“Another please.” Her unaccented contralto made one of the regulars look up from his dollar shot. She didn’t look back.
Her eyes burned, but she didn’t want to ruin her makeup by crying. She laughed softly at her own pointless vanity. Who gave a damn in this shit hole? The cheap fake wood grain walls sweat grease. The vodka gave her the warmth she craved, albeit temporary.
Before she could ask for another, the bartender put the half-empty bottle in front of her. “What the hell. It’s New Year’s Eve and we’re as far from Times Square as we can get.”
The regular stirred, eyeing the bottle, then her with disdain. He’d never gotten a free bottle. The door creaked, and a slight man sat down in the darkest part of the bar.
Now there were four.
“Hey, man! You’re going to have order a drink if you want to stay. This ain’t a bus station.”
When he walked to the bar she smelled the perfumey, hot metal smell of freshly dried clothes. It was comforting.
“Give me a double tequila, if you have it.” His pale hands were restless as landed fishes on the bar. His jaw worked, and his smooth-shaven skin shone in the sickly reddish light.
The bartender slammed the glass down. “$4.50.”
He looked down into the drink. “Start a tab.” He walked back to the dark, his puffy jacket rustling on his arm. He wore a local university sweatshirt and a pair of jeans a bit too tight for him to be local. The lethal mixture of boredom, booze and loneliness made her bold.
He wrapped his restless hands around his glass. “Yes?”
Before she could think twice, she slid in the booth across from him.
“Please excuse my presumption but I’m sick of watching people screaming with the sound off.” She pointed at the television, then put the bottle of vodka in the middle of the table. “I come bearing gifts.” He was silent for a second too long, and she felt foolish. Maybe he just wanted a moment alone now that the holidays were nearly over. Getting up and walking away made her feel a beat away from going into hysterics. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, I’ll be on my way…”
She moved to get up, but he grabbed her softly by the wrist.
“No. Please. I’m a bit slow on the uptake sometimes,” he said. “You visiting for the holidays?”
“What gave it away?”
“Local women don’t bother with highlights or designer jeans.”
She tugged at her subtle gold and auburn ponytail. Even in the dark, he was a quick study.
“I can’t quite peg you,” she said. She took another shot.
He smirked. “I’m both from here and not…at least, not anymore.”
“Ah. You’re visiting family then?
“Aren’t you? Why else come back to this?” he asked. Her eyes went blank, and he sensed he’d struck a nerve. “Hey, when I lived here we used to get all sorts of people on their way to Detroit.”
She smiled wistfully at him. “I’m here on business.”
“What kind of business? Junk metal? Fine second-hand goods?”
She shook her head no.
“Pretty much my whole family is recovering uncomfortably from some kind of stomach thing. When I realized there would be no New Year’s Eve bash at home, I brought the one-man party here.”
She traced something scratched into the surface of the table. F-U-C-. “Sounds like fun.”
“Oh yeah. The perfume of puke and warm ginger ale, the sweet sound of people urking in the night…” When she smiled, his cheeks tingled. “I feel sorry for them, but I told them not to drink that eggnog.”
She pulled her thick hair out of the ponytail and her perfume drifted over to him. Her sweater buttons strained with the pressure of her breasts. His expert eye saw no bra lines. His cock stirred.
“A fitting requiem for the holidays,” she said. She sounded tired. “Did you know that someone in your humble town has one of the most complete archives of WW2 documents in the world?”
“Huh?” He’d been busy calculating exactly how long the top button of her sweater had before it popped. She leaned back into her seat and put a hand on her flat belly. It took every bit of his self-control not to stare at the clear outline of her nipples. Her voice sounded far away.
“…rare transcripts of interviews from both Nazi officers and victims of…”
Her lips were glossy with saliva or some lip potion. He loved when grown women wore the glosses that came in a glass vial with a rollerball – it reminded him of his first blowjob and the saccharine strawberry sweetness of the girl’s lips, the way his cock had remained sticky even after he’d wiped the saliva and semen off.
“…I’m attempting to write an outline for a novel, and this person was kind enough to let….”
She shifted hips and her breasts moved underneath her sweater.
“Ahh…” The sound came out of his mouth before he could stop it. She stopped talking.
“I’m boring you, aren’t I? He shook his head a bit too vigorously. She poured them both another drink and her glorious cleavage winked at him from between the buttons. His balls felt like they were filling with thick molasses, heavy and tight. “Do you have any New Year’s resolutions?”
“Finally get recognized. Really make a mark.” He hadn’t even had to think about it.
Her eyes widened. “Ambitious. Very sexy in a Darwinian, ‘survival of the fittest’ way.” He shrugged, but the movement wasn’t bashful. It was more a ‘that’s me’ gesture.
She took a closer look at him. His scalp shone through the straight line of his side part but his sweatshirt and jeans were beat up. He was vain, but not as a result of a lifetime of constant approval. She was intrigued by that type.
“I don’t want to be alone anymore. It’s been long enough.”
He scrutinized her face. She most certainly did not look like she had to be alone if she didn’t want to be. He was confused.
It was her turn to shrug.”I tend to isolate.”
“How long has it been?”
“Long enough for me to know you weren’t listening to a god damned word I said.” Her face had acquired an intensity that made his heart race. “Would you like to see them?”
“What?” It came out goofy.”See what?” His imagination went wild and he imagined spending the night looking at her extensive collection of war memorabilia while continuing to speculate about her sweater button.
She unbuttoned two buttons of her sweater and leaned over the table. He saw the succulent shadow of her nipples. When she slid into her jacket, he saw another flash of breast that made him embarrassed to stand up.
He was hard as a rock.
She took a drink straight from the bottle. “Are you coming?”
“Almost.” He put a fiver on the bar and walked out after her.
Her hips swung in front of his face as they climbed the stairs of the local inn. He wished he was the center seam of her jeans, it pressed into her cunt so perfectly. He resisted the urge to bite her ass through the cloth before they reached the second floor.
“Weird personal trivia: I lost my virginity here.”
She went into her coat pocket for the keys. “Oh really?”
“Yeah. It was weird since the number of the room was the same as-” He fell silent when she stopped in front of room 15 and slid the key in the door.
“No fuckin’ way…”
She pulled him inside and kissed him. His saliva was sweet and spicy with the vodka. She kicked off her shoes and started to unbutton her jeans.
“I lost my virginity in this room.” He struggled with his sweatshirt.
She kicked her pants off and sat at the edge of the bed. “Come here.” She rubbed his balls through his jeans. “Perfect,” she said softly. She rubbed her lips up and down the outline of his cock. Her hot breath penetrated the cloth and made him throb. She unbuttoned his fly with her teeth, button by button, her eyes never leaving his. She pulled down his boxers and his cock hit her cheek. It was long and thin, the glossy head flushed with blood. She looked at it with a mix of awe and longing that made him twitch. She sucked at his head so eagerly his knees shook.
“Please…” He put his hand on her head. Regardless of his growing experience with city women, he’d come hard and quick if she didn’t stop. She lifted her arms over her head like a girl. He lifted her sweater slowly until he could see the bottoms of her breasts. He stopped to look, teasing himself, the pulled it off. Her big, pert breasts bounced and settled on her small ribcage. Her nipples hardened quickly in the chill.
“Make me warm,” she said. He rubbed his lips on her breasts as she’d done on his cock. He sucked on her skin, saving the taut nipples for last. When he finally flicked his tongue on her nipple, she bucked and moaned. He licked slowly, sucking and teasing with his teeth until her thighs trembled against his waist. She put her hand on top of his head again. “Lay down.” His hard cock cast a shadow on his belly.
She teased his peehole with the tip of her pinkie, then sucked her finger clean. He momentarily wondered what she tasted. Her upraised ass wagged eagerly between his legs. She licked up his shaft, then kissed underneath the crown with wet lips.
“I want to know how hard you’d get between my tits.” The heavy softness of her tits moved up his thigh and finally pressed into him. His cock slid slowly between her tits and pulsed against her breastbone.
She guided his hands to her nipples, and he squeezed softly. His gold eyes were clear as strained honey.
He pinched and she shivered. Her lips parted and he wished intently for her to suck him again. She bowed her head and wrapped her lips on the head of his cock. Heat rose from his curled toes and settled deep in his belly.
He pulled her onto the bed and spread her until her cunt opened for him. He loved eating a woman out that way – no matter how small her clit, it would stick out enticingly for him to tease until she spoke in tongues. When he was between a woman’s legs is when she really felt real to him… no woman can fake the taste of her orgasm, and he never stopped until he tasted it. He sucked and licked at her swollen bud until her legs twitched. Her cunt squeezed around his probing fingers.
“I want to come on your cock.” Her voice echoed she said it so loud. No woman had actually told him that outright.
He wanted to hear it again. “Hmmm?”
She arched and grabbed twin handfuls of sheet as he sucked on her clit. “I-I want to come on your cock.”
He moved up her body until they were face to face. She gave him a flushed smile as he rubbed his cock between her lips. He continued to tease, loving the soft hot feel of her on his cock. Would she just let him come like that, or would she beg?
He wanted to hear her beg.
He moved slowly, making sure every inch of his shaft rubbed against her sensitized clit. Her fingernails dug into his lower back. Her dark eyes got big and liquid with longing.
She traced down the bridge of his nose. “Beautiful…” she whispered. Her pussy swallowed the tip of his cock. She gasped. “Oh God, yes.” Her heat made his skin prickle. She tried to move into him, but he raised himself.
She sighed with frustration. It was music to his ears.
She kissed him deeply and her passion made his hips buck. He was in her to the hilt. He began to thrust into her and she stopped kissing to look at him. Her hot, steady gaze was spellbinding. He hadn’t looked so deeply in any girl’s eyes during sex ever since he was teenager – only they were still dense enough to believe that making such a connection while making love wouldn’t be emotionally disastrous once the relationship was over.
He breathed in her scent with every breath. Although he didn’t know her name, he saw her pain, felt the way her body grasped almost desperately at him. Her hips gyrated underneath him and she ran her fingers through his hair. Her mouth curved into a private smile.
“You’re so lovely.” She caressed his sweaty face tenderly. He looked down bashfully even though he was inside her. He lost his rhythm and she guided him with a hand on his ass.
“I don’t know about all that…” He kissed the curve of her neck.
She pushed him onto his back, then climbed on top. Even after having been inside her for a while, she was still so tight it took his breath away. She leaned down until her breasts caressed his face. She gave him another smile as she began to dance on his cock.
Her thick hair pooled on her shoulders, her face was flush with joy and her breasts gently slapped his chin with every thrust. She was the beautiful one. He grabbed her hips, caressed up her body and squeezed her tits. As she moaned ecstatically over him, he realized that she was his good luck charm. Pleasure rose quickly to his head. He gasped.
“Almost there, hmm?” She kneaded his balls as she bounced roughly on him. Her pussy twitched around him in anticipation, and he groaned. Her orgasm gathered deep in her belly.
He sensed a change in her breathing and knew she was as close to coming as he was. Her breasts bounced sharply and his cock twitched inside her. She cried out and kissed him so passionately it actually distracted him from the first pulses of his orgasm. He groaned into her mouth and lifted her off the bed a couple of inches with his pleasure. Her orgasm came slowly, building as he trembled underneath her. She let in wash over her, breathing fast and deep as it finally reached her head. He grabbed her hips and thrust his last spurts deeply into her.
She lay on top of him as he softened inside her. She could feel him, warm and slippery, seeping out of her.
She got off him and lay on her back. He turned to look at her, and she had both hands on her flat belly. The contentment on her face made him flush.
They walked back to the bar hand in hand and surprisingly, the bottle of vodka and their glasses still sat untouched. The bartender nodded gravely at them – he was familiar with couples disappearing for a while. The television behind him showed sparkling fireworks.
He poured them both a generous drink.
She savored the cheap vodka, swirling it and looking at its crystalline transparency in the glass. She perked up suddenly. “You know, this occasion deserves champagne.” She walked to the bar. “Excuse me, but do you have a bottle of champagne somewhere back there?”
The bartender looked up from his book. “Yeah. A $120 bottle of Moët that’s sat gathering dust for a decade. No one wants to pay for it.” He sniggered. She dug in her pockets for loose money, then slapped a wrinkled bill on the bar. He picked it up and smoothed it out.
It was a one thousand dollar bill. His eyes bugged out of his head, but she brushed his reaction away. “Don’t worry about the change, I don’t have smaller bills. Happy new year, buddy.”
The bartender was eagerly dialing his wife as she walked back to where he sat, oblivious. “Big spender,” he said as she sat down. She shrugged her shoulders. She expertly knocked off the top of the bottle, glass and all. It foamed on the table before they caught in their glasses. “To a brand new life.” He raised his glass.
“To new life!” she replied. Her beautiful face lit up the bar, and his cock began to stiffen again. He would make love to her many more times before the night was through.
They drank deeply.
Categories: Consensual, Copulation, Cum, Erotica, Insemination, Oral Sex, Sex with Strangers, Short Story, Ximena
the perfect story for New Years Eve, thank you.
It stirred me, and that hasn’t happened for a hell of a long time.
I’m all for ‘stirring’, ha!
She was a regular amazon, using him for procreation! That was a very nice read. I only found one little tick. The part where she mentions the champagne.” Did he expect him to buy it?”
Otherwise, the rest of the story was a heck of a way to ring in the new year! Have a Happy New Year!
Thanks for that :)
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