I averted my stare as she looked at me, and was caught when my gaze returned to her. I noticed a smile caress her lips as she hastily scanned my face and frame. She placed her glass on the bar, spoke to the bartender, then rose from the stool. She walked past me, looking straight ahead as she headed toward the ladies. I watched her hips swing in a tantalizing invitation as she moved in her four-inch black heels.
She returned in just a few minutes. This time as she passed me she gave me a smile. She returned to her seat and, once again, displayed the sexy expanse of leg and thigh as she hitched herself on the stool.
A young lawyer-type took the stool to her right and tried to engage her in conversation. She essentially had her back to him, and I saw her twist her head around. Whatever she said to him seemed to dampen his ardor somewhat, and he departed for a table near the center of the room. The stool on her left was unoccupied. She seemed to scan the room leisurely as she sipped her libation.
The music in the background thumped a driving beat. I saw her foot in motion in time to the music. Other than that, she seemed oblivious to her surroundings, limiting her interactions to order a second, and then a third drink from the bartender. She glanced my way again, catching me examining her. She nodded and stood up at her place on the bar. I saw her pull a napkin toward her and retrieve a pen from the purse she carried. She scribbled something, emptied her glass and turned directly toward me. In four steps she reached my booth, slipped the napkin on the table and turned for the exit.
“Let’s do this,” the note read.
I paid my tab to the bartender and made my way to the door. As I left the cool air of the bar I could see her standing next to a small, green import. I walked toward her.
“Would you rather drive?” I asked.
“No,” she said, holding up her keys.
I took them, opened the door for her and was treated to another view of her long, luxurious legs as she swiveled into the seat. I closed the door carefully and rushed around the rear toward the driver’s door.
As I slid behind the wheel I asked her: “Any destination in mind?”
“You know the Sleepy Nest?”
“Yes,” I replied. It wasn’t exactly top of the line, but neither was it a rent-by-the-hour hellhole.
As I pulled out of the parking lot I felt her hand rest on my thigh. She stroked it up and down, eventually bumping against the growing erection that had begun to swell in my pants. I glanced at her and saw her looking straight ahead with a knowing smile creasing her features.
“Do you already have a room?” I asked, trying hard to concentrate on the driving.
“One twenty-seven,” she replied. “Ground floor. External entrance.”
The sign for the Sleepy Nest glowed white and green in the night. I pulled into the entrance and followed her directions, parking in front of the room. I shut off the car and climbed out, prepared to run round the back to open her door. She had already sprung away from the vehicle and stood at the room door, working the lock with her key. I walked toward her as she swung the door open and clicked on a low-wattage bulb. I stepped into the room and she closed the door behind me.
She tossed the key and her purse on the counter and turned toward me. She began tugging at the buttons on her blouse. In seconds she had it open and pulled out of her dark skirt. She wore a frilly, flimsy bra which she ignored as she unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt.
“Are you going to undress?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure,” I said, beginning to work my own shirt buttons.
Her skirt slipped down her thighs and I saw I’d guessed right. She wore a sheer, silken half-slip underneath. When that disappeared down those long, shapely legs, she was left standing in those four-inch heels, her bra, and a matching bikini-style pair of panties.
I shucked my shirt off and began to lift my undershirt over my head when I felt her hands attack my trousers. She unhitched my belt and slid it out of the pants, tossing it into a chair. She deftly unhooked my trousers, fondling my engorged cock as she slid the zipper down. The next I knew, I stood in front of her clad only in my shorts, socks and loafers.
“You do the shoes and socks while I get this,” she said urgently, reaching behind her to unclasp the brassiere. I sat in the chair on top of my clothing and pulled off my shoes and socks, watching her proud breasts spill out of the bra as she slid the arm straps off her shoulders.
She turned to face me, took a step closer so that her panties were right at the level of my nose and nearly touching my face.
“You want to do these?” she asked, hitching her thumbs in the negligible waistband.
“Yeah, sure,” I replied. I reached up and my hands met hers. I gently tugged downward, watching transfixed as her tightly trimmed red landing strip came into view. The tiny garment slid down to pool at her ankles.
I couldn’t resist the temptation of leaning forward just enough so that my lips could touch her pussy. I was amazed to find how moist she was. I stuck my tongue into her slit for my first taste of her essence.
She stepped back and out of her panties. Her hand cupped under my cheeks.
“Time for that later,” she whispered hoarsely. “Get your shorts off for me.”
I stood up and pulled down my shorts, tugging the waistband forward to clear my fully engorged cock. I was stunned when she dropped to one knee in front of me and grasped my rod in both her hands. She pulled me and leaned in, opening her lips to absorb the shaft of flesh in front of her.
“Hmmm,” she hummed hungrily, licking and sucking at my member. It was as if she hadn’t eaten for days and was presented with a succulent piece of meat. She sucked it fully into the back of her throat and eased me out with a series of delicate licks and kisses.
She stood up in front of me, pulling me to my feet with her hands on my arms.
“I assume you want me to keep the shoes on,” she murmured.
“That’s fine,” I replied in a murmur.
She eased back toward the bed, grasping the cover and pulling it quickly to the floor. She eased onto it and lay back, spreading her legs and patting her pussy.
“Come fuck me,” she said huskily. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”
I eased down onto the bed between her legs. She grasped my meat and guided it to her entrance. I felt her heat and pushed forward. Her flesh accepted mine easily. The grip was tight, but the moisture had lubricated her so well that I was balls-deep inside her in a trice.
She groaned. “Oh, fuck! Yes!” she mouthed softly. “That feels so good!”
I had to agree. I stayed still for a moment to allow both of us to become accustomed to the sensations. After a short interlude I began to move slowly in and out of her warm, moist flesh.
“Um hmmm!” she hummed.