by Jack Dean
(09/26/07)
I was halfway through my second beer when she slammed onto the stool beside me. Her sudden appearance and the slap-jangle of her purse on the bar echoed her tight white lips and vertical crease between her eyes. She looked me in the eye with her hard brown ones and announced her need for a drink.
I twitched a finger at the bartender, pointed at the two glasses in front of me, and held up two fingers. Within moments, two shot glasses full of sunshine and two drafts sat on the bar. I pushed one of each over in front of her. She raised an eyebrow.
"Cuervo Gold. Good for what ails you," I said. I licked the base of my thumb and sprinkled on some salt. Holding a lime slice with that hand and the tequila with the other, I performed the time-honored ritual: lick, drink, suck. She did the same.
As she tossed her head back, I admired the way her breasts strained at the fabric of her plain white blouse. The sheer fabric and push-up bra enhanced their already powerful sexiness. I had to look away quickly as she slammed the glass to the bar and grabbed her beer.
A shrill ring from her purse startled me again. She snatched a cell phone out and studied the screen for only a moment before punching the power button and putting it back.
"Bastard," she said. "Fuck you." She was not talking to herself, either. She said it loud enough that I knew she meant for me to hear. I shifted slightly to give my growing erection room to breathe, then signaled the bartender for another round.
This time, I watched, appreciated, and caught her slight smile as she saw what I was doing. My return smile sealed the deal.
"Hard day?" Lame, yeah, but you have to start somewhere.
"Stupid husband. Fuck him! Fuck her, too. Whore!"
Uh-oh. When I looked, I saw the ring. Well, what the hell, I hadn't taken mine off, either. I knew then why she was there. I was okay with it. I'd take a grudge fuck as soon as the next guy. Except I was the next guy. I practically drooled.
Several things I like about tequila: it puts your brains in your crotch and takes the brakes off your tongue.
"Why don't we get out of here. You can tell me about it. Sometimes that helps." Did I really say that? I cringed inside, waiting for the lightning to strike.
She just smiled and winked. "Sounds good. Talking might help."
Her smile said that talking was not on her mind. My dick said that it agreed wholeheartedly. And then some. I laid two twenties on the bar, huge tip, but Hitch had been taking care of me for a long time. He smiled and winked.
I made sure to stay a step behind as we walked toward the door. Well, I walked. What she did was something totally different. Her ass was perfectly round inside her black slacks, and it moved in ways that screamed for a body to pound against it. After two steps, I walked straight-legged and bow-legged at the same time -- that special walk that says a man has the boner of a lifetime going on. I didn't care. I only had eyes for her ass.
In the parking lot, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the back of the bar. She stopped beside the air conditioning unit and snatched me up against her. Her hands fumbled at my belt.
"Here?" I had to almost shout over the noise. "We're right out in the open!"
"Fuck me!" She cried. "I don't care! Just fuck me!"
Well OK, then.
My jeans fell around my ankles, and her slacks followed them down within a second. She lifted her left leg, and I grabbed it with my right hand, sliding up the back of her smooth thigh to grab that glorious ass. We repeated the act on the other side. With her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, and my hands grasping her ass, we moved together.
She was hot, tight, and wet, ready for me, so I didn't wait. No foreplay, this was just plain sex. Fucking, pure and simple.
I rammed into her, and she grunted. "Hard. Fuck me hard, dammit!" I was. I did.
I slammed into her again and again, ramming her against the rough bricks.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I did, I did, I did.
Her pussy was tight and wet, and my cock was hungry. In only a couple of minutes, I gave out. I couldn't hold it any longer, and I exploded into her with a final lunge so deep I thought I felt the wall through the back of her pussy.
She screamed and clenched her arms so tight, I thought she intended to break my neck as she bucked. Her pussy spasmed around me, again and again, milking every last drop, as she added plenty of her own.
My knees turned to rubber, and we slid down the wall, reluctantly pulling apart. For minutes, all we could do was gasp. Finally, she put a hand behind my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Long and slow with brief breaks for breath. Just the way I like it.
I broke off the kiss. "Your turn next week." Gasp. "What you got in mind?"
She grinned that devilish grin of hers, the one that's so sexy it hurts. "I think 'Woman Broken Down by the Side of the Road.' Think you can borrow Hank's lift truck?"
"I'll get it. He owes me from way back. We'll talk about when and where later on."
We stood, wobbled, and pulled our clothes on. Then, I walked her to her car. After another of those "There Is a God" kisses, I said: "I love you, Sara."
"I love you, too, baby. See you at home."
"I'm right behind you."
"Good, you know I like it that way." She patted my cheek and drive off.
I has getting hard again, already. Damsel in Distress, huh? I had some planning to do. In the truck cab, the back seat of the car? Maybe a chase through the woods? Hmmm. So many possibilities...
