For months Hannah and Gus rotated around one another's lives at the neighborhood bar nestled between a typical blue collar neighborhood and a small college campus on the east side of town. The middle-aged, six-foot-three, two-hundred seventy pound former college football lineman taught literature and creative writing and, except for his large frame, he looked every bit a college professor: glasses framed brown eyes, dark brown hair and beard with just a hint of white. She every bit the neighborhood bartender. A curvy five-foot-six coppery redhead with full D cups that she enjoyed showing off as often as she could with tight, low-cut shirts under her usual flannel tops. Her jeans hugged the hips that wiggled whenever she walked by Gus. He noticed.
It was a slow afternoon when something clicked between the two of them. A long, lingering look from him. The bite of a lip from her. An electric touch of hands when he took his drink from her. Who knows how these things happen, they just do. goes to the backroom of the bar for something, a break maybe. He follows. He doesn't know why, he just does.
He comes up behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her towards him. She gasps and grinds against him as she recognizes his cologne. He kisses her neck.
"You've been teasing me for weeks," he says as a hand cups one of her tits. Another gasp.
"What do you mean?" She tries to sound innocent, yet it comes out sounding wicked.
Deftly, he undoes her jeans, sliding a hand down her pants as he nibbles on her ear.
"You want me to touch you, don't you?"
She bites her lip, rock hard nipples pressing against her tight shirt. She grabs him by the belt buckle and leads him down into the cellar. It's dark but there's enough light to see the lust in each other's eyes. They both want this.
She drops to sit on a barrel of beer, her pussy tingling as she undoes his zipper, his cock straining against it.
He lifts her chin, cupping it gently as he runs his thumb over her soft lips, forcing them to open so he can feel the softness of her tongue. She moans as she takes his fingers into her mouth, tasting herself on them as she sucks. He smiles as she finally releases his cock, waggling in front of her.
"Put it in your mouth."
She licks it from the base to the tip, slowly, then flicks her tongue around the head, swallowing it then sliding her lips up and down on the shaft. He moans as she goes down, feeling the pressure in the back of her throat as she finger fucks herself. He pushes on the back of her head.
"Not yet, my little slut," he says as he holds her head in place, his cock buried in her throat. "You've been teasing me with straws and stirrers, not it's the real thing for you."
