I wanted her the moment she walked in the bar. I had been driving all day on my way to visit some old friends in western Massachusetts. It was late and I decided to get a drink then head back to the sleazy motel just down the road and get up early. The shabby bar was empty except for the bald headed bar tender with a pot belly and an old guy by himself at a back table with his head down on the table, holding a shot glass; the head of a buck with huge antlers hung from the wall over the bar. We were in the middle of nowhere so I was surprised when this sexy young woman walked in wearing tight faded jeans that strained against her round ass.
Our eyes met as soon as she entered then she looked away but I noticed a slight smile on her face. She had an exotic, hippy look about her—long curly black hair, dark olive skin, dangling earrings.She wore an old jean jacket that was embroidered with bright colored beads on the sleeves. I guessed she was in her early thirties—considerably younger than me. When she sat down at the other end of the bar, she glanced at me, that slight smile on her lips then looked away when the bar tender asked her what she wanted.
I heard her order a martini, which surprised me but I said to the bar tender,"Put it on my tab."
Our eyes met and we nodded, smiling at each other then she got up and walked over and sat down on the stool next to me. I could not believe how tight her jeans were and how they hugged her legs and hips. She put her small back pack on the floor and smiled.
"Thanks, mister--mind if I join you. My name's Sarah."
"Not at all—my name's Thom," I said then took a sip of my Jack Daniels.
Our eyes met again and she gave me that slight playful smile, both of us knowing something was brewing and wondering where this sudden meeting in a bar in the middle of nowhere would end.I knew the moment I saw her walk in that I wanted to fuck her and I had a feeling from the way she looked at me that she was interested in something happening. It sounds trite but there were definitely hot sparks flying.
When her drink came she picked it up and we clicked glasses. She smiled and looked me in the eye and said, "Here's to luck!"
"I'll drink to that," I said as I raised my glass then took another sip.
She took a sip of her martini then put her glass down and stirred the olive with her finger. She then put her finger in her mouth and licked it with her tongue, looking at me as she started sucking her finger. "Mmmmmmmmm—that's so good," she said,looking into my eyes."I love martinis."
I could not believe how sexy she looked licking and sucking her finger and my cock immediately got hard. I could tell by the way she looked at me as she licked her finger that she was enjoying teasing me. The sexual energy between us was growing rapidly and I suddenly appreciated her toast to luck. Things like this don't happen except in fantasies I thought, but here we were in a dinky bar in the middle of nowhere—two strangers-- both of us knowing we wanted to fuck each other. It was just a matter of time.
So what are you doing here?" she asked, taking another sip from her drink.
"I'm on my way to visit some old friends but needed to stop. I'm at the motel down the road."
"Nice. I'm on my way home from a conference and visiting friends and thought I would stop too. "I'm probably at the same motel you are----hmmm...serendipity," she said taking another sip from her drink then picked up the olive out of her glass and placed on her mouth, swallowed it, looking into my eyes with that slight sexy smile on her lips.
"You look interesting," she said, nodding,"like you think a lot. What do you do?"
"I'm a writer—novels, poetry."
"Cool. I like your eyes—eyes tell a lot about a guy and I like beards, she said glancing at my beard then back at my eyes, that same sexy smile on her lips.
"Thanks," I said, taking a sip of my drink, our eyes looking into each others eyes as if exploring a new territory.
"So, where's home?" I asked, finishing my Jack Daniels and motioned to the bartender for another one.
"New York," she answered. "Where are you from?"
"Maine."
"Oh, I was in Maine once a few years back... beautiful. I loved it." She finished her martini, smacking her lips, "Mmmmm, that was good. I could go for another one," she said, looking at me just as the bar tender put down my glass. I pointed to hers—"She'll take another one."
"Thanks," she said then took her jean jacket off and put it on top of her back pack on the floor. She was wearing a skimpy black tank top that could barely contain her big tits and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. I moaned to myself when I saw her tits and her nipples making little peaks on her tight tank top. Her cleavage was driving me crazy. She smiled and looked into my eyes, knowing she was getting me hot. She glanced down at my crotch and could see my sudden hard cock bulging in my jeans. Neither of us said anything but it was clear our lust for each other was climbing rapidly.
When her martini came, we clicked glasses again then taking swigs of our drinks looking into each others eyes, smiling silently, reading each others thoughts. She rotated on her bar stool and faced me and sat with her legs spread apart so that I could see her crotch and how the seam of her faded tight jeans pressed into her pussy, sending me a message that she was opening herself to me. I faced her too, my legs spread apart and she could see the outline of my cock as it was straining to break out of my jeans. We were clearly teasing each other as our knees touched.
She lifted her martini to her mouth and took another sip while I did the same with my drink. Our eyes locked on each others as we drank, both of us feeling the effects, knowing we wanted each other, our lust growing, our inhibitions fading.
"So what do you do in New York?" I asked, swirling my drink, letting the ice cubes clink.
"I'm a professor at NYU and write articles on feminism and other women issues. I'm in the Women's Studies Department."
"So are you a strident feminist?"
"I am," she said, "very strident. In fact several hours ago I delivered a paper at the conference on the professional woman in a man's world and was dressed in handsome pant suit, my hair in a tight bun." She then glanced over at the bartender whose back was to us and then reached forward and started to rub my cock. "Mmmm....nice." she moaned.
I put my hand on top of hers as she rubbed my cock, surprised at her aggressiveness.
