She had watched him most of the night. He sat alone at the bar. Several women had approached him, but he sent them all away. He was hers. She had complete control over him.
From her table in the corner she studied him. His brown hair had highlights of red and hung to his broad shoulders. The black tee shirt he wore accentuated his muscled back and biceps. His faded blue jeans hugged a cute ass and powerful thighs.
She licked her lips in anticipation. She needed to feel him against her. His cock plunging in and out of her. His fingers pulling at her pierced nipples. Her pussy creamed just thinking about it. She resisted the urge to plunge her fingers between her bare, wet pussy lips and taste her own cum. A shiver ran through her and she bit her lip drawing blood.
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He was being watched. It took all his control not to turn and face her. He could feel her. He could feel her hands on his body. Her nails raking his skin. He surppressed a shudder. He had come here to be alone. His girlfriend had just dumped him and he was nursing a bruised ego. He had been sitting alone at the bar when she walked in. He had watched her as she sauntered to a corner table and sat down facing him.
She had to be the Goddess of Sexy. Her black hair fell in tousled waves down her back. Wispy bangs partially covered her left eye and cheek. Her lips were full and a ruby red. When her deep green eyes connected with his, he felt a jolt rush through him.
She wore a long black cloak that fell to the floor. She crossed her legs as she sat and he glimpsed the sexiest pair of six inch black stilettos heels. His eyes caught hers again before he turned away.
He shifted on the stool trying to relieve his straining cock. Maybe she was just what he needed right now? A rebound fuck. Someone to bury himself in and enjoy the wild ride. And she looked wild. She looked like every fantasy he had ever had. And then some. He wanted to do all the things with her that his girlfriend wouldn't.
Finishing his beer, he made up his mind to go and talk to her. He started to get off the stool when she appeared at his side.
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"Hello."
Her voice was low and sultry. It made his cock even harder. He shifted again.
"Hi. Can I buy you a drink?"
"Hmmm." She tilted her head as she thought about it, gold hoop earrings rested against her neck. "Maybe later."
He watched as she lifted herself up onto the stool. Her cloak parted and he saw that she was naked underneath. His cock jerked. He sure hoped this wasn't some cruel joke. He was ready to fucking burst.
"My name's Michael."
"Roxie."
Michael said the name over and over in his mind. It was a sexy name. She was a sexy woman.
"Let's get out of here Michael."
Bingo!
Michael all but jumped from the stool. He threw down enough money to cover his tab and helped Roxie to her feet. She was a good foot shorter than his 6'2" even in her heels. He liked when a woman had to look up at him, exposing her throat to his hungry mouth.
"My place or yours?" Michael asked steering her, with a hand at her back, out of the bar and to his truck.
"Mine. It's safer."
Safer? Michael didn't dwell on it. Maybe she did this all the time and had a lifetime supply of condoms. His ex was on the pill so he didn't need them. Shit, he liked a woman who came prepared.
They drove quickly and silently to her house. It was hard to concentrate of the road when she crossed her legs, letting the cloak fall open. Michael swung the truck into her driveway and jumped out. It was an old Victorian that reminded him of the haunted house at Disney. He came around and helped her out and they entered the dark house.
Michael reached out for the lamp when Roxie stopped him. She took his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom. With a wave of her hand, candles lit the room.
"What the fuck..."
His voiced trailed off when Roxie faced him and removed her cloak. He sucked in his breath as he got his first good look at her naked body.
Her tits were large and beautiful. Their areolas and nipples were a dusky pink and stood out a good inch and a half. Tiny gold barbells pierced each one and winked in the candle light. She wasn't thin but voluptuous. Her tummy rounded, her hips and thighs fleshy. But it was her bare pussy that captured and held his attention. He could see her juices shining on her pink lips. The swollen flesh of her clit stood out between them. A gold hoop hung from the hood of her bare mound.
She lifted a hand out to him and he groaned. Three inch, blood red nails beckoned him.
"Shit." Michael hissed.
He couldn't believe this. The woman of his fantasies was right before him. Almost as if in a trance, Michael took her hand and brought her fingers to his lips. He sucked each one in turn into his mouth. His tongue flicking the curved underside of each nail.
"Very good Michael." Roxie whispered.
"Who are you?" Michael asked softly.
"Who do you want me to be?" She countered, moving closer.
Michael shook his head, not sure how to answer.
