by Aj Harmon
“You know, I‘ve been here a lot and I’ve never seen you take a break. You are always here… on that side of the bar.” I nodded to where fat ho was standing.
“I’m getting old,” he laughed as he replied. “My knees can’t take it.”
“You’re not old,” I scoffed.
“I turn forty next week and my body has reminded me that playing basketball three times a week might be a bit much now.”
“Forty? Fuck!”
Jack laughed at the way I said that depressing word - forty. “It’s not that bad.”
“For a man, I guess no, it’s not. For a woman, well, that’s just ancient,” I shuddered.
“I have no problem with women aging. It’s the natural progression. Who would want to stay young forever?”
“Uh, me!” I stared back at him in defiance. “Women are picked on for being too young with no experience, and then being too old. There is this tiny window in the middle where men think we are good for something,” I ranted. “You, being a man, have no idea how frustrating it is being a woman.”
“That is true,” Jack admitted sincerely. “You should enlighten me sometime.”
His words were in no way suggestive. His tone far from sultry, yet they affected me like a big wet lick across my pussy and I found myself wriggling on the stool again.
“Excuse me,” I muttered and headed for the ladies’ room.
I locked myself in a stall and tried to slow my breathing. I needed to get in control before I tried to sneak out without Jack seeing me. The effect he had on me was confusing as hell. I’d been coming to this bar for a couple of years and I’d never looked at Jack twice. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s great looking and all, but I’ve never looked at him as a possibility.
Until now.
“Are you leaving without saying bye?”
Fuck!
“No.” I swung around with an exaggerated smile on my face. “Just going out to make a call where it’s a bit quieter,” I lied.
“I’ll come with you and take a smoke break.”
Fuck!
“I didn’t know you smoked.”
“I don’t,” he grinned as he opened the door for me.
“Then why are you coming out here with me?”
The grin spread across his face. “I want to ask you why you’ve never invited me home with you?”
My mouth opened but not a sound came out.
Fuck!
“I mean, I’m a good fuck. No,” he corrected. “I’m an amazing fuck.”
“I bet you are,” I managed to mutter almost silently.
“Anyway, if you’re ever interested, you know where to find me.”
Jack swooped in and kissed my cheek with an innocent peck and then walked back inside.
You are correct in assuming that Mr. Dick came out of the bedside table and needed new batteries before I was done. And I needed a cigarette.
*****
On Sunday afternoon, after a satisfying morning of cleaning, I stopped by a little coffee shop in the mall and found a small table to sit down for a bit. I ordered a latté and a scone with butter and honey and rested my hands from carrying shopping bags for the last ninety minutes. Sonya, the barista, knew me well enough to make my drink with the right amount of sweetener and we exchanged pleasantries as she placed my order on the table.
I had wanted some new items to perk myself up. I’d found some luxurious lotions and soaps that smelled divine and would be perfect for a long soak in my bath tub. I found a killer pair of thigh-high red leather boots. I bought two more pairs of yoga pants because, well, they were yoga pants and a woman can’t ever have too many. And my last stop before the café was a lingerie store and I pretty much maxed out one of my credit cards and had a bag full of the most gorgeous panties and bras that I had ever owned to show for it. And my hands were tired.
I’d needed a distraction. Jack had been on my mind way too much, so I had hit the mall to give me something else to think about. The problem was, it hadn’t worked.
When buying the items for my bathroom, I pictured Jack and me in my large jetted tub, lathering each up with the silky lotions. As I tried on the red boots, I felt the anticipation start at my feet and run all the way up my body as I pictured Jack slowly undoing the zipper at my inner thigh, that gorgeous little grin on his lips, desire in his eyes. And let’s not even talk about what I was thinking in the lingerie store. If I’d had Mr. Dick in my purse he would have had a workout right there in the changing room!
I needed to sit and not think about Jack.
“Hey!”
I looked up to see a guy… a hot guy standing in front of me.
“Hey,” I replied casually.
“Uh, are you alone?”
“Why?” I frowned. Hot guy could be psycho hot guy.
Hot guy chuckled. “Sorry. That sounded pretty creepy.”
“Uh, yeah, it did.”
“What I should have said was, hi. I’m Patrick, and I’d love to join you for coffee if you are not expecting anyone.”
“Better.” I tried to hide my grin that was forming.
“I should disclose that I have been watching you for the last few minutes.”
“What? Where?” I demanded.
“May I?” Patrick pulled out the chair and paused.
I nodded, and he sat down across from me.
“I was here meeting my mom. She was in the store next door getting some chocolate to take home and I was waiting on the bench out there.” Patrick looked over his shoulder to the middle of the mall and the wooden bench that was now empty. “But she just got on the bus to go home so, I figured I’d take a shot,” he shrugged.
“You put your mom on a bus?” I was horrified.
He laughed at my question. “The retirement home bus. She was here with all of her retired friends and admittedly, a little put out I crashed her shopping trip.”
“Well that was rude,” I smiled. “Why would you do that?”
“I was beginning to think she didn’t want to see my anymore. Every time I try to go and visit, or take her to dinner, she’s busy. It’s like she’s blowing me off.”
“Her social calendar is obviously full.”
With a gravelly, yet sexy laugh, he agreed. “She’s been there for about six weeks now and is loving every minute of it, which makes me very relieved.”
“Relieved she’s not with you?” I questioned.
“Oh, hell no! Not that I would mind but she would never live with me.”
Damn! He’s sexy and a wonderful son, too.
“After my Dad died last year, she tried living in their house alone, but it was too much for her. Not just the never-ending upkeep of the house and yard, but it was just too damn quiet.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Thanks. It was hard for me to lose Dad, but it was so much harder for Mom. They’d been married for forty-two years and I don’t think they ever spent a night apart. It was certainly a shock.”
“That must be so hard,” I sighed.
“Yeah, but she loves the retirement village. One of her friends moved in a couple of years ago and convinced her to give it a try. She definitely loves it,” he chuckled again.
I sipped on my latte and assessed the situation I found myself in. He was hot and loved his mama. As long as he was hung like a horse, this could be the night memories would be made.
“Another?” Patrick asked as I finished my coffee.
“Sure,” I smiled.
Yep. I really hoped he had a twelve-inch dick.
*****
The thing about expectations is that if they are not met, the letdown can be traumatic, at least for me, anyway.
Patrick held open the car door for me, both when I got in and when I got out. Now, here’s the tricky part to that. He drove his car and followed behind me as I drove my car back to my apartment. And yes, he still managed to park and get to my car door before I opened it myself! Beyond expectation!
We’d
sat at the mall for a good hour before I suggested we went back to my place. He thought ordering pizza and watching a movie was a great way to spend the evening. I agreed. The big question would be whether he could abide pineapple on pizza. I say, hell yes, but I know there are millions of naysayers out there who disagree. I didn’t think that it would be a deal breaker, though. I really needed a ginormous orgasm so being petty over pineapple seemed a bit childish.
Even though I was interested in Patrick, if for nothing else than said ginormous orgasm, I still felt my mind drifting back to Jack. I had been going to that bar for a couple of years and it had only been recently that I had seen him in a sexual way. And since that awareness, I found myself comparing every man I met to him.
And it was an unrealistic and unfair comparison. I didn’t know shit about Jack. And what I did know was nothing more than superficial.
He was tall – well over six feet – with jet black hair and steel blue eyes, a mesmerizing combination. He was strong. I’d seen him manhandle cases of booze like they were nothing more than feathers. I’d seen his biceps tighten under his shirt on many an occasion and while at first, I had no reaction, more recently the sight had turned my insides to mush. I’d wondered how it would feel to have those arms holding me up against a wall as he fucked me stupid, my legs wrapped tightly around his trim waist.
But alas, I digress. Patrick. Ginormous orgasm.
Patrick was quite the opposite of Jack. He was blonde… very blonde, with the standard blue eyes. He was of average height and build, probably a runner, as he was lean and fit. My experience with runners had generally been positive, although they didn’t have the upper body strength to do much in the way of fucking standing up. They were, however, pretty damn flexible and limber, making bed sex enjoyable and worth the effort.
Compromising, we ordered a half Hawaiian and half all meat pizza. While he didn’t shudder at the idea of the pineapple, I didn’t need Sherlock Holmes to inform me that it was not a favorite topping for him. I conceded, still very much hoping for a massive cock hiding in his jeans, just waiting to be set free and milked by my pussy.
Another compromise I ended up making was the movie selection. I wanted to watch mindless entertainment. Patrick wanted… insisted on Twelve Years a Slave. Seriously. A date movie? Definitely not. But I felt my body screaming for a good fuck, so I gave in… a bit too quickly.
Only a half hour or so into our “date” and I was not in total control. I didn’t like it.
As soon as the pizza arrived, I all but ripped apart the box to grab a slice, devouring it in just a couple of bites. As the opening credits rolled on the movie, I ate another slice, but once the story began in vivid color on my television, my appetite vanished, the subject matter one that did not invoke a feeling of contentment and well-being. I sat, horrified at the history being told.
The movie had no effect on Patrick’s desire for food. He ate his half of the pizza and then two slices of my half. I didn’t know what women he usually went out with, but this girl did not like her food being consumed by her date. Asshole.
He had three strikes against him as the movie finally came to an end. My tear-stained cheeks were red and blotchy, and I felt a headache coming on from crying. More than usual, I needed the sex to be phenomenal.
“Let’s not waste any more time,” I insisted, and pulled the t-shirt I was wearing over my head and tossed it on the floor.
“We aren’t in any hurry,” he all but scolded.
“Yes. We are.”
“It’s only nine. We have all night.”
“Get naked or go home.” I didn’t mean to sound so stern but I was getting pissed. He’d eaten my pizza, made me watch a sad movie, and wouldn’t get on with fucking my brains out. I was irritated.
Patrick placed his hand on my shoulder and looked down at me with an expression that I read as condescension.
“Let’s go to bed and cuddle for a while and let the night progress naturally.”
“Get out,” I snapped as I reached for my shirt. “You don’t want to fuck me? Just leave. Now.”
“Jill, don’t be irrational,” he smiled.
“Fuck you,” I replied. I stood up, put my shirt back on and walked to the door. As I opened it, I turned back to Patrick still sitting on the couch looking slightly surprised. “Get out of my fucking apartment.”
He did as he was told, walking out and never looking back.
Shit! Mr. Dick would have to do… again.
*****
Casual sex. One-night stands. No names needed. Fuck and run. Exactly what I’d been looking for. In fact, it was the only way I was interested in having sex with a man. But as I had experienced over the course of a couple of years, it was a roll of the dice as to whether it would work out for me or not.
Sometimes I got what I’d bargained for. Other times I was pleasantly surprised and scored BIG time with a massive cock, a man who knew how to use it, and multiple orgasms. And then the flip side of all that good fortune was a less than stellar performance. I got men like Tank and Patrick. I got assholes who only got turned on putting it in my ass hole. There were the ones who wanted to jack off while watching me masturbate, which, wasn’t that bad. It really was a crap shoot picking up strangers.
My girlfriends had been warning me about nut jobs for ever. They were constantly worried about my safety and insisted in making me group text to let them know I was with a guy… just in case they needed to rescue me or call the police to break into my apartment and find my decaying corpse. I didn’t want to be the focus of a news story. “Dead woman’s body found decomposing in her apartment for six weeks. The full story tonight at eleven.” And yet, I continued to take risks by bringing strange men home with me.
I tried not to think about the “what ifs.” And when I found myself at the bar a few days after the disasterous evening with Patrick, I felt a wariness deep inside me as I scanned around the room looking for potential partners.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Jack said with curiosity.
“Just looking around,” I replied nonchalantly.
Fat ho appeared from the back room and Jack moved away from me to talk with her. I continued my perusal, trying not to look back at him as he spoke softly enough that I couldn’t hear what was being said. When he eventually walked back over to me, I saw a scowl across his face.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, nothing to worry about.”
“Your face says otherwise,” I shrugged.
“Just an issue with the liquor order. It’ll all get sorted in the morning.”
“You can’t have a bar with no liquor,” I grinned.
“True,” he smiled. “Now, what can I get you this evening?”
Those words had been spoken more times than I could count. Nearly every time I sat at the bar Jack had served me.
“You think you would know by now,” I chuckled. “It’s not like I have a huge variety.”
“So… I’ll surprise you then?”
“You do that,” I grinned coyly.
Shit! I wasn’t coy. I didn’t play those silly games. Why was I suddenly acting like a high schooler?
Jack pulled some bottles from the shelf, pouring one at a time into a stainless-steel tumbler with some ice and then shaking before pouring it into a tall glass. A Mai Tai. I loved Mai Tais!
“You do know what I like,” I smiled as I took a sip.
“Let me know when you want me to prove that,” he growled softly.
I took a long sip of my drink, not looking up, avoiding eye contact at all costs, and just when it began to get awkward, Jack was called away by a customer. I exhaled the breath I had been holding, pulled a twenty-dollar bill from my purse and placed it on the counter, and then scurried away as quickly as my feet would go. I needed air. I needed to be away from Jack. Far away.
Now, at this point, you might be asking yourself why I didn’t just hook up with Jack. I mean, it’s not as if he wasn’t fuck worthy. Quite the oppo
site, in fact. He was probably the most fuckable man I’d ever met. But I used his bar as my prowling ground and I didn’t want to complicate things. Fucking Jack would most certainly complicate things.
I stepped out to the sidewalk to calm my breathing, but I didn’t see the man walking towards the door and the collision had me seeing stars as my knees crumpled under me.
“Whoa!” a voice said as I was grabbed around the waist. “I’m so sorry.”
As I steadied myself, feeling the strong arms around me, stopping me from crashing to the ground, I looked up and saw a good-looking man staring back at me.
“My fault,” I admitted, as I straightened my knees and stood upright. The strong arms, however, remained firmly around my waist.
“Well, whosever fault it is, I’m glad,” he grinned.
Well, hot damn. The night was looking up.
Sneak Peek at Volume Three
Rarely did I go home with a man to his place. I liked to be in control. I liked to feel comfortable and at ease. Going to a stranger’s place didn’t allow me that sense of dominance I was used to.
His name was Justin and once we were in the light, I saw just how gorgeous he was. Swoon worthy for sure, and I definitely hoped he was fuck-worthy.
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