Upping the Bar

I didn't have to turn around to know that he had entered the room. He had this vibe...this presence...this je ne sais quoi that spoke to me beyond the things he could physically do to my body. Mentally, I tried to ignore that he was there. I tried to shut out the memories that had been riding me in my dream, refusing to let me sleep...a touch so real that when I pushed up from the lulling waves of slumber and breathed in the air of reality, I physically shuddered from the release as if he had physically removed his mass from my vaginal walls.

How we met is of no consequence. He is who he is, I was who I was and for a brief few months we enjoyed the pleasures to be gained from each others bodies before he left and I remained with a gaping hole caused by the fire that he had lit in my soul and in my cunt.

I could smell him. Soap and water combined with the scent of Perry Ellis Red...but underneath that a more masculine, virile scent that spoke of great beasts of prey sniffing at the wind until they picked up the scent of what they would devour, toying and prying and playing with their food before swallowing it whole in one magnificent gulp. I closed my eyes. God help me, I wanted him.

Four years.

It's been four years since I've seen him or spoken to him or been next to him and right here...right now...my pussy called to him in such soft, trembling mewing sounds that I clamped my legs tightly together in the event that he really could hear her.

I walked towards the bar and ordered a dirty martini, taking a quick gulp before I gathered up the courage to turn around only to find a hard muscled body pressed up against me, stopping me from fully facing my predator.

"Baby-luv", he whispered into my ear, his fingers reaching out to steady my trembling hands that were in danger of spilling the remainder of my drink onto the table. His other hand snaked up under my jacket towards the curve of my breast before softly squeezing and releasing my side as he stepped away. I turned to face him and waited for the onslaught of emotion that I would surely feel, completely surprised when none came. None of the hurt of his departure or the love that I though I'd felt. In it's place was lust. Pure, unadulterated lust. I wanted to fuck him.

Tipping the remains of my martini into my mouth, I rolled the olive around slightly with my tongue before chewing and swallowing the salty morsel. I could feel his eyes of my lips as I licked the last bit of vodka from my lips before moving past him towards the rest room. Like a dog awaiting dinner from his master, he followed. Walking out into the hallway he grabbed on to my waist and pulled me up against his cock. I could feel him hard and throbbing, ready to burst through the material of his immaculately pressed suit. It was my cocktail to celebrate my call to the bar, afterall, and as one of my referees when I made my application to become a barrister, he had accepted my invitation to the little soiree.

I pushed him into the bathroom and closed the door. As I turned, he pushed me up against the door and allowed his hands to make their way down my arms, onto my waist before curving over the roundness of my ass and gently squeezing the firm, yet plump flesh. Watching him, I unbuckled his pants and shoved my hand through the opening of the zipper, feeling his hot hardness touch the cool of my fingers. Easing my fingers into his boxers I lightly stroked my fingertips over his cock before staring him dead in the eyes.

"Tell me you want my lips on your cock", I said

Groaning he, grabbed my chin and pulled me in for a deep tongue thrusting kiss that left my lips feeling bruised.

Sinking down onto my stilettos, I balanced my-self while touching my tongue to the tip of his cock and for the first time in four years, inhaled his dick like I was a sinner seeking salvation. Feeling him shudder, i took him in my mouth and licked him from tip to base before taking his entire cock into my mouth and deep-throating him. Working my tongue over his cock, i pulled away at interims allowing him to see his dick covered with my saliva mixed with his pre-cum. Looking up into his eyes I allowed his juices to move a lil down my chin before sucking and moving my hands up and down his cock in a way that was guaranteed to make him cum. He loved when I got nasty and I felt him groan in approval as he pushed my hand away, pulled my hair into a pony tail and fucked my mouth like he was grinding into a wet, juicy pussy.

Pulling me to my feet, he pushed my skirt up over my thighs seeking for the waist band of my undies. Finding none, he stopped, fully understanding right then and there just why he had been invited. Pressing me into the door, he raised my legs around his thighs and entered me, the tip of his cock sliding slowly into the my hot wetness until he was all the way in. Pressing my legs back against the door, he held me there slowly and torturously fucking me as I tried to stifle my moans into his shoulder. There were lawyers and Judges and family and friends not far from where we stood enjoying each other. Keeping my legs anchored to the door, he got on one knew and stroked the outlines of my cunt with his tongue before sinking it into core, the strokes of his tongue replacing that of his dick while I moaned silently, willing myself not to call his name. He left the centre of my woman hood and placed his tongue around my clit....licking and sucking and vibrating his tongue so quickly across my clitoris that I arched my back and pressed my pussy down into his face willing him to suck all of my dry. Before I could cum he placed my feet on the floor, turned me around and asked me to stand with my legs open and palms flat on the door. My stance was that of being frisked by the police.

Rising up off the floor he kissed and sucked at the mounds of flesh that is my ass before biting into the curve of my back.

"Fuck me", I pleaded. "Please....just do it"

Holding onto my hips he eased his cock into my pussy from behind and started fucking me so hard and so fast that I knew that if the music stopped for just a minute that everyone would hear us. I could feel the heat of my impending orgasm settling into the centre of my stomach begging for this long awaited release. His hips slammed into mine, pressing...grinding....fucking...hurting my cunt in that feel good kind of way until I softly whimpered his name as I peaked.

Still inside me, still fucking me, he groaned 'babyluv....i need to let loose inside of you'

Pushing him away I dropped to my knees and opened his mouth as his sweet, rich cum flowed into my mouth....over my lips...down my throat...closing my mouth over his pulsating cock, I gently drained him of his life source.

When it was over, I rearranged my clothes, rinsed out my mouth and reapplied my lipstick. I had a speech to deliver...and after that...well...we had a lot of catching up to do, Reaching out, he stuck his fingers up my skirt deep into my pussy, pulled them out and sucked my juices off each finger before reaching over to kiss me good luck.

"Four years, babyluv, and you still taste the same"

I turned and left the room before my body lost the battle with my logic. If my kitty had her way, she would be straddling him while all my guests waited on me to appear. For now, duty called.