It had been a long day at work. My regular lover had cancelled on me days before and I was sorely disappointed. Masturbation just wasn't taking the edge off. I said to myself "Fuck it" and drove to a local bar where I like the staff and they have generous pours. I was wearing a tight little black sweater and black legs and my hair and makeup were perfect. I spent a few minutes chatting up the local patrons. Just chilling really.
I happen to look up and in walks this tall drink of water. GQ looking very handsome Italian man with great hair and a moustache and goatee. I love that look on men, it frames their lips and he had such a twinkle in his eye.
He sat next to me and ordered... wait for it... a "sody pop"...I'm thinking, "Are you fucking kidding me? You look like liquid sex and this is your order?" He catches me grinning into my wine and introduces himself as Mario. I exchange pleasantries with him but I can feel heat coming off him. I can always tell if a man is a good lover or not and I was definitely catching a vibe. He asked if he could buy me a glass of wine. I said, sure.
We began to talk about nothing in particular and somehow the conversation turned to sex. We were trying to be discreet but our bodies were being pulled towards each other as if by a gravitational force. He touched my hip and started to caress my thigh. That cologne was driving me nuts. I wanted to bite his neck. I could feel myself getting moist. I kept staring at those full perfect lips and by impulse I leaded over and kissed him. OMG, his lips were so soft and the feel of that beard..mmmmm. A real flavor saver. I started to think about what I would do to him.
He whispered to me..."I bet you have a beautiful pussy"...I instantly felt a small spasm in my twat. I boldly looked him in the eye and said "I want to fuck you". I could see the stirring in his pants. We left the bar and I said, "Follow me, I live 5 minutes from here." With that rogue smile he acquiesced.
We came in and I offered him a glass of wine. I'm a huge fan of Sauvignon Blanc and I find it gets me (more) in the mood. He said, No, that all he wanted to do was please me and he didn't want alcohol to slow him down. I smile and think about how freshly shaved and tasty clean my pussy is and how I am dying for him to lick it.