“Sure, Jay, but I am pretty good though. I have to warn you. I hope you don’t mind losing to a girl?” she teased. And, she was good, too. Her dad had one in their basement back home, had taught her how to play when she was barely tall enough to see over the green. It was one of the few cherished memories of childhood she had of her dad. That, and the times he spent with the family when they went camping or fishing. Out of doors, her dad had been calmer. He was a Vietnam War vet, and for a while when she was really young, the PTSD had been bad. Scary bad! Her dad now was great, but it had taken years for him to learn how to cope with it, and unfortunately those were the years of her childhood.
“I don’t think I would mind losing to you. But, I don’t think I will though,” he teased toying with her slender fingers.
“I’m good!” Lou warned again. “Real good.” She was having a hard time concentrating when he was doing that to her hand.
“I’m sure you are,” he teased making it sound like he was talking about something else from his tone and his smirk. “But we could make it a little more interesting. If you’re game. A little wager perhaps?” His eyebrows were raised daring her to take the bet. But it was what was under those eyebrows that made her swallow past the sudden dryness in her mouth. The pupils in his grey eyes flickered with flames, and it made those butterflies in her belly start swarming.
“Wh-what do you have in mind?” she asked timidly stuttering.
“Positions.” The swarm threatened to fly out of her mouth when her jaw dropped. His grey eyes were on fire, and there was no mistaking the intent of that simply stated word. Sex. He was talking about sex positions!
“If I win?” she asked demurely hiding her own inexperience.
“Ladies choice.” Damn! She wouldn’t know what to choose let alone voice her fantasies with this man. Not this soon. She should let him win, she thought, but she had never been known to throw a game. Positions? What position could she ask for? Nothing was coming to mind. She should throw the game, but it had taken her three years to beat her father at the game, and she didn’t want to be the kind of girl to let a man win just to stroke his ego.
“And if you win?” she asked pushing down her doubts. Maybe something would come to her later?
“Reverse cowboy.” His eyes flashed. Reverse cowboy? What the fuck was that? She had no clue what he was talking about. God, she was thirty five and other than missionary, her on top, and giving an occasional blow job, her experience was pretty limited.
“Th-that sounds interesting,” Lou lied pretending to understand what he was talking about. She licked her dry lips, and took her bottom lip into her mouth.
That gesture, her teeth, small and white worrying her plump bottom lip, practically undid Jay. He felt his cock rise to half-mast as he visualized those lips on his cock, her hair cascading around her. At the same time, he caught the gesture as a tell, and her uncertainty and innocence gave her away. He wanted nothing more than to teach her all the positions he knew of, and to try a few he hadn’t tried yet, but he also wanted to show her a good time first. Then he could take her home and fuck her brains out until she screamed his name. His cock wanted what it wanted, but he was determined not to screw this up. So he focused on her last words and her tone. Instead, he teased her. “You don’t know what that is. Do you?”
Lou’s laugh was nervous but it gave her away even more. She admitted her naïveté and he found it refreshing. “No, I don’t. But, I am not afraid of trying something new. With you.” She blushed furiously and was glad for the dimness of the bar. She quickly added, “It sounds interesting, though.”
“Oh, it is interesting,” Jay laughed heartily and just then the waitress, Betsy, returned with their beers. Both of them reached for their drinks and took long sips of the cold refreshing beverage straight from the bottles. When Jay put his bottle back down, he gave Lou a long measured gaze and then stated, “Louisa, win, or lose, I am sure we will get around to trying it.” Lou blushed, yet again under his direct gaze. This man had such an effect on her. His confidence in what they would be doing left her feeling a bit unsettled. He was in control, but despite their ages he clearly had the upper hand when it came to sex. His next words left her feeling even more unsettled. “I have imagined doing all kind of things to you, with you, Louisa,” he added huskily.
The sexual tension was intoxicating. His words made her yearn in anticipation of what the night would bring. She felt light-headed. It was only her third drink, but it felt like more. She cautioned herself to slow down, and take it easy. But in the next second she found herself tilting back her beer bottle again as Jay had gotten up and now stood in front of her.
He indicated the dance floor with a tilt of his head. Lou looked over and saw three other couples swaying in time to the music. She recognized the ballad playing, a Journey song. That’s when she took a long swig. Liquid confidence. She set her bottle down, and took his hand.
She trailed after him the few steps it took to get to the dance floor, where he effortlessly twirled her around, and brought her flush up against him.
When those tits were snugly pressed up against him, Jay knew he was a goner. The dance may have been a mistake. A big mistake. Half-mast Freddy, was now One-Eyed Willy, and it was stabbing Lou in the stomach. With that tight little body, and tits that wouldn’t quit, well, he was sure it had been a huge error, but he dug the song, and couldn’t wait to get his hands on that body again, this time without clothes on. He would have to be satisfied with the sweet friction of her nipples, which pebbled into hard little raisins as he scraped his chest along them, his cock pressing against his fly.
By the time the song was over, they both needed a drink. They were surprised to see two fresh beers waiting for them at their booth. That is when they noticed the Mikes were back. Both were sitting at the bar with the twins on either side of Junior. Jay raised his beer to the two, and they raised theirs in mock salute. They turned back to the bar giving them their privacy and kept the twins busy. All was forgiven, it seemed and Jay appreciated them running interference like this. He owed them a beer now.
Lou sat down, and taking her new beer, took a long refreshing sip. That dance had definitely gotten under her skin. Her nipples ached, her pussy was wet, and it throbbed for attention. She was going to suggest they leave, try out that reverse cowboy, when Jay spotted that one of the pool tables had just opened up. Fuck! Just her luck. She gets brave, and then this.
“Awesome,” Jay called out standing up just as he was about to sit down. He took her beer as well as his own, and said, “Come on, Louisa. Come show me how good you are.”
She had no choice but to follow. His words suggested that he didn’t think she was going to be very good at it. There were a lot of things she might not be good at, or didn’t know much about, but this wasn’t one of them.
Jay, who had taken their drinks, set them on a high top near the pool table. As Lou set her purse down beside them, Jay immediately began to rack the balls and did it like a pro. He was confident, and damn did he look good bent over the table like that, Lou thought as he leaned over stretching to reach for the balls. She had to shake her head and clear it, as she had become so lost in thought she briefly imagined herself spread out on that green felt for him to feast on. Hmm, maybe she didn’t have to throw the game after all! She took a sip of her beer as she continued to enjoy the view of Jay, the muscles in his back, defined under the tight t-shirt, rippling as he worked.
So lost in thought was Lou, she failed to notice him turning to her, asking her if she wanted to break? He had to ask twice, and laughed at her when it still took a second for her to find her voice.
“Yes, yes, I’ll break,” she mumbled, turned and selected a pool cue from the rack behind her. It was his turn to watch her now. He observed her as she made her way around to the white ball’s location. His eyes spoke volumes, and he did not want to be here any longer than she did. She leaned over to make her shot, and gave Jay an eyeful of her cleavage. His mouth
fell open at the sight, and it boosted her confidence. She was going to win. She let her pent up sexual frustration out on the balls, and they want flying every which way on the green. It was a great shot and two stripes went in. She called them.
He had solids. He looked for a good shot, found one he felt he could make, and publicized his intention. Pointing at the ball with his cue, he indicated the bottom right. Jay aimed carefully. He didn’t know how much longer he could hang on before he had to sink himself inside Lou’s silky folds. The sight of her cleavage had his hormones raging again. He actually had a headache from having a hard on so long. He felt the pressure in his cock, but behind his eyes as well. He aimed carefully. He intended to win, and win fast. He wanted to fuck.
He called and made two more shots before he missed, having put the white ball behind two of hers, he could not make the shot, and so purposefully aimed the white ball so she couldn’t have a clear shot of any of her remaining stripes.
But Lou surprised him, her next shot involved two bounces at two amazingly difficult angles, and she landed the stripe with a slight glancing shot. His eyes gleamed in admiration. She was a God dammed pool shark! She had not only made an incredibly difficult shot, but had set up her next two shots. She only had two balls left. One was an easy shot, and the other difficult. To his surprise she did the difficult shot, and made it look like a cake walk, as she bounced around the table with confidence. Her little ass swaying every time she passed his way. The fucking minx. The swindler, he thought proudly.
She called her last ball, took a sip of her beer, her fifth of the evening, while he had not finished his second and had nursed his third knowing he would have to drive them home. She sunk the ball, and gave him a huge smile. “Ladies choice?” she murmured as she walked past him to gather her purse. Jay followed behind her this time as she strode right out of BobKatz.
He caught up to her just as she reached the bike, and made a grab for her helmet. But instead he grasped her, and forced her around. He needed just a little taste of her to subside him until he reached home in twenty-five minutes, or less. His mouth descended and he invaded her sweetness, and even behind the beer, he could taste her as he began to wonder what other parts of her tasted like.
He kissed her until she was breathless and panting, and moaning. Her body quaking in his arms. He broke the kiss and parted from her, finished unfastening her helmet and got on the bike making the engine come alive. She was behind him in an instant, and they roared off in a spray of gravel that left no doubt in the minds of the people out in the parking lot where they were going or what they intended to do once they got there.
Jay’s place was dark, except for a single light left on under the car port. His motorcycle came to a lurching stop, and Lou climbed off before he could even offer her support. She was a little tipsy, he knew, as she had played with his chest and caressed him the whole ride home, even occasionally scooting up to blow in his ear. He laughed and enjoyed the ride as it left him in a state of perpetual excitement. But she wasn’t too drunk to fuck, and God how he wanted to fuck her.
He was on her tail as they made it to the door, and he unlocked it in one fluid motion. He turned to her then and made a grab for her. “Ladies choice?” he growled and swept her up into his arms. He wasn’t sure if he had the patience to fulfill her fantasy at the moment, but he would give it his all. A bet was a bet.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps her sexual frustration, but Lou couldn’t think clearly at the moment. Her answer, as he crossed the living room rapidly, was along the same lines of his thinking. “Just fuck me, Jay, please.”
She was practically begging as she began to pull on his shirt to get her fevered little hands on his body. He wanted to please, and this request was something he would not deny. He wanted her bad, like no one else and to hell with patience and courtesy. They both needed this. This was about quenching their desires. They could be creative next time. He kicked the door open to his bedroom and then dropped her on the bed. He yanked his shirt over his head, and crawled on top of her. Her hands began to explore every valley and plane of his sculptured abdomen. It was like little butterflies caressing him and he found the sensation totally erotic. But he wanted nothing soft now.
“Sit up,” he commanded giving her the room to do so. She obeyed helped her take her jacket off, then he took the bottom of her t-shirt forcing her arms up so he could yank it off. Lou was reaching behind her to unfasten the clasp of her simple white bra, and the moment he saw the material relax he was pulling the straps off her shoulders and his eyes feasted on the beautiful mounds that were Lou’s breasts. Huge, round areolas, a pale beige, the size of quarters, and the nipples pointed perfectly, waiting for his tongue and mouth. They were . . . perfect.
His head dipped down and he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it in while his hand grasped the other breast and gently squeezed and caressed it. He could feel the nipple pressing into the palm of his hand. One fantasy had been fulfilled and he was savoring those luscious tits, feasting on them like a starving man. He toyed with the nipple in his mouth using his tongue. He nibbled it and Lou began to squirm beneath him and arched into the erotic sensations he was evoking in her. He reluctantly released her nipple, switching to the other to give it some attention. Lou moaned her pleasure urging him on. But they had to get rid of these clothes. There were other parts of her body he needed to touch, lick, and fuck.
“Clothes,” he breathed against her nipple, and then released her. In rapid motion they parted and the clothes started to come off. Lou kicked off her shoes and scooted to the edge of the bed, and stood to take off her jeans. Jay had done the same. He seemed to copy her movements, mimicking them a mere second after she initiated it, but their eyes did not leave one another. He removed his briefs last, and watched her shimmy out of her panties. Her little body across the room from him was a sight to behold. He could feel the electricity in the room, the sexually charged atmosphere was palpable. They both stood just a heartbeat taking each other in.
Jay’s eyes lit up in the dark room. Her breasts rose and fell, and he could barely look past them to see the way her waist narrowed and then slightly flared out to her slender hips. Her legs were perfect too. He wanted those legs around him, and over his shoulders.
Jay stood across from her looking like a Spartan soldier. Rock hard muscles bulged in his arms and chest, his tattoos fainter in the darkness. She had seen them before. But the rest of his tattoos were new revelations. His well-defined abs rippled and narrowed to a flat waist and what lay below was definitely ten inches of solid thick manhood. His cock stood proudly before her, massive in its girth, and she felt her pussy tighten in anticipation. Oh God, how she wanted that inside of her.
The heartbeat passed and Jay crossed the room reaching for her. He pulled her onto the bed, and swung her over him, laying her gently down in front of him. He lay beside her, and again touched her breasts and caressed them. She reached for him, but he pushed her back down and watched her eyes for a reaction. He flicked one nipple, and pinched it. Her eyes glazed over, and she moaned.
Lou shivered not so much from the coolness of the air conditioning, or the fact that the ceiling fan was on, but because she desired this man like no other. His patience was remarkable. She wanted to fuck, wanted release, but Jay was holding back, making sure she was pleased in every way.
‘Please,” she whimpered practically begging. Her hands were fisting the top cover on his bed.
He could see the desire there. The need for release. He wanted to give her what she needed. So his lips crushed hers and his tongue plunged into her mouth exploring her depths as his hand snaked down her belly. She trembled as his hands got closer to the part of her body that she needed contact the most. He felt the soft downy hair and caressed her there. His fingers parted her lips, and he could feel she was wet, ready. His hands passed over her swollen clit. It was already exposed and wanting. Yes, she was ready, and way the way his cock throbbed, so was he.
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It would be fast for them both, but they could take their time the next time around, Jay thought. He rubbed her clit a few times, as she cried out at the intensity of feeling Jay evoked in her. She broke the kiss as her head thrashed to the side, and her hands released the blankets, and wrapped around him to pull him closer. Her fingers raked his back and dug in. “Oh, oh . . . ,”she mumbled as she moved her head back and forth and he caught her lips again stifling her moans. He rubbed her clit a few more times, then inserted one, then two fingers. He pushed in and stretched her, pulled out, and pushed in again as she arched into this new intimacy. He continued to stroke her and she began to move her hips in time. He stroked her honeyed walls pushing deeper each time making her body ready for him. He felt her tremble and stopped. He wanted to be inside her when she came. He then crawled between her silky pale thighs. Her head was thrashing from side to side. Holding his weight with one hand, he grabbed his cock with the other as she spread her legs wider to receive him. Her pussy shined and glistened and beckoned to him. He took the head of his cock and rubbed it on her clit, watching as the protective folds pulled back even more. She watched him rub her cock on her, and she felt the explosion coming. He couldn’t wait much longer. He looked her in the eyes, and he saw she wanted it. “Yes, yes,” she whispered softly. “Jay, oh Jay, please. Fuck me, now,” she moaned with such yearning.
It was those soft words that made him give in. He pushed his cock into her and she began to stretch around him. The tip of his cock was in, she was hot, and slick. He gave one more push and slid into her up to the max. He already felt her beginning to convulse when his pelvis ground into her, the walls of her pussy tightened around him. He pulled out, and thundered in, slamming his cock into her, becoming a part of her. They were one. He pulled out and rammed his cock into her sweet pussy, picking up speed as he went, over and over again. He could feel the blood rushing into his cock and his balls began to tighten. Her soft moans were now screams. “Fuck Jay, yes, I’m coming,” thundered from her vocal chords. Her scream of pleasure sent him over the edge, and he was coming, shooting into her with one final thrust, as another wave of pleasure overtook her in rapid succession. She screamed again, “Jay, Jay!” His name was prolonged from her lips, and he rubbed his pelvis against her core to prolong the intensity of her release. His cock was still inside her, pumping and pumping out his come. He emptied his soul into that sweet, sweet pussy.
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