Hello, darling

I’d taken my time getting ready to go out tonight, making a show of the process, letting my husband watch as I’d picked out my favorite black silk and lace lined lingerie that accentuates all the right features. Bending over the counter further than necessary as I did my makeup, teasing him, knowing he wouldn’t do anything but watch and salivate over my perfect ass. He’d disappeared from view momentarily at one point, only to reappear with his favorite pair of my heels dangling from his fingers. He had offered to help me into them, but I’d declined, stating he should be getting ready himself to go out. He’d sighed dramatically, bade me a fun night and that he’d see me later on this evening, before walking into our closet as I headed out of our front door.  

There’s something exhilarating about sitting at the bar, looking for something to play with, a toy for the evening’s entertainment, if you will. Especially when you’ve left your family at home for the night... After what feels like an eternity of turning away undesirable prospects, in he walks. Tall, gorgeous, and there’s something oddly familiar about him. It’s an undefinable quality, warm and inviting, that sends the thrill of the hunt like an electric shock to my most sensitive parts.

Good fortune has him sitting down directly across the bar from me. I take the chance to study his features while he orders a drink from the bartender. Strong jaw line, well defined muscular build, full, soft lips, and piercing green eyes. Undeniably handsome. My opinion is further verified by the bevy of women starting to swarm and swoon, vying for his attention. It makes me laugh to myself because I know that I’m the one going home with him tonight. I watch him as he politely declines offers of drinks and otherwise unwanted company, until he finally gets the opportunity to take in his surroundings, our eyes meeting across the bar. I try to play coy at first but his smile is such a trap that I slip and give him a full-on smile in return, the kind that lights up my eyes from within. Dimples have always been a weakness, and he has two perfect ones. He motions to the empty seat next to me, asking if he can join. Of course I nod my agreement. Neither of us takes our eyes off the other as he makes his way around the bar, I, noticing how gracefully he moves, looking effortless in a black sweater and jeans that fit oh so well. He stops as he reaches the chair, extending a hand and introduces himself as, Jasper. I fight back a laugh while shaking his hand and ask him to please sit, because Jasper is the name of my dog. We sit there chatting for the next hour or so, getting to know each other, the conversation flowing easily and the flirting shameless. When the bartender comes over to ask if we’d like another round, I ask to close out both of our tabs. Jasper looks at me as if to say, “Oh really?”, but doesn’t stop me. I pay both of our bills and ask him if he’d like to take me somewhere more private. He stands and helps pull out my chair as I rise, and we head for the door, together.

The thrill of the risk, walking to his car in the back of the parking lot of the bar, knowing this is everything you’ve been warned against as a woman. Yet, here we are. He opens the passenger door for me and then walks around to the driver’s side and gets in. He asks if I want to listen to some music and when I say yes, he hits play on his phone to what I can only liken to the best make out songs from when I was in high school. He leans over and takes my chin between his fingers, tilting my head to better kiss me, and holy shit does he kiss me without restraint. The feel of his tongue against my parted lips, teasing and asking permission at the same time. I gratefully accept his tongue into my mouth and lavish in the feel of it expertly massaging my own, making me moan against his lips. His hand finds my thigh and his fingers start to explore their way up toward my aching sex. He runs a lazy finger over the outside of my panties and I know he can feel how turned on I am. He asks me if I want to slip into the back seat with him and I nod enthusiastically. He tells me to wait a moment as he gets out of the car and lays the seats down flat to give us more room, and then motions for me to join him. As soon as my ass hits the surface, we’re on each other, undressing one another in a flurry of hands and hungry, needy kisses. We know we have to be quick about this, given where we are, so I kneel between his knees and take him into my mouth, glorying in the feel of him growing in my mouth and down my throat. I lick the length of him, enjoying how hard he’s gotten for me, before sucking hard on the head of his dick and moving my hand expertly up and down his length at the same time. His groans are pure ecstasy, making me want to forget all about myself and just continue to please him in this moment. He won’t allow it though. He wraps my hair around his fist, pulling me up to his mouth and kissing me deeply. “Who taught you how to suck dick like that?”, he asks, with the smuggest look of satisfaction I’ve ever seen. He rolls us over so I’m beneath him now and he wastes no time driving himself deep inside me until our hips are flush. He puts his hand over my mouth to stifle the sound that elicits from me, only then to slide his hand from my mouth to my throat where he applies the perfect amount of pressure, making it clear that he’s in command now. That one simple action turns me on so completely that I lose all sense of rational thought and of where we are. There is only him. Only this moment, and his long, deep strokes that are driving me to the edge of my sanity. He tells me to cum so that he can cum with me, and I beg him not to stop. He growls into my neck, the vibration hitting all the right spots, before he bites me perfectly between shoulder and collarbone. I come undone around him. His hand leaves my throat and goes back to my mouth as I shatter and scream his name, only to feel him empty himself inside me, prolonging my own orgasm. His forehead rests against mine for a moment before he pulls out of me.

As we lay there sated, panting, catching our breaths, he rolls over onto his side facing me and says, “Hello, darling”. I can’t help but let out a full belly laugh and say, “Jasper, really?!”. He smiles, showing off those dimples I fell hard for when we were just teenagers, and responds with a shrug, “I panicked!”. We laugh together for another minute before I ask him if he wants to go to Waffle House before we head home to relieve the babysitter.