I see you. Watching me from the corner of the room. Waiting for the right moment to come over. I know you want me. I can feel your eyes on me, undressing me. And I like it. I watch you shift in your seat as I take the cherry from my drink and and put it to my lips, licking the whiskey that clings to it before popping it into my mouth, and I know I’m making you hard. I wonder to myself what your dick looks like, and realize how wet the thought of your erection is making me. I need some air. I slip out the back of the bar, but not before I look right into you. Out of the corner of my eye I see you get up, and I know it’s on.
I make it outside, but before I know it I’m being spun around to face you. There are no words needed-sexual tension fills the space between us. You push me up against the alley wall, the brick scr****g my bare legs as you f***e your mouth on mine. I offer no resistance as your tongue pushes past my lips. My god you are delicious. Your hands are all over me, exploring my body. I love it. I can feel that rock hard cock straining against your jeans, demanding satisfaction. I am more than happy to oblige. I run my hand along the length of you as I reach to unleash the pleasure you have waiting for me. I fumble with your fly, but within seconds my hand is stroking you. I gasp at how big you are, and wetness pools between my thighs as I imagine you taking me here and now. But not yet.
I pull away from you and drop to my knees. I need to taste you. I wrap my pretty little mouth around your rock hard cock. I hear the moan escape your lips, feel you stiffen even more as I run my tongue down every inch of you. I slowly work your cock, licking and sucking the head, swirling and flicking my tongue, driving you crazy with want. I feel your hand tangled in my hair-feel you thrust deep into my mouth. I greedily take all you give me, sucking you deep, letting your cock head rub on the back of my throat. Gagging as I take you deeper with every thrust. I love hearing how much I please you. My lace panties are soaking wet as I suck you harder and faster. I can feel you getting close.
I stop and look up at you with eyes begging you to fuck me. You do not disappoint me. Crashing me into the wall, you reach up my skirt and are met with the want I have for you. You waste no time, ripping them off and slamming your cock deep inside me. I can’t contain myself as I cry out at how your huge cock fills my tight wet pussy. You growl in approval and fuck me harder, my legs wrapped around you as you push yourself deeper and deeper inside me. You feel so fucking good. Oh fuck yessss. I can feel myself shatter into a thousand pieces as I cum in wave after wave. My orgasm is too much for you, and you blow, pumping your white hot cum deep inside my pussy, making me cum again when you do.
We finish, and, without a word, go back inside. You to your table, and me to my seat at the bar. I order another whiskey sour. Smiling, I think to myself that I should come back tomorrow night. Maybe you’ll be here. We can have round two. And maybe then I’ll tell you my name.