It was at a particular bar, at a particular place that an unparticular man (whom we'll call Bob) asked a particular woman (whom we'll call Barb) an inarticulate question. "Wanna fuck?"
Barb was a very attractive lady wearing a short flouncy skirt, a tight short sleeved blouse that left little to the imagination, and a pair of black stiletto heels. Bob's question was a bit of lark, for he was vividly aware that this woman was out of his league. Had he expected he had any chance at all, he probably would've taken more care in the way he approached her.
Barb turned and looked Bob up and down, a faint sneer on her lips, but, then, surprisingly she smiled. "I do want to fuck," she said. With that Barb brought her hands to her body and ran them carressingly down their respective sides. She turned and began to walk to the door, tossing her head back and, almost as an afterthought telling Bob, "Follow me."
Naturally, Bob followed. Bob's boner would've been bobbing in the air if Bob hadn't been wearing pants.
She lead him to her car, told him to get in, and drove in silence to her apartment building. Bob didn't say anything. He just watched her on the short trip. Barb managed to have one hand on one of her breasts all the way there.
When they arrived, she unlocked the apartment door, and let him in. Barb hadn't gone three steps inside, however, before she turned, put her hands on her hips and commanded Bob to strip. Bob looked a little uncertain, but he did as Barb told him to.
"Not bad," Barb commented when he was through. "Lie down on the floor."
When he had, Barb removed her shirt and bra, letting her perky breasts free, and kicked off her heels. Then she stood over Bob's head, facing his feet, and slowly lowered herself onto his waiting face. "You'd better lick me good," she told him, as she reached for his cock.
Bob did his best, and it turns out his best was pretty good. Barb concentrated on her own pleasure, and just held his cock, giving it an occasional squeeze or stroke. Eventually Barb shuddered to a climax, and after resting a minute or two while stil on Bob's face, Barb rose by pushing herself off Bob's chest.
She reached down and grabbed Bob's cock, yanking it roughly until he got the unvoiced message that she wanted him on his feet. So he rose, and Barb pushed him against the wall, still gripping his cock a little forcefully and said in a whispered voice, "I wanna fuck now."
Unbeknownst to Bob, the hand that wasn't occupied with his cock was on the doorknob of the door out of the apartment. Barb used that hand to turn the knob. Before she opened it, she continued in that same whisper "My boyfriend is in the next room. I'm going to fuck HIM." Then she pulled the door open and used Bob's cock to maneuver him out the door, kicking his clothes out the door as she did.
"Thanks!" she said, and closed the door.
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