[casal]

The dive bar girl It was your typical dive bar, the kind that is mirrored on the streets of the blue collar neighborhoods throughout this country. The only things setting this place apart from those others were that the pool tables were the worst I had ever seen, and the bartenders wore the tiniest bikinis they could, while still being considered clothed. With them, the wore thigh high vinyl boots or thin strapped stiletto heels. The peanut shells littering the floor looked as if they had not been swept up in two months, the jukebox had the all too common mix of country and classic rock, blaring mostly Kid Rock and 58809 Buffet through the night. The drinks were good and stiff, the glasses dirty, the clients consisted of mostly bikers, drug addicts, and the local flotsam and jetsam one finds in the neglected streets of the once remote suburbs. This was the way a dive bar should be I felt, it is too bad I had to find it in New Mexico. It was a little after 9 o'clock at night when she walked in. Platinum blond hair, an unremarkable angular face, cold steel colored eyes, and a thin, tall body, encased in faded jeans and t-shirt. She looked around nervously for a second, then took her seat in front of the touch screen game machine. Reaching into her purse she removed a Gucci wallet lined on both sides with credit cards, pulled from it a fifty dollar bill and ordered a Rum & Coke. When the bartender asked for her ID, she smiled warmly, flattered, and presented a California drivers license. She quickly stuffed the wallet back into her faded purse, and when her drink came, she inserted a five dollar bill from her change in the machine. Her left hand bearing a 3 stone diamond ring she placed between the game and the wall where it was out of sight, her right hand quickly danced around the monitor as she placed cards in the right order with mechanical precision. I continued playing pool alone, occasionally glancing a nipple from the drunk girl on the table next to mine whenever she would lean over to take a shot. Her date for the night seemed annoyed at having to be seen with her. From his furtive glances towards the door whenever someone walked in, it was clear that he had something to hide. About 20 minutes went by when his cell phone rang, he said in a startled voice, "Oh shit, it's Tina." The girl frowned, and replied, cont...

[edenfield]

final part 7 After a while she began moaning again, and grinding faster. The thrusts of her finger getting more erratic, she withdrew her hand from my shoulder and began rubbing firmly at her clit again, I reached up and grabbed at her hips to push her down harder. She bobbed up and down, with each downward thrust, I gripped her hips tight and pushed her down hard. She moaned loudly each time. She shuddered repeatedly, after a while, she leaned forward, grabbing my cock again, she forced herself down on it, letting it pierce slowly into her ass. She rocked back and forth gently for a minute, letting just the head in and out slowly, then pushed down all the way and began rocking back and forth more firmly. I came again, and she did several times, after an hour or so we started again. We kept at it until we were both too exhausted to move. In the morning, I was awaken by the light coming through the crack of the curtains onto my face. I looked over, she was gone. The clothes she wore the night before and three used condoms lay on the floor, her purse on the bed stand with an empty condom box, and a receipt from the local thrift store for the clothes and the purse. I chuckled, and thought to myself "The California secretary at a legal firm, I didn't even know her name." I turned and grabbed my cock, and pushed my hips into the bed where she lay the night before, relieving the pressure of a morning erection. After finishing, I walked into the bathroom to take a shower, and saw in a plastic hotel pitcher, 4 roses neatly arrayed.

[richie]

Very nice! Got my pulse going. Thx. :)

[burnsworth]

Great visuals!

[brundige]

Nice story actually.... Need to find me one of those

[book]

Thank you :) Thanks for the kind comments, My first story, was supposed to be doing homework for creative writing class, this is all that came out. Maybe I will turn it in and see what the teacher says, lol

[winant]

Question to you- If all of her clothes were left on the floor- what did she wear when she left his room? Are you saying she left completely naked? Did she steal his clothes? Just curious- the story was great- definitely getting some points from me- but it would be nice to know what you were thinking when you said her clothes were on the floor... Thanks!

[Kelci]

She could have had a dress in her purse? I have some I can ball up into my fist if the fabric is soft enough.

[nordhoff]

funny story it's actually something that really happened to me a few years back, a few details have been added, and a few invented, but overall the story is more or less how it happened. Most of the details are from introspection and hindsight. I don't know what she wore when she left. I know she had a car nearby, and assumed she had her "nice" clothes there. But to be honest I slept through the whole, her getting up and leaving part, and never did see what happened, or how she pulled it off.

[Una-Mae]

very nice! ready to take a break and rub one off myself