Lola

The bar was like many others in town, but he liked it was off the main street, away from hipsters and preening selfie sluts. Everyday people like himself came here for personal reasons. Some stress, some loneliness, or bonding with a friend over a few beers.

He was one of those with time on his hands, while the plant was shut down for retooling. He was lucky, many would be downsized, but he was assured of a position when the plant started back up. He was bored looking at the walls of his small apartment tonight, and sought to distract himself by people watching, and to mellow his ennui with a few rounds.

The waitress was a fetching redhead with long red curls, that reached the top of her decolletage

Bright blue eyes with the confidence of a few years dealing with drunks, could turn from fanciful to cold hard flint when she angered. Her walk was like that of a model, enhancing the sway of her perfect ass, way too classy for this establishment. High heels, and yoga pants, lead to a form fitting blouse cut deep to enhance customer tips. It was a sight any man delighted seeing as she walked, and she was headed my way.

"What's your pleasure hon?" she beamed, smiling with both her eyes and her lips.

"A mojito miss."

"Sure thing handsome," Then let me watch the flip side of her form, as she sashayed to the bar.

Looking around, my eyes caught a woman who stood out from the rabble. Her long straight auburn hair glowed amber in the feeble light of the bar. One could tell she had the kind of body every man desired, no matter what he had at home. She was wearing a dress, and her legs were obliquely angled to the light, shadows along the creases, augmenting the toned presentation up to the hem of her pale-yellow dress. The legs appeared lightly tanned; with a promise the thighs were as desirable. The back of her dress was cut low, very deep in the back, and barely modest in front, with a few inches of her valley beckoning to be explored.

Motion in the corner of my eye instinctively caught the waitress's hips in hypnotic cadence strut back to my table.

She smiled, her eyes teasing, and breathed," she's beautiful isn't she. Comes here once and a while. Always alone. I could add another of what she's having to your tab and let her know 'your compliments'. I bet she comes over to thank you. Wanna take that bet?"

I gave her a conspiring smile and said, "you're on darling, thank you."

A few minutes later the waitress approaches the woman, setting the drink and singling me out to her.

I saw her look, and then she smiled warmly as she approached.

"To what do I owe the compliment?" she asked in a silky voice. It had a southern inflection, a bit deeper tone and came off sexy as hell.

I stood and pulled her chair out, then slid it under as she sat.

"I wouldn't expect manners in this place, you can't be local," she had a melodious laugh as she spoke.

"The waitress caught me admiring you and suggested an ice breaker." I took her up on it, as It seems, I have nothing planned, and you were alone."

"A handsome man as you admiring me?" you flatterer.

"Who's making an overture now?" I grinned.

"Im Lola, and you?"

"Joe, and thank you for being bold enough to join me. You are far better to look at than the chair you are occupying."

"Well, at least I'm prettier than a chair." She flirted

"Honestly, it was a really nice chair."

She laughed; her eyes sparkling

We discussed jobs, pass-times, past trips, until she noticed two hours had slipped by.

She frowned innocently like she was making a decision and asked, "what time do you have to be up tomorrow?"

"I don't." I answered simply.

"I'm about a block from here. Let's say we go there and watch the submarine races?"

I had a dumb look for a moment, then broke into a soft chuckle, "Ok, but I'm betting on the black one."

She had a very well decorated and furnished abode. Complementary colors, designer brands, well chosen accessories. Her building was clean and well kept, but an older structure. Inside her door you were transported to another realm.

"It's remarkable, Lola. Anyone would love to live in a space like this."

"I'm pleased you appreciate it. You have good taste in design, and women." She chuckled.

She adjusted the lighting with a pre-programmed scene on her phone. It was dim, but not dark. The room took on a romantic ambiance.

We were standing by the couch, and she slowly slipped the left strap of her dress off. Due to the lack of fabric above the waist, what there was fell away and exposed an unsupported large globe that was winning the fight against gravity. The areola was round, light brown, medium sized, supporting an erect nipple that screamed, "suck me".

Lola saw the rapture in my eyes, took my hand and placed it where I was shy to go. It was so firm. I squeezed it and felt it pushing back like it had a life of its own. I leaned in and took the nipple between my lips and savoured its rubbery texture. The areola had a few tiny bumps and I used my tongue swirling the circumference to decode the Braille as Lola sighed, "Oh please, make love to my breasts. They long for a man's touch."

As I straightened up, Lola took my hand and guided us onto the couch. She dropped her other strap, and her dress completely fell to her lap. Her exposed torso and face, would rival any centerfold. Both of my hands cupped a melon, holding them as if fragile eggs. My thumbs stroked the darker skin, and watched the nipples snap back to attention when brushed aside.

Her face was a picture of desire, enjoying the attention I gave to her chest. I squeezed, sucked, stroked, manipulated her flesh every way my imagination led me.

Her lips were parted and using one hand to take my weight, one on a breast, I leaned in for our first kiss. She moaned, and her lips responded with passion. I moved my support hand to wind my fingers in her hair, pulling her face lightly tighter to mine. We made out, time immaterial, while our passion was expressed in kissing lips, nipples, sensitive neck zones, each of us trying to ramp each other's lust.

Lola gasped, and a wild look was in her eyes. Her hands went to the snap on my pants. She looked into my eyes as she retracted the zipper. She was fit, her hands slid my attire down quick, my erect penis straining for attention.

Her hand went straight for my sack. She gently singled out each ball, rolling and playing with them until by phallus was straining for the stars. She stroked my shaft with just her fingertips, tracing the veins along it to its base. Next her fingers traced the crown, toyed with my slit, and tested my glans, squeezing it from several angles. A drop of pre-cum oozed out and just as it started to roll downwards, her tongue caught it and she swirled it in her mouth.

She licked her lips, bent to my beaver basher, and bloomed her lips over the bulb, slowly from my tip to my ridge, all the while firmly sucking. The low pressure in her mouth allowed it to engorge as blood raced in to fill the weakened cells. My helmet now filled her mouth as she slid her lips in shallow passes over the smooth fat business end until she had to feel my silky love cream fill her mouth.

Her tongue provided a red carpet for my snake to slide on while she began to go deep. I felt my dimpled area being polished by a soft velvet glove all the way until it disappeared into her face.

Her teasing sensuous play made me want to grab her head and fuck her face hard. I was going crazy being toyed with, but used my failing will to hold back and allow her to force my release her way.

Sensing the pulses start, marking my impending release she prepared to have her face assaulted as my involuntary thrusts violently ejected a flood of salty lust from her efforts to tease it into existence.

She reveled in her skill at making me give up my seed to satisfy her need to feel its warm slick texture as she let it roll to her throat and swallow the evidence of her debauchery.

I was basking in the endorphin post orgasm high, when I felt her tongue licking me clean. Her fingers coaxed the last drop up out of my shaft and she cleaned her mouth's surfaces and swallowed the last traces of our tryst.

She moved to me and kissed me, deeply pressing her tongue into my mouth. I tasted a hint of my spend as we swapped spit for a bit and then she pulled away.

Standing she faced away from me letting her dress fall to her feet. No panties revealed a peach of an ass. She was a perfect figure eight with thighs that could crack walnuts.

"Joe, there's one more thing I want us to do."

Her hands pulled her cheeks apart and she winked her starfish, looking back with a grin, then slowly turned to reveal her breasts and lack of hair around a cut, very masculine penis.

"I won't be offended if you spit."

I shouldn't be surprised, I thought. The décor was too perfect.