She was about to give up when she saw an
older guy walk into the bar. Not bad looking, slender with salt and
pepper hair. She glanced down at his crotch and noticed he had a slight
bulge. Now this was looking promising. She watched as he sat down and
ordered a seven and seven. He didn't even look around, he just sat
there sipping his drink and staring off into space.
Tracy
just had to find out what this guys story was, and see if he was going
to fit her need. grabbing her drink, she walked down to the end of the
bar and sat next to him, saying hi. He was polite and said hi back, but
his eyes didn't linger on her. She was no slouch for sure. She was
five feet six inches tall with blonde hair and green eyes. Her tits
were a nice 32D, and she made sure she showed them off.
"So, not to sound cliche or anything, but do you come here a lot, or is this the first time?" Tracy asked him.
"Sorry?" he asked as he turned towards her.
"Just curious if you're a regular or just stopped in," she replied. "I just happened to stop in myself".
"No, not a regular," he replied.
"So, married, girlfriend, none of the above?" she asked him.
"None of the above," he replied taking another swig of his drink.
This
guy was being tough. This made Tracy want him even more. It was as if
he could have cared less that she was trying to pick him up. She made
small talk with him, but not anything that would give her an insight to
what sort of man he was. After a few drinks, Tracy got bold and leaned
over and whispered in his ear.
"I want to fuck you," she said.
He put his drink down and looked at her as she smiled and winked at him.
"Why?" he asked.
She wasn't ready for a response like that. She was expecting him to get up, pay his tab and take her somewhere to fuck.
"You're not like most guys I meet," she replied. "I don't get the impression you're a one pump Charlie, are you"?
"Well, if you are asking if I am good in bed, then yes, I think I am," he said.
Tracy
was starting to feel her nipples harden as her pussy began to tingle.
Yep, this was the guy. She wanted....no needed to fuck this guy. She
took his hand and slid it up her skirt so he could feel her clean-shaven
pussy.
"Is that ok?" she asked with a grin.
"Let's go then," he replied.
Tracy
followed him out of the bar and over to his car. He opened the door
for her and then got in to the drivers seat and headed down the road.
"Are we going to your place?" she asked.
"Nope," he replied.
"Then where?" she asked.
"You'll see," he replied with a smile.
They
rode for about fifteen minutes, then he turned down a dirt road. They
followed the road down to what appeared to be a lake. She was getting
nervous and wondered if she had made a mistake. Maybe he was a serial
killer and she just got herself into trouble.
Pulling up near the edge of the water, he shit the car off and got out, walked over to her side of the car and opened the door.
"Sorry, but I like nature," he said as he helped her out of the car.
Once
Tracy was out of the car, he pulled her to him and began to kiss her.
His mouth parted as his tongue shot into her mouth, probing all over her
mouth. She was melting right there in his arms as she felt the rise in
his pants, knowing she was going to be filled with it real soon.
He
lifted her shirt from her body and removed her bra, caressing her tits
as he bent over to suck and lick her nipples. One hand pulled up at her
skirt allowing him access to her pussy. She was breathing heavily as
she felt his hands on her, probing her. She wanted his cock inside of
her so bad she could taste it. She reached down and unzipped his pants,
reaching in for his cock.
As she pulled his cock out of his pants, she looked down and saw....
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