A Quickie then More

There is a giant tank on the bar. Chunks of pineapple and vodka. On a hot Sept. afternoon, it looked refreshing. Ice cold Stolichnaya Vodka infused with pineapple juice and large chunks of the yellow fruit. The first one went down way too quick and too easy. So Lisa slowed herself down on the second one, because that protein shake lunch was a long time ago. I didn’t call. She got a text. ” Capital Grille. 7:30 Tuesday. Red Dress.” She knew exactly which one. THAT red dress. She also knew that she would be wearing her silver heels and those black thigh highs. She slipped on her lacy panties. So there she sat. She’d worked the early morning news cast. Took a long shower, shaved herself smooth. She enjoyed the air flowing under a dress, especially on a warm day like today. She even spent a half hour on her hair. At 8:20 she was looking at her phone, when she sensed rather than saw me standing next to her. I had stepped into her personal space, I often did that. My chest touching her shoulder. I signaled to the bartender that I wanted the same drink. She was not going to give me the pleasure of a reaction. I was so….frustrating. At work she presented a weather report. But around me, I was always in charge. I had control over her. How she didn’t know. She brought the martini to her lips. Lips she had worked so hard to prepare, hours ago. I hadn’t even kissed her. Then I slide my hand down her back, so smoothly. That was the word for me. Smooth. Not my 8 O’clock shadow or hairy chest. My motions. My words. My moves. Always smooth. I placed my hand firmly on the small of her back. Then I started stroking her back through the thin dress. Damn me. She should have never told me about that secret spot. But I got it from her. Like her other secrets.

I owned this little sports bar, I whispered in Lisa’s ear ” Let’s go to the office in the back.” She loves my touch. My nails scratches her smooth skin. The electricity radiated from her back to every hair on her arms and neck. She pulled the glass from her mouth, just in time to gasp. Wanting to get the dirty deed over with quickly, she unzipped my pants to fish out my throbbing cock. Pumping at my cock, wanting me to shoot off so she could go to home, Lisa can’t help but to grind her butt into the couch in hopes of stemming the itch between her legs. Lisa can only pant in heat as I cupped her breasts and kneaded them till her nipples stood up at attention. Dress expertly unzipped by me, bra unhooked and removed, she squirmed atop the couch as I caressed her leg with my rough hands. Panting for breath as she squeezed her thighs tightly, she tried to press herself down into the cushions to prevent me from removing her panties. ” No………John……please! You promised me………no more sex………there would be no more sex!” I laughed to myself as I easily drew the lacy white panties down over her hips and off her heels. ” We won’t have sex, Lisa………unless you want to!” I advised. Pushing her sexy legs apart, I cupped her mound, then slide my middle finger up into her juicing snatch! ” Oooooooooooooooooooooooooo………ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” came the mewl from the squirming Latino as I finger-fucked her, then rubbed her ultra-sensitive clit. Lisa could only stare up in shock as I stood up from the couch and took off my shirt to bare my hairy chest. Legs being spread wide, Lisa wondered what I was up to as I crawled up between her legs. As I draped her legs over my shoulders, she feels my warm breath near her pussy.