Thoughts on an ever-evolving life

A Drink on Tuesdays

I am sitting alone at the Bar, drowning my loneliness in one more drink.

I catch you watching me from the other end of the bar and softly smile at you as I watch you out of the corner of my eye.

You rise from your seat and come sit next to me, shyly asking if you could buy me another drink.

I say, “Well, I wasn’t going to have any more tonight. But, one more wouldn’t hurt.”

You signal to the bartender to deliver another round and we begin to talk. We talk and laugh, about nothing in particular, but a little bit of everything just the same.

I toss my hair, lightly lick my lips and gently brush my hand across your arm or leg, every change I get. You slowly and subtly move closer and closer to me until we have a source of constant body to body contact.

Our fingers soon begin lightly touching, caressing, tantalizing and teasing. My eyes show a rising desire and yours flash to black.

“Would you come with me, NOW?” you growl at me. I slide from my stool and simply whisper, “Yes.”

You take me by the hand and lead me out the front door and toward the parking lot, the whole time my feet barely touching the ground as I float toward the promise of what is yet to come.

Just one short block until the parking lot and you jerk me off balance and between two dirty brick buildings. Slamming me against the wall, you grasp my face between your strong and sweating palms and begin to consume my mouth with yours. Your tongue twists and turns with great urgency in time with mine. The gasps for breath, the wonderful wet, lapping sounds and the low moans flood our ears.

You suddenly pull back from me, look into my wanton eyes and growl, “NOW! I NEED YOU NOW!”

You grasp my shoulders, spin me around and use one hand to pin my face against the rough brick façade. Your free hand lifts my skirt, pulling it up until it is firmly anchored under the thumb of your hand still holding me in place. You then reach down, and without any tenderness or care, remove my silky panties in one violent rip.

I hear the clanking of your buckle and the unzipping of your pants, followed almost immediately by an all-consuming, heart stopping gasp from my own throat as you ram your engorged cock into my unsuspecting, but dripping wet cunt.

You are brutal, uninhibited, rough and forceful as you continue the assault. In a guttural, grunting, breathless voice, you inform me, “I am going to cum NOW!”

In a breathless, desiring and pleading voice, I answer, “Yes, Sir.” Those two words send you tumbling, crashing and falling over the edge as you bury your cock into the deepest recesses of my hole and release your full load in a body quaking spasm.

The sensation of your orgasm alone pushes me over my own peak and I release a flood of juices down my leg, landing in a puddle on the dirty pavement beneath.

You release my neck and take a step back. I slowly spin and rest my weary legs as I lean against the strong building. You straighten yourself, as I do the same, picking up and placing the torn panties neatly into my purse.

We stand and look at each other in awkward silence. I break it with a polite, “Well thank you….um sorry. I didn’t get your name.” You just smile and reply, “That’s OK. I didn’t get yours either. I will be back here next week, same time.” A smile spreads across my lips that carries all the way to my eyes and I answer, “See you then.”

We exit the alley and go our separate directions, until next week.

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17 thoughts on “A Drink on Tuesdays

  1. Annie B on said:

    From the mind of Minolta . . .

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  2. Professor Wild on said:

    Ahh…I was wondering where those torn panties came from. Guess I’d better start doing some more drinking on Tuesdays…..

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I like your bar.

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