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I Had a Dream - The Bar

I Had a Dream – The Bar

By billy69boy

I walked into the bar, squinting, with my eyes straining to decipher the dark images in the virtually unlit saloon. I made my way to the back of the room, and took my usual place at the near-deserted bar. I was vaguely aware of a lone figure sitting at the middle of the bar as I passed. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, that mysterious silhouette turned into what appeared to be a raven-haired goddess, wearing a dark trench coat. Of course, every woman looks like a goddess in the dark, I thought to myself. I ordered my first long-neck and took a big slug to get me started. I had my priorities. But, now my attention turned to the beautiful phantom lady, who seemed to be staring at me in a not-too-subtle way. I stared back at her. I figured it was the least I could do. I can be friendly, I thought.

Wait, what was this? She was actually walking towards me. I knew it was me, because no one else was over on that side of the bar but me. “Hi,” she said rather matter-of-factly, and without enthusiasm. “Hello,” I answered in as uninterested a tone as I could muster. Her eyes were like daggers, deep and piercing. She was staring directly into my soul, I knew it right away. The back of my neck tingled, and I drew in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. I knew I was gone already, and I no longer had control over anything that was about to transpire. She took the stool next to mine, and faced me.

“What’s your name?” I asked. “It doesn’t matter,” she shot back. “Well, can I buy you a drink?” “I have one,” she replied, showing me her martini glass. “Okay, but I’m only trying to be sociable,” I explained. “That’s irrelevant too,” she answered in apparent annoyance. “Look, let’s try to keep it real,” she suggested. When she read the puzzled look on my face, she seemed to get more impatient with me. “Okay, watch: I love your long hair. Now, you try it”. “Okay, uhhhh…I love your long hair too,” I said, actually with sincerity. “Good! I want to run my fingers through your hair, and hold your head steady,” she explained. I tried to think of a clever retort, but in truth, I had nothing. I could only stare back into her big brown sparkling eyes, and watch as she leaned towards me, took my head in her two hands, and kissed me deeply and passionately. Her brazen advance took my breath away. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and tried to keep up with her. I had never been kissed like this before, ever. Her tender lips parted, and she invited my tongue into her burning hot mouth. Her tongue met mine, and it was so soft and velvety, I couldn’t get enough of it. I was already aware of my throbbing erection, and I wondered how long it would take for her to notice.

When we came up for air, I could see the radiance in her face. She was absolutely glowing, and her breathing wasn’t exactly calm either. She bounced down from the barstool, we grabbed our drinks, and she led me over to the corner table, the darkest spot in the place. I watched her sway sensuously as she walked. She was so sexy in her outrageously high-heeled black pumps. Her trench coat couldn’t hide the curves of her hips contrasting with her impossibly skinny waist. She sat down facing away from the barroom, and pulled me down into a chair in front of her. She untied the belt and opened her long coat, revealing her firm proud breasts to my amazed eyes. “Do you like them?” she asked, with a determined look on her face. “Beautiful,” I whispered. She didn’t budge, but she said no more. I was on my own. I reached out, and lightly ran my finger tips over her aroused nipples. She gasped, and looked away, but she didn’t move. Emboldened, I began lightly pinching them between my thumb and forefinger. Her whole body shuddered, and she leaned closer to me: “Suck them…take my tits into your hot mouth, and suck on them!” she ordered. (One thing I was always good at was following orders.) I leaned in, and ran my tongue all over one, then the other. She let go of her coat, and gripped my hair up, pulling my face to her bosom. “SUCK THEM!” she commanded, and I quit playing around and went to work. I sucked, and squeezed, and bit her nipples until she was visibly squirming in her chair. She controlled the action by pulling me by my hair just exactly where she wanted.

All of a sudden, she pushed me back into my chair, and whipped her coat open to reveal…NOTHING! She was completely naked under her thin trench coat, save for her black heels. And how beautiful her body was! She was so tight and athletic, with wildly exaggerated curves, like a natural Playboy Bunny. She opened her legs, and said nothing. I knelt down between her beckoning legs, and buried my face in her sweet crotch. She lunged forward, meeting my mouth with her moist pussy, and grabbed two handfuls of my hair once again. I licked her quivering clit around and around, and nibbled it ever so gently, as her body jerked in reaction. “OH GOD YES!” she blurted out, as I sucked her sweet juices right out of her hot body.

“Finger me!” she pleaded, as she slipped out of her shoes and put both feet up on her chair, scooting forward. I hesitated at first. Her bare feet got my immediate attention…so delicate and feminine. I had to touch them, massage them, and kiss them tenderly. She stopped for a brief time and enjoyed the attention to her feet, especially when I took her toes into my mouth, suckling each one, then running my tongue in between.

“Please?” she implored, reaching for my hand. As I straightened up to kiss her on the lips, I deftly inserted two fingers directly into her waiting love canal. She literally jumped out of her chair before she ground her pelvis against my intruding fingers. “Oh Yes, that’s it! Finger me, oh my yes, DEEPER, ooooh, HARDER!” Her ass lifted off the chair again and again, as she met my thrusts full f***e…she seemed to be pretty close to blowing, so I stopped. Cold. I pulled my fingers out of her, stood up and grabbed my own two handfuls of her long dark tresses. “Suck me!” I said.

I sat back down in my chair, and she immediately knelt between my legs, and maneuvered my cock out of my pants like a pro. I looked down in time to see her open her mouth, and make my throbbing cock disappear down her throat. I held her head tightly in my two hands, and fucked her mouth with authority, but not so deep that she would choke on it. (I’m considerate, if nothing else.) I was going crazy, watching this dark haired mystery lady sucking me like it was the greatest thing in the world, and maybe it was. I felt the beginnings of my personal volcano showing signs of erupting, and I guess she could feel it too. So she stopped. Cold. She stood up, turned away from me, and bent over her chair.

She pulled her coat up over her legs to her waist, exposing her smooth round ass to my grateful gaze. I reached out with both hands, cupping her cheeks and squeezing them. She wiggled her ass back and forth, and shook her head: “No, don’t just squeeze. Spread my cheeks, and lick my ass!” It was not a demand that I needed to hear more than once. I exposed her shivering brown pucker to the cool saloon air, and lapped at it with my hot slippery tongue. Her knees buckled momentarily when she first felt my tongue licking gingerly around her most vulnerable hole. When I began to dart my tongue in and out of her sweet hole, she gyrated her hips involuntarily, and let out a low moan. I pulled her cheeks open wider, as I squeezed her firm ass tighter in my hands. My tongue rimmed her opening, then, penetrated her ass in rapid fashion. She pushed back against my face, and bucked hard. “Oh, yes, that feels so GOOD!” she hissed, as she soared right past “tingly” and entered the explosion mode. She bumped and lurched with increased intensity, until I just…STOPPED. COLD.

I sat back in my chair and said nothing. She whipped around, and had the look of murder in her gorgeous eyes. “You no good teasing Motherfucker!” she seethed. “Fine!” she declared, then hauled off and slapped me square across my face. With her other hand, she grabbed my empty beer bottle, and sat down on her chair facing me. She stared directly into my dazed eyes, and pushed the beer bottle into her soaking wet pussy. She sighed loudly and deeply, and proceeded to pull and push that bottle in and out of her body with ever increasing thrusts. Her breathing grew louder and deeper, until I could barely make out her words: “Fuck you, I don’t need you. I’m not going to beg you to fuck me. I don’t need your beautiful curvy cock inside me…” she sneered in contempt…

…”okay then, you win. Are you happy now? You win! I’m begging you now…yeah, you heard me, I’m begging you to fuck me. You fucking win okay? Please fuck me?” She begged, with more than a little sense of urgency. (I love winning, who doesn’t?) I pulled her to me and put the beer bottle on the table. She instinctively straddled my legs and sat down on my lap. “We’re doing it my way,” was all I said. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face down to mine. I kissed her pouting lips slowly and tenderly. Just our lips touched this time, no tongue. I relished the passion and intensity I felt when our lips locked together with a sense of mission and desperation. God, she could kiss with such pure energy and emotion. I moved my lips around to her cheeks and up the side of her face to her forehead, kissing my way around her adorable face. She lifted her head towards the ceiling, and I kissed my way down her slender neck and chest to her heaving breasts. She sighed deeply as I nibbled and licked her protruding nipples, and took each one in my mouth to suckle gently but firmly.

Her fingers found their way into my hair once again, and she gripped my head approvingly. I reached between my legs, and aimed my manhood towards her eager love opening. I rubbed the head up and down her wet slit several times, then, slid it slowly inside her. She gasped into my ear, and she helped me ease it into place. And there we were: connected in the ultimate way, two strangers sharing the most intimate human experience together. She pulled my head towards her face, and planted her trembling lips onto mine, and she began to slowly rise and fall as she rode my very own private G-Spot Stimulator. Her tongue shot out into my mouth, as she increased her tempo, and my strokes went deeper each time, until she was accepting my total offering with each new thrust.

She abruptly pulled back from my face, and put her mouth close to my ear: “Oh YES, baby, that’s IT! That’s what I’m looking for, OH you feel SO GOOD inside me! Yes, FUCK ME darling, FUCK ME HARD, MMMMMMMMMM, yes, that’s what I like,” she exclaimed without shame or apology. She put her arms around my neck, and proceeded to ride me like I was a mechanical bull. I grabbed her ass tightly for stability as she continued to fuck me mercilessly. (I wasn’t complaining!) As she neared the point of no return, I didn’t stop her this time. Instead, my forefinger found her tight brown opening, and I slipped it inside her two-knuckles deep.

Whoa! She jumped up and down on my cock even quicker and harder, and her bear hug around my neck almost caused me to pass out, but I held on, and rode it out with her. We both came like we had never done before; it was so erotic and so beautiful. After we regained our composure, we held onto each other for what seemed like hours. We probably would have stayed in that position forever, but the waitress came over and brought us new drinks. “They’re on the house. We all enjoyed the show, thanks!” she said. My anonymous lover and I looked at each other and just smiled. We hadn’t realized how crowded the bar had gotten since we became so preoccupied with our random tryst.

We drank our drinks in silence, as we held onto each other for just a little while longer. There really wasn’t much else to say. She finally stood up, kissed me on the forehead, and whispered ‘thank you’ in my ear. She turned and walked provocatively out of the bar, and out of my life. I stuck around for a bit more, going over the night’s erotic events with a big grin on my face. Did that really just happen, I thought? I convinced myself that it was true. And I realized right then, I would probably never have such an amazing sexual experience with such a captivating and beautiful woman as this one tonight. But I wasn’t sad. On the contrary, I was happy that I at least had this unbelievably amazing experience to cherish for the rest of my life.

Plus, I made her beg me for it.

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