“I don’t want to cum yet…” He pulls his cock from my lips and invites me to stand. I follow his instruction, leaning back against the bar and I watch him wrap his arms around me to unzip my dress. He slides it carefully over my shoulders, leaning in to press kisses against my collarbones as he does. His mouth moves up to my neck, leaving small kisses before he presses his lips against mine once more. My dress falls to the floor and I feel his cock brushing against my panties as he leans in to me. He slides his hands down over my skin until he gets to the top of my panties, his fingers slip inside and I feel my pussy aching in anticipation of his touch. He works my panties down my thighs, leaning down to slide them down to my ankles. As he stands again, his hands wrap around my waist and he lifts me in one smooth motion, setting me on top of the bar. My glass, still half-full topples over and I feel the whiskey lapping at the top of my thigh.
Instinctively I spread my legs for him and I watch as he revels at the sight of my freshly shaved pussy before leaning down and softly running his tongue over me. I watch him as he looks up at me, sliding his tongue over my lips and keeping his gaze on me. I close my eyes, hating myself and thinking about Gideon and my red satin panties. The more I think about Gideon the wetter I can feel myself getting and as I listen to my new friend lapping at my pussy I imagine that he wants me back, that there never had been a Mrs. Lambert. I feel him pull away and opening my eyes I see him kicking off his shoes the way that Gideon had done so many times before. He steps out of his pants before wrapping his arms around me and lifting me off the bar. I wrap my legs around him and I can feel his cock pressing against me, begging to slide inside my aching pussy, but my new friend likes to tease. He begins to walk around the bar, his fully erect dick bouncing as he walks, tapping against me; begging to come inside and I bury my face in to his neck, planting kisses with a newfound intrigue. When we get to the pool table in the corner of the bar he sets me down, running his hands down my back, guiding me as I lay down.
There are no words spoken as he crawls on to the table, laying kisses on every inch of my body, his hands holding himself up as he presses against me. His thick cock pushes against my pussy and I can feel it throbbing, begging for entrance as his breath comes faster against my ear. Then, as he lifts his head, his deep brown eyes staring right in to mine, he slides his body downward to allow his cock to tease at my entrance. I gasp and this time I’m the one with the furrowed brow as he slowly sinks his cock inside me. He fills me and I already ache for that perfect release. He holds me in his gaze and I want to look away, I want to find Gideon looking right back at me but as I let this stranger take me my body responds. My nipples bud as he leans down sucking them softly and my pussy sucks at his cock as he drives deeper inside me.
His eyes stay on mine and he blinks lazily as he feels my warmth around him. The pool table - hard underneath me - scratches at my back with its dark green felt and with each thrust it scrapes just a little harder. He slides out of me, leaning up on his knees and lifting my ass off the table. Carefully he holds me up as he slides his cock inside me again, my legs balanced on his shoulders, his chest pressing against the backs of my legs. I feel him deeper inside me, massaging every inch of my pussy and then he reaches around. His fingers find my clitoris and he begins to rub small circles as he continues to fuck me hard. As his fingers rub my pussy and his cock sinks deep inside me I can feel myself mounting, reaching for that peak. He lets my legs fall back down to either side of him and he leans down on top of my naked body once more. His body is heavy against me, pinning me to the table and as I succumb to his subtle domination I feel my body respond to his final thrust. I begin to tip over the edge taking him with me, we tumble together and every throb of his cock inside me causes my pussy to squeeze him tighter, milking every last drop of him.
I feel his weight shift as his arms give way and he releases his body weight on top of me. My breath comes fast and for a second I allow my hands to run over the back of his sweaty shirt. It clings to his skin and I hold him in his complete surrender.
“I should go” I can’t help saying the words, knowing that they will hurt him as much as Gideon leaving me the last time we fucked. There is such indignity in being left after such an intimate moment, sure fucking is fucking but when it all comes down to it no one wants to be left naked (or in his case half naked) and alone at their most vulnerable moment.
He rolls off me and on to his side, his fingers running up my chest and between my breasts.