We were outside on the rear deck of Edgewater, the bar where my work had planned their monthly drinking binge. It was night and Keri was drunk. The rest of the staff were pretty lit too, but she was close to that point where you would feel that you were taking advantage of her if she came on to you. She was petite; small hands and feet on a five foot three frame. She had recently lost a tremendous amount of weight thanks to an elliptical she had saved up for. Her auburn hair was straight and thin, shiny no matter where you were. Her face was cute; a button nose and thin lips that curled into a devilish smile when you said something dirty. Her eyes were brown and sweet, light brown that glowed when the sun hit them.
I was doomed from the start when I met her. Married to a moron, she walked through tragedy after tragedy with the poise of a Zen master. She was a real person, down to earth and willing to give her time to anyone. Keri was the type of girl that many boys dreamt about at night in high school, the girl that talked to everyone, no matter their rank in the pecking order.
I had a girlfriend that was a rebound that hung on too long. Keri would listen to me bitch about her, all the while hiding the fact that her own love life was a mess. One of my co-workers told me that that Keri would count the ceiling tiles while her husband made love to her. I laughed as they said this, but in my head I saw Keri dripping with sweat and calling out my name. I wanted her. Plain and simple. It wasn't an overriding obsession; I had hooked up with another co-worker after I had dumped off the rebound garbage. But, it was always there in my mind.
So here she was, drunk at a staff outing and giggling next to me. She loved the movie The Prestige, so we had begun talking about it. Along the way, I cracked enough jokes to keep her occupied and happy. I genuinely enjoyed her company. She could make a room full of stockbrokers at ease with her presence.
So, Keri was drunk and separated from her loser husband that should be shot for letting a girl like this go. And here I was, dying to kiss her. She did have that look in her eyes; the look that guys pass off as being their imagination, the same look that could end up badly and awkward if one acted on it and it was wrong.
I felt my pulse quicken and my stomach churn as she continued to stare at me with that look. Was it that look?
"I never noticed, John, you've got a brown speckle in your right eye," she said.
It wasn't what I had expected. My dream of kissing her evaporated as I suddenly realized that I was misinterpreting her stare.
"Um, yeah," I said.
"I didn't mean to make you feel all self-conscious," she said as she stared in again.
"You didn't. I see it every morning I wake up. No problem, Keri."
"Can I look closer?" she asked, with a hint of that damned devilish grin.
Now I was just plain confused. Was she fucking with me? Was she hitting on me? Or, more likely, was she just plain drunk?
"Sure,but it'll cost ya," I kidded.
She didn't laugh. She just leaned in closer to get a better angle.
It had been a long time since a woman had been this close to me. Her breath was hot, smelling of beer and mint gum. Her perfume was fresh, like some fruity pear spray from bath and body. The harsh floodlights exposed every blemish of her face to me; a sight of a woman with several laugh lines forming as the years wore on. Also, there was a little scar on her right cheek, maybe a quarter of an inch long. She still looked breath-taking. If this was the worst she could look, than she was truly an angel. He pores were small, and her color even and slightly flushed from the booze.
I could feel myself begin to harden. I was always embarrassed of this unfortunate consequence, so I stooped over a bit. By doing so, I leaned in closer to dear, little Keri. She smiled and leaned in closer to me. Did she want a kiss? I knew I did, but what if she didn't? Things would be strange the next time we worked together.
Next thing I knew, her hand was on my chest. My heart pounded with nervous anticipation as I realized that I had the green light.
"Well?" she asked.
I grabbed her quickly as if my time would run out. I put my hands softly around her neck and rubbed the base of her thin jaw line. Her skin was soft and inviting. I started to think of other parts of her I wished to touch. My lips met with hers, parting and gliding across each other. It was the most amazing kiss I have ever experienced. She was truly like kissing a goddess; someone not of this place. My tongue danced slowly across hers and in to her awaiting mouth. She wrapped her hands around me as we continued our kiss. It was slow and deep, rolling and wet. Her taste was minty and sweet; her embrace was warm and arousing. I had forgotten all about my erection until now. As she pressed into me, her breasts caressed my chest.
I moaned into her mouth as her breasts pressed into me. I felt embarrassment warm me, but only for a moment. She moaned back and grabbed me tightly to her. He hips pressed into me as our tongues continued to dance around inside of each other's mouths. He hips ground into me as my hand slid down her neck and to her back.
Suddenly, I realized where we were. We were secluded enough, but if one of our co-workers made an errant turn, we would be caught.
"We need more privacy," I whispered in her ear.
"Why, you think we might get naughty?" she purred, her head tilted up in a smile to look me in the eyes.
"Do you want to get caught by our co-workers?" I said bluntly.
Her face changed. She understood completely.
"My truck. Let's go," she said as she dragged me by the hand back into the bar and out the front to the parking lot.
We scampered for her Durango, giggling like kids. She deactivated the alarm and we jumped in the back. Thank God that her truck was pinned on both sides by giant pick-ups. I knew that we'd be rocking the hell out of it soon.
"I've wanted you a long time," I gasped as we began to strip.
"Same here," she hissed as she pulled my shirt off.
Her body was warm and soft, perfectly ready for me. The light from the parking lot reflected off of every curve on her body. I smelled her sweet arousal as I pulled off her jeans. I paused and pulled back, admiring her form. She was thin, yet had a small belly, not a bulge, but some curve at the edge of her torso. Her bra was red and padded, cupping her breasts gently. Her panties were pale pink and a little loose, exposing parts of her that tantalized me.
"What's wrong?" she asked, misinterpreting the pause.
