It had been one of those days. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. I had just left the office after a twelve-hour day. On my way home I stopped off at my favorite bar, knowing that it was going to be packed with college kids. After all it was Friday, but I needed a drink. As I got out of my car, I could hear the music playing. I pulled off my tie, locked the car and walked in. One of the things I liked about this bar is that they didn't play the music so loud you couldn't talk with the person standing next to you. It was a condition I stipulated in the contract when I invested in it. I walked through the door and headed for the bar. Eddy, already behind the bar, he saw me and came over to say hi and pour my usual drink. As we talked about the crowd in the bar tonight and my hard day he began to pour a twenty five year old casket aged single malt scotch. I had no plans on staying late, I just needed to unwind before heading home to relax, watch the race maybe order a pizza.
As I was finishing my drink, Eddy walked over and poured another for me. I was a little surprised, because I didn't ask for a second. When Eddy looked up at me after pouring he told me, "From the blond at the table in the corner, the small one with the two friends."
I followed his outstretched finger and saw her staring at me. There was nothing extraordinary about her, she was very "plain" but there was something that kept my attention. I raised my glass to thank her and sat back down to enjoy my drink. I wonder if she knew how much this drink cost.
When I looked back up, she was standing next to me. Eddy wasn't kidding. She was small. Five foot three and just over a hundred pounds. Her hair was short, just below her chin. It was straight except for the sharp curl at the ends. Her eyes were the most stunning things about her, an amazing deep blue that just captured me. I couldn't take my eyes off them. We introduced our selves and began to talk. She was twenty-three, a grad student finishing her engineering masters, applying to work for a motorcycle racing team. I smiled at that, I love racing, and so did she.
My plans changed in that moment, the race could wait another day. I called Eddy over, asked if my table was open, and led her to the roped off staircase, past the guard, and up to the balcony. It was quiet here, allowing us to talk easier. We went ahead and ordered more drinks and some dinner. We talked about everything and nothing, getting into arguments about who was the best racer, the best team, the best motorcycles. All through this though I could not take my eyes off of hers. They were captivating.
Before I knew it, it was two-thirty. Shannon, Eddy's wife and manager of the bar, came over to get our glasses and remind us that the bar was closing. Shocked at the time, I offered my new friend a ride to her apartment. When she countered by saying that that wouldn't be necessary, and I saw a slight grin on her face I knew what she meant.
As we stepped out of the bar into the cool morning air, I noticed her shiver a bit. I took off my coat and draped it over her shoulders. She smiled up at me, towering over her at six feet tall. She leaned into me then, and our lips met in a short but powerful kiss. Unlocking my BMW, I opened the passenger door and helped her in. The drive to my house was short and quiet, nothing needing to be said, we just listened to the music on the radio.
She was impressed with my house. A medium sized brown stone toward the edge of town, over looking the river. Being a senior vice president at a brokerage firm had its benefits.
She was still wearing my jacket as we walked into the house. She asked questions about the paintings, sculptures, the architecture, all which I answered while I watched her walk through the house. I just watched her as she stood studying the suit of Japanese armor in my living room. I walked up behind her, placed my hands on her shoulders and leaned down and kissed the crook of her neck. She took a sharp intake of breath and moaned softly.
I took my jacket off her shoulders, tossing it on the couch. Her top was tied behind her neck and open down the back. Holding her, I ran my fingers down her spine from her neck to the belt on her low rider jeans, feeling her shiver at my touch. Spinning her around, pure passion controlling my actions now I held her face in my hands and kissed her forcefully. She kissed me back with equal force, wrapping her arms around my neck tightly, allowing me to lift her and carry her to my bedroom.
My bedroom took up almost the entire second floor of the house. As we stumbled into my room, I dumped her onto my bed. She looked up at me with lust in her eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed she reached up behind her neck and untied the strap there, allowing her top to fall, exposing her small firm breasts. I sat down as she stood up and began to take off the rest of her cloths.
I was mesmerized as she moved her hips to unheard music. Smiling at me, she unbuttoned her jeans and slowly worked them over her hips and down her toned thighs, it was obvious she was a runner. Her black silk thong split her smooth ass into two hemispheres. She slipped her high-heeled shoes off and worked her jeans the rest of the way off her legs. Still moving her hips, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and began to take them off.
"Wait," I said. She looked at me. "Come here."
She started to walk toward me, "down."
With a devilish grin she got onto her hands and knees and began to crawl to me. Keeping eye contact, she slid her hands up my thighs, over my stomach and up my chest. She pulled my head down and we kissed. She began to unbutton my shirt exposing my muscled chest and flat stomach. Kissing her way down my chest, she undid my belt and pants. I lifted my hips so she could work my pants off my legs. Leaving me only in my boxer briefs, she worked her way back up my chest, stopping to toy with my nipples.
