Even without the hand action on the glass, he would have been lusting after her. There was something about the long brown curls draped over one shoulder, the way her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to give him a wonderful look into the chasm between her tanned well formed breasts, or even the red lipstick on her smooth kissable lips. Of course, the smile she just flashed him while he was mentally fucking her on top of the bar in front of everyone would have been enough to drag him by the teeth into any bed.
“Can I get you another drink?” Her glass was still full and he was just teasing her, almost playing with her, waiting to see if she would make the first move.
She dipped her index finger deep into the drink exactly the way he wanted to dip his finger inside her. Her finger stroked in and out a few times before she sucked her finger dry with a nosy slurping sound. He could still hear the drink sizzling. “Want some?” she cooed.
There was no reason to answer that stupid question. ‘Hell yeah!’ he screamed in his mind. He was playing it cool though. He quietly nodded in her direction as he laid his hand at the top of her thigh. Her skirt short, her thigh bare, her legs apart, and she nudged his fingers up a little more. It did not take a genius to know it would be okay with her if he just happened to snake his fingers all the way up. She was wet. He was hard. She sucked her whiskey soaked finger again and he circled and massaged her clit.
In a sultry slow drawl, the words raped her lips, “Honey, you do that like a pro.” Her hand touched his crotch and she moaned softly. “Maybe you’d let me refine my skills on this.”
She held his hand and led him to her Mercedes parked at the edge of the neighboring parking lot. “Call me Fran,” she told him as she opened the back door and slid across the seat. Before the door was closed, his pants were unzipped and his erection waving in the cool night air. “This is a fine specimen,” she proclaimed as she tightly wrapped her fingers near the base of the shaft and watch the head swell.
Fran’s lips fit over the head like a custom made pair of lips. The faint glow of the parking lot lights though the steamed windows was just enough for him to see exactly what was happening. The steamed windows became more so with each gasp. Rope after rope of thick milky cum filled her mouth. Not a drop remained between his legs. She smiled as she wiped her mouth.
“I know there’s more.” He knew from the way she had just said that, he was in for a night of oral pleasure. She followed him to his place. His boss was used to him calling in sick.
Now years after graduating from college and moving away from home, Jon receives a call from his Mom. It has been a while since he last visited his Mom and Dad. He loves his Mom. He hates his Dad. Jon hates the way Dad treated him, and Jon hates the way Dad treated her.
“Jon…” He can hear her crying and struggling to speak. She starts words and never finishes. She sniffles and blows her nose.
“What’s wrong Mom?”