three walked out the door.
Sam walked up to the bar, his interest in her apparent, and stood next to the brunette. She was very stunning, sitting on the bar stool, turned towards him. Her top showed her generous breasts quite nicely and the necklace that was nestled between them accentuated them. He licked his lips for a moment as he looked her up and down.
"Um... perverted much?" she blushed, leaned away and asked as if not giving him an option to disagree.
"Oh, yes I am," he said brazenly. He touched her hand, sending a shock through her. He sat down in the bar stool, his hand moving up to stroke her forearm. She closed her eyes as the pleasurable feelings radiated from his fingers. "I'm glad to see you again."
She felt the electric charge sear through her body, tingling, burning... arousing. 'Again?' she wondered. She gulped as her clit tingled lustfully, wanting so much attention. She parted her thighs a little, pushed her hips to the edge of the stool, wanting the surging energy to stop teasing her and make her cum.
When she opened her eyes, she noticed his piercing blue eyes gazing back at her. She felt so lost in his eyes and couldn't look away. His hand was stroking her arm as he leaned a little towards her. The hand stroking her was causing her skin to tingle, causing her nipples to harden and pussy moisten in delight. She wanted to blink, to clear her mind, but was unable to.
His hand moved to her necklace, sliding along it, stroking the skin around it. She didn't move, just continued to look into his eyes. He was so close to her now, his face inches away as he stared at her, sharing the most private conversation with her.
"I like the outfit you chose. It shows off your body quite nicely."
She licked her lips, feeling the dryness of her mouth. She wanted this man to take her, wanted him to make her feel so good. One of her legs wrapped itself around the leg of his stool, keeping her facing him, and keeping her legs apart.
'Fuck off,' she wanted to say, wanted to get rid of this pervert, but she heard her own moans of "thank you, I hoped you'd like it" escape instead. His hands felt so good on her skin, his breath felt wonderful, his gaze turned her to jelly.
"Mmmm, you like me admiring your tits, don't you?" he purred, his hand moved lower onto her cleavage as he moved slightly forward. She could feel the tingling of his touch on her, felt the hairs on her arm stand up and goose-bumps form from the contact. Startled, thinking she should be embarrassed by letting him touch her chest, she looked down.
"No, no... I like that you enjoy it. Go ahead and feel me touching them," he said, sliding a finger beneath the material a little and grazing her nipple. "Enjoy my touch. I know you're getting so hot knowing that I'm thinking about you and wondering what your body looks like. I'm sure you want me to know just how wonderfully sexy it is." The twinkling of his eyes trapped her and she couldn't look away. "The dress you're wearing, the shoes, your makeup and perfume. You wanted me to notice you. Your little necklace is nuzzled down in the warmth of your breasts. It's drawing my gaze to them and it feels so good to know that happened. It's just what you wanted and it feels so good to know that you're so desirable, so wanted and lusted after."
Her head was swooning a little, her eyes growing more and more tired. His hand moved along her chest, stroking it as the other touched her thigh, sliding up beneath her skirt.
"Your breasts are so soft and pillowy, so perfect to tease and lick and suck. You're thinking about that, aren't you. Thinking about having my face buried between your tits as you watch me, your eyes locked on mine, unable to look away. You want to watch my tongue slide over your nipple, watch my lips wrap around it and suck on it. Then you can feel so much pleasure and relax knowing I'd take such good care of you and please you." His hand slid along her inner thighs, feeling the soft, supple flesh tremble. His fingers stroked so close to her clit making her mouth open a little and gasp.
"You're getting so tired... Soooo tired... your eyes are so tired... it's so hard to think any more. You just want to rest, just want to not think for a while. You just want to feel the pleasure and go with it. You want to feel warm and safe, strong arms wrapped around you, a body pressing against you, protecting you and holding you, keeping you from harm, letting you rest. Arms with hands that make your body tingle. A body with lips and tongue that make you moan with desire and a cock that makes you beg."
"I...," she started to say, stumbling over her words. It was difficult to frame what she was going to say, difficult to get her lips to do what she wanted. "I'm not..."
"You can't think, pet. And you don't want to think. You want to just feel how good it is to be like this, to have me touching you."
She felt herself falling into pleasure and resisted as much as she could. She tried to look up again, to sit up and pay attention to him, but found she couldn't. And his fingers lightly touching her were making her feel so good, so excited.
"That's right pet, try to look away from my pretty eyes. You know you can't, it's way too hard. But you want to try, you need to try. You're getting even more excited as you try. Feel your nipples getting even harder? They're begging for me to lick them, but you'll miss it if you look away. Can you feel my tongue caressing them?"
