She sat in the restaurant, alone, waiting for her date. She wore a silky red dress with a slit up high on her thigh, revealing long, slim legs that went on for miles. The back was cut low, and the front cut so low it hardly left anything to imagination. Her dark curly hair tangled down around her shoulder, accentuating her full, round breasts. She had a classic beauty. Her green cat-eyes sparkled and her lush red lips sat in a pout. She sat and drank her martini, casually glancing at the clock behind the bar to check the time.
The man at the end of the bar saw her every move. And when he noticed she was nearing the end of her drink, he paid for and sent her another. When she inquired to the waiter as to who had sent it, the waiter pointed out the man at the bar. She slowly rose to her feet, picked up her purse and drink, and moved to sit next to the man.
“I wanted to thank you for my drink”, she said, her thick, honeyed voice made his cock grow hard.
“It was my pleasure. I couldn’t help but notice that you were alone. I found myself wondering why.”
“It seems my date stood me up. And it’s such a shame; I had plans for the two of us.” Her mouth formed a smile that seduced. The man was greatly tempted to take her right there. To shove her down on the bar top and to hell with whoever saw.
“Your welcome for the drink.”
“I was hoping that perhaps I could thank you in a much more satisfying way.”
“What did you have in mind?” He all but screamed with the blood flow to his cock.
“My place is just around the corner.