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Afternoon Delight

Chance encounter?

By Jean SumrallPublished 5 years ago 4 min read

The woman paused just inside the doorway of the lounge to let her eyes adjust to the dark interior. Noticing an empty stool at the bar, she walked over and sat down.

“What can I get for you?” the bartender asked as he looked at her ample cleavage.

“I’ll have a tequila Collins, please,” she replied, placing a ten on the counter. She smiled at the bartender.

“Yes, mam, coming right up.” He moved to fix her drink, glancing once more at her breasts. He imagined his face buried in them. He set her drink in front of her and was rewarded with her beautiful smile.

“Thank you,” she said. She sipped her drink and glanced around the room. Two men were playing a game of pool while another chose songs on the jukebox. The tequila Collins tasted good as the familiar buzz of the alcohol relaxed her.

A shaft of light entered the darkness of the lounge. In the doorway was the silhouette of a well-built man. The woman turned to look at him as he made his way to the bar and sat on a stool next to her. He ordered a tall bourbon seven. When the bartender placed his drink before him, he stirred it with the straw and drank deeply.

“Hi,” he said, taking in her beauty.

“Not yet,” she laughingly replied. She flipped her long mane of hair over one shoulder and looked at him. He was handsome, there was no doubt about that. She appreciated the way his shirt hugged his manly chest. His easy confidence and rugged good looks were as intoxicating as her drink, and she wondered what he was like in bed.

“Do you come here often?” he asked, looking deeply into her eyes.

She smiled, thinking how to answer that corny line. “No, I usually come in bed.”

He chuckled at her response. Her flirting made him feel bolder. He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, “I usually come in a wet pussy.”

Her laughter caused the three men to look her way. Even the bartender looked up from filling the ice bin. He couldn’t help but feel the building sexual tension between the woman and the man sitting beside her.

“Would you like to dance?” he nodded to a space near the jukebox.

“Okay,” she said, sliding off her barstool.

He watched her walk over to the jukebox. Her walk was sexy without being overly obvious. Her waist-length hair swayed as she moved. He wanted to make love to her right then, but was willing to play the game of cat and mouse for the time being.

She turned to embrace him in a slow dance. The music was sensual, and she leaned into his body. He returned the pressure holding her close, his hands behind her back. As they swayed to the music, she noticed he was wearing her favorite cologne. She inhaled deeply of it and lightly kissed his neck. His lips grazed her cheek before kissing her lips.

“You smell good,” she said in a husky voice.

“You feel good,” he responded, holding her tighter against his body.

The song ended and they returned to their chairs. She finished her drink, hoping it would quench the flames of desire deep in her belly. He was one hunk of a sexy man and she wanted him badly.

The man gulped his drink down and ordered another round for them. He turned on his bar stool to face her. Running his fingers through her long hair, he thought how good it would feel on his naked body. He caressed her cheek, and pulled her close for another kiss. She returned it with a passion that surprised both of them. Her heart was beating and her breath quickened. She reached for her drink to slow things down. She needed time to think.

He watched her try to regain her composure. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. The urgency was building in his loins. He had to have her! When she excused herself to go to the ladies’ room, he saw his chance. He watched her go into the bathroom and then quickly got up and followed her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked coming out of a stall.

“I want to make love to you right here and now,” his voice low as he approached her.

“I want you to make love to me right here and now,” she said, stepping into the handicapped stall. He followed her and backed her up against the tiled wall.

He hiked up her skirt and was surprised and pleased to discover she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He put his hand between her legs and felt her wetness. She moaned softly and spread her legs. He reached his fingers up into her wet cunt. He finger-fucked her until he could stand it no longer. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hot dick.

She helped him guide it into her waiting snatch. It slid easily into her as she gasped at the size of it.

“Give it to me, give it to me now!” she demanded.

He rammed into her and felt her pulsating climax. A few more deep strokes, and he shot his hot wad deep into her. His knees were trembling and so were hers. He released her and pulled up his pants. She straightened her skirt and smoothed her long hair.

“That was great, baby,” he said.

“Yes, it was,” she replied as she watched her husband walk out of the bathroom.

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About the Creator

Jean Sumrall

I have led an amazing life with many varied interests including loving road trips, being a professional belly dancer, hand carving selenite, providing wise woman advice and intuitive readings for current problems. I love my life. Do you?

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