One Night at the Bar

He sat at the end of the bar nursing his Jack and Coke. It had been a rough day at work and the idea of going home to an empty apartment just made it all the worse. As he drank, he looked around the quickly filling room letting his eyes roam from one woman to another. He made a mental note of several women who caught his eye when she walked into the bar.

He watched, as she walked over to the bar, not paying any attention to the many pairs of eyes flowing over her, mentally undressing her, lusting after her. She was tall and the dress she wore seemed designed for just her. He took a long look starting from the floor up. Strappy high heals, black nylons, calves tight and fit looking. Long and black, a slit on the side allowing full view of her legs as she walked. . When she moved, the dress also moved offering a flash of thigh or the hint of a garter strap. Her breasts full and high, encased within the heart opening of her dress; nipples hard and pushing against the fabric. She had a fair complexion with lush auburn hair and stunning eyes that seemed to take in everything at once. Red full lips which her would wet with the tip of her tongue driving all the men around her into their own private fantasy world. That is all but him.

Through out the evening he watched as she teased and taunted the men in the bar, Looking over the edge of her glass she would smile at someone, shifting slightly in her chair allowing a glimpse of her thighs, or a flash of her panties. With an almost dreamy look on her face, she would stroke her thighs, her face full of innocence of what she was doing, then turn back to the bar and smile. From where he sat, almost hidden by the edge of the room, he was not sure if she had even seen him as he watched her. Subtle strokes across her breast, running the tip of her tongue along the edge of her glass, quick flashes of her smooth thighs. Men and women watching fueled her desires, being in control was her addiction. He saw that in her, yet knew that he would possess her.
Several times men would walk up to her, ask to buy her a drink or whisper something in her ear and she would smile and dismiss them. Hope vanishing from their eyes, [and ] they turned to walk away. He waited and watched. He could feel his cock grow with each exhibition she offered. Finally, she turned and saw him looking at her. Instead of staring back at her, he shifted his gaze as if he was ignoring her. She stood, and gathering her things, she walked to his end of the bar, taking the stool beside his. Slowly she crossed her legs giving him a good look at her thighs and nylon encased pussy. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes saying everything. He stood, took her by the elbow and tossed a twenty on the bar before walking her out to his car. As they reached the car, he pushed her against it his mouth covering her as he kissed her hard. Her lips parted for his tongue and at almost the same time his tongue invaded her mouth his hand found her wet lips and her thrust a finger deep into her. She moaned into his mouth as she returned his kiss, her tongue dueling with his, pushing her hips against his hand as he fingered her. Just as quickly as it had started, he pulled away, opening the door for her before getting in behind the wheel, the engine roaring to life. She watched him as he drove. Dark hair, strong face. She parted her legs, pushing the dress to one side giving him a good view of her wet pussy, yet he did not look, his eyes never left the road as he drove. She was a bit unnerved; if it had been anyone else, she should have seen it as a challenge, he however seemed to be just ignoring her hints and seduction.

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Love and sex are not the same. With love you can ignore the imperfections..with sex, she usually points them out. Nightwatcher 2008