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Selina and Dave go at it

By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer NormanPublished 15 days ago 5 min read

Selina rarely ever wore make up, so when she was sitting in front of her vanity carefully applying her eyeshadow and lipstick, the gods above knew where she was going and what she was looking for. She was like a hungry tiger looking for some soul food after a starvation period that went on far too long for a broken heart after a break-up. She carefully looked at herself in the mirror. Her flaming red locks were curled at the bottom at her shoulders. Her hot maroon lipstick had been applied perfectly to her plump lips. Her violent green eyes sparkled as if she was a teenager kissing a boy for the first time. She smiled into the mirror, happy with her appearance.

She walked to the closet and slipped on her sexiest dress. It was silky and stretched over every curve from her soft breasts to her contoured ass and quit hiding flesh right above the knees. She then sat on her bed lovingly pulling up stockings and clipped them to her lingerie. She wore no panties with the lingerie. She didn't want anything in the way in case Mr. Hot just happened to show up.

Then she got into her car and drove to the martini bar. Secretly, she hated Martinis, but she knew that Dave was a fan of that drink. She hoped maybe he'd be there. She'd only been with him one time, but she had never experienced a better lover and she wanted more.

When she got to the bar, she walked in and scanned the room to see if she spotted him. She didn't see him so she went to sit at the bar and order a martini. As she took dainty sexy sips of her martini (pretending that she was enjoying it) she noticed the different men and women at the bar. A pair of females giggling together, a single man playing with his cell phone, and a couple who were looking like they had mingled enough to be leaving in a hot hurry soon. Selina looked over the man stuck on his cellphone, but he never once looked up at her so she lost interest quickly. She hoped the martini would give her a buzz so she wouldn't sit there too long feeling disappointed and bored.

By the time she was almost finished with her drink, she felt a tingle go up her spine and she knew it was not from the beverage. Someone had caressed her back. She turned her head halfway to the left to see if she could see who was responsible for making her feel alive, and there he was -- in stunning granduer -- Dave!

He never looked better. His hair had gotten long, the waves of dark blackish silk falling around his sexy face. He had stayed buff, his muscles were showing through the tight beige polo he was wearing. He was still a yuppy jock and she still thought he was too hot for his own good. She bit her lip in ecstasy thinking seeing him was the best thing that had happened to her all year.

"Hello Selina," he sang with his musical windpipe as he quickly took a seat next to her.

"Long time no see," Selina hummed back.

"Too long?" he asked motioning for the bartender, who immediately whipped up his favorite martini. Dave was a regular there.

"You know it," Selina confessed giving him a look that said 'just put it on me now'.

Dave smiled. After the bartender set his martini in front of him, he sipped it quietly looking over Selina's dress and hair. Then he set the martini back on the counter and began to seduce her with his voice and conversation.

"You look sexy as hell," he said, "How bad have you been missing me?"

"Thank you," she said for the compiment, then retorted towards his arrogance, "I'm not missing you at all. You're right here."

He put his hand on her back again, trailing his fingers down her spine, sending those tingles through her body. He was already acquainted with her erogoneous zones.

"You want me badly," he said, "You put make-up on."

"I just thought it would be fun to leave lipstick on someone's collar," she said laughing.

"You are a terrible liar," he told her but laughed anyway. He sipped his martini and saw that both of them were almost finished with their drinks.

"I have something for you in my car," he whispered in her ear and she began to get wet having his face so close to hers. She was desperate to kiss him but was trying so hard to retain her composure.

"Who's lying now?" she said smiling flirtatiously at him, looking at him with lust and admiration in her eyes. "You could not have known I would show up here tonight."

"I've had it in my car for a long time. Since the last we danced," he told her romantically. "Come on, I'll show you." They walked out of the bar together, and Dave took her hand in his as a extra romantic gesture. She didn't pull her hand back, instead just enjoying the warmth of touching him. He led her to his car - a white Nissan Murano - and they stood at the passenger door. He let go of her hand and pulled the key out of his pocket to unlock the door. Then he opened the door widely and began to look inside.

"Where did I put it?" he said outloud with an aggitated tone, but to Selina it seemed he was putting on some kind of show.

"Really Dave," she said standing there ready to laugh, "You don't have to pretend like this. I still think you're super hot."

He stood up out of his car in front of her staring at her in silence. Looking at all her delicious curves and letting his eyes eat every inch of her. Then he rushed at her, pinned her against the back passenger door and rubbed his hard throbbing bulge against her, between her hips as his kiss came crashing down upon her lips. She sucked on his tongue like it was the finest thing that have entered her mouth. She almost whimpered at the feeling of his manhood set right where it needed to be. Without thinking, she threw her arms aroudn his neck and pulled him closer, her leg hiked up and also pulled him into her. They kissed for what seemed an eternity both bodies igniting to the flame that was screaming for completion for was what was started.

Conversation was all body language now. Every move she and he made firmly stated that desire was all that mattered. She thrust her hips at him as if they were naked. He slipped his hand under her dress so he could feel her wetness. When he discovered she wore not panties with her garter, his cock throbbed even harder.

"Oh hell no," he mumbled and quickly undid the zipper of his jeans. He couldn't wait anymore.

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