When I arrived in the lobby, I asked the doorman if he could recommend somewhere close to eat. He pointed me down the street to a small pub, saying they had good burgers and beer. Yeah, I could use a beer. I made my way down two blocks and finally found the place. 'McCally's' the sign read. Hum? That name sounded familiar. Maybe I had been there before.
I walked in, it was somewhat smoky, but not too bad, the music of the live band sounded good, and I looked around to find an open spot at the bar, making my way, and waved the bartender over, "What'll be?"
"Coldest draft you got and your finest burger." I threw a twenty on the bar and he cashed me out, handing me back seven bucks, then drew my beer.
"You aren't from around here are you?"
"No sir, Mississippi."
"Here on pleasure or business?"
"My pleasure is at home waiting on my return, so, I guess I'm here on business."
He laughed hardily, "She must be something."
"Yes sir, she is that and more." I smiled thinking about her.
"What you here for?"
"Convention. Guest speaker." I silently patted myself on the back.
"Law enforcement huh?" I shook my head yes, as I took a drink, he continued, "Next one's on the house." he pointed at my glass, I nodded. Another customer brought his attention away from me and I looked around to see if there was a small table or somewhere else to sit besides the bar. Off in the corner, past the pool tables was a nice quiet spot, so I motioned to him I would be over there, he nodded.
I walked over and sat down, watching the crowd and listening to the band. I hadn't seen any familiar faces, but who knew, I'm not sure if anyone knew I was actually going to be attending.
My burger and fries came up and one of the waitresses brought them too me, along with another draft. I thanked her and she walked away. I saw her a bit later chatting with her co-workers and someone else. They kept looking at me, pointing and giggling.
I ate my food in peace, thinking about mom, and how much fun we had the last time we had gone out to the bar, and then not quite making it through the door before we had our clothes off and were making out on the couch.
She was all over me, wild and free, sitting astride of my lap, holding on to the back of the couch, her breast in my face. She pushed me into a sitting position on the sofa, and was on my shaft at once, gripping claws in to my shoulders, bouncing up and down on my rock hardness, kissing me like a mad woman!
I held her hips, trying to keep a rhythm with her, but it was no use, she was riding me like I was a bronco. I did manage to get a luscious tit into my mouth and suck it until she screamed and came all over me, pulling away and pushing down as hard as she could, forcing me deeper within her body.
"Come for me Bowen, shoot your load into me, fuck me so hard that you blow my mind!"
Yes, she was a bit drunk. I know better than to let her get that way, but after seeing her and Jose' together, I wondered what it would feel like if she took on the tequila again, and what she would do to me if I let her have her way. I will never regret it!
I held her down to me as she ground her hips into my lap, throwing her head back and growling with pleasure, allowing me to nibble at her breast, kiss her body, and hold her as she thrust herself deeper on me. Her hair spilling about her naked body, her eyes, sparkling with lust and heated emotion, her lips, parted just slightly as she sucked in air and licked them with lustful intent.
"Let go Bowen, let me feel your love," her eyes slightly closed, her facial expression that of an animal in heat. She pushed against my chest, her face within inches of mine, her tongue teasing my lips as she clamped around me.
No longer could I hold back, no longer did I want to. I groaned with pleasing assent and unloaded my seed deep with in her body. She pumped at me, and came as I did, releasing pent up animalistic rage and energy.
She collapsed against me, and I wrapped my arms around her, both of us grasping for air to recover from our intensity. She kissed me lightly, faint little kisses across my chest where she had dug her nails into my flesh.
I ran my hands up into her hair, holding her close at the back of her head, entangling myself in her more. Neither of us could move, for the lack of energy had overtaken us, and I lay my head back against the couch while she rested against me.
Slowly, we collected ourselves and made our way to the bedroom. Not once did we wake until the day had become the afternoon.
I was distracted from my memories by the same waitress when she came back over and sat down, making herself friendly, "Hi, I know you don't know me, but I was wondering if you might be related to the McCally's?"
I smiled at her, "No ma'am, can't say that I am." my southern accent clashed with her mid-west one.
"Well, my girlfriend over there thinks that you resemble one of the family, and I thought, maybe you might be related to James or Ron."
My mind screamed out! "Who?" I calmly asked her, my heart racing at the thought of...
"Well, you see, she thought you may have been Mike or one of the others. She seems to think that you look like the younger brother." she shrugged her shoulders.
"McCally? You said Ron McCally?" I tired not to sound to shocked.
"Yes, they own this pub, well, the family anyway."
"Hey, can I get another draft please?" I was trying to distract my runaway thoughts.
"Sure, I'll be right back." She picked up my empty glass and hurried away.
Was it true, was I sitting in the... no way? She came back and sat my beer down, I offer her the cash and she pushed it back at me, "it's on me." She brushed my hand, looking at me. I felt very uncomfortable all of the sudden.
"Hey, are there any photographs around this joint of the McCally's?" I asked, drinking down the last of my other beer.
"Yeah, there over there," she pointed to the wall close to the door. "I swear, up close like this, you look like Ron." she almost whispered, her eyes cutting through me.
I stood up and made my way back to the door, trying to make out the photographs in the darkened room. I glanced back over to the table where she stood with the other girl now, and looked back at the wall. What the fuck! Was that my dad?
