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 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. 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 was small—a little over five feet tall. 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 bar in the corner next to the wall, she glanced over at me, that slight smile on her lips, then 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 at each other. She then 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. My name is Sarah."
"Nice name," I said. "Mine's Thom."
I took a sip of my Jack Daniels. Our eyes met again, 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 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 and that we were going to fuck.
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 no where—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.
"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 visiting friends and thought I would stop too. I'm probably at the same motel you are----hmmm serendipity," she said,then picked up the olive out of her glass, placed on her mouth and swallowed it, licking her lips with her tongue, looking into my eyes with that slight little sexy smile on her lips.
"So, where's home?" I asked.
"New York," she answered. "Where are you from?"
"Maine."
"Oh, I was in Maine once a few years back," Sarah said. "Beautiful. I loved it"
Just then she 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 hard cock bulging in my jeans.
Neither of us said anything but it was clear our lust for each other was climbing rapidly.
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 tight jeans pressed into her pussy. 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.
She then glanced over at the bar tender whose back was to us and then reached forward and started to rub my cock. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm.....nice," she moaned.
I put my hand on top of hers as she rubbed my cock."Ohhhh baby that feels good."
As she leaned forward I could see her cleavage and with my other hand reached forward and started rubbing one of her tits with the palm of my hand, squeezing it and heard her moan again, "mmmmmmmmm baby I like that."
She continued to rub my cock as I held my hand on her tit, loving how soft it was and how hard her nipple felt against my palm as I squeezed.
