3 comments/ 15654 views/ 2 favorites Missed Connections By: khankell "Wait. What do you mean I missed my connection?" The consternation in my voice was probably apparent to everyone. This was just the latest in a series of delays that had plagued me all day long. I didn't hear my alarm. I got stuck in traffic getting to the airport. My delay there caused me to get a less-than-ideal seat on the airplane. Then, to add even more insult to injury, we sat on the runway for half an hour before takeoff. That caused me to miss my connecting flight. The desk agent was more than helpful, but it seemed that the next outbound plane headed to my destination wasn't going to be taking off for another 3 hours. I thanked the agent for her time and asked her to try and get me on the next outgoing flight. Thankfully, I only had my one carry on, so if I did get stranded at the airport overnight I wouldn't have to worry about being without clothes. I walked through the terminal until I found the nearest airline traveler club. The funny thing about spending as much time on airlines as I do is that while you may be screwed around by the airplane itself, the time you spend in the airport is not that bad. Exclusive access to frequent flyer clubs is probably the only reason I still fly with an airline that continually causes me to be late and miss my flights. Sometimes it's the little perks that matter. I wheeled my suitcase up to the bar and camped out on a barstool, intent on passing the next few hours with some alcohol and maybe some catching up on the mountain of email that floods my inbox. However, after the second glass of bourbon, the idea of even caring about my email went right out the window. Instead, I focused on clearing my mind of all the stress and irritation of the day. That's when I heard a polite cough beside me followed by, "Excuse me, do you mind if I have a seat?" The lounge was fairly empty with plenty of seating all around. It was as I was turning my head to say as much to the person interrupting my solitude when I caught a glimpse of her face. All my snarky retorts faded away as I recognized my old friend Valerie. I shouted out her name in greeting as I stood up and she must have been equally shocked to see me as well. She stepped over and gave me a big hug in greeting. After we broke apart, I took a moment to admire her form. Always the professional, Valerie was dressed for business today. A smart business jacket and skirt adorned with Valerie's most famous accessory, a pair of high heels. She once joked with me when we worked together that the heels stayed on all the time. When I raised an eyebrow at the obvious entendre, she merely smiled and nodded before I could say anything. It had been quite a while since we had worked together in the same place, and we kept up mostly via email once every three or four months. However, seeing her once again was a rare treasure in a day that had already been going downhill. I invited her to have a seat with me. She pulled her long chestnut hair together and draped it over her right shoulder as she sat down on my right. She ordered something off the drink menu that looked fruity. I continued working on my bourbon as her large pink fruity drink arrived, complete with a fruit salad for garnish. I smirked at her choice of refreshment, but she chided my reaction by saying, "Hey! It's got a lot of alcohol. Plus it's pink. You know how much I love pink." I couldn't argue with that. She finished it quickly as we caught up on things since the last email exchange a few months previous. It turns out that Valerie and I spent a lot of time flying into the same airports, just never at the same time. Life as a frequent traveler usually meant living out of a suitcase and knowing the inside of an airport better than the inside of your house. We took turns telling stories about terrible hotel rooms and run-ins with airport security. One particular anecdote about getting caught in the shower by housekeeping had her dying with laughter. As she laughed and threw her hands around, one of them casually landed on my knee. It lingered there perhaps a second or two longer than it would have in otherwise friendly company. This of course got my mind to racing with some rather interesting thoughts. There was no denying that Valerie was a very attractive woman. Her confident air and take-charge attitude was as refreshing as her beauty. When we did work together there was a bit of unresolved tension between us from an attraction standpoint. We kidded around and made some pretty loaded comments to each other, but it never really went much further than that. Not for lack of trying on either part, mind you. It just seemed that we were never in the same place together long enough to make something of it. Then, she left the company and moved away to pursue other ventures. Now, many of those old thoughts came flooding back in the airport lounge. I hoped that I hadn't betrayed my thoughts, so I covered quickly with another half-hearted joke. I explained that I was trapped here due to a long layover and that I hoped to catch the next available plane out in a couple of hours. Valerie told me that her next flight wasn't for a couple of hours as well. Valerie ordered another large fruity drink, and I decided to have another was well. I shifted my position on the barstool to face more toward her as opposed to looking over my shoulder to talk to her. She responded in kind and turned more to face me. As our conversation continued, I noticed that she shifted a bit more on her stool until her knee was touching the inside of my leg. I wasn't quite for sure what to make of this, but I hoped that it was something more than just innocent body language. It didn't take too long to prove me right as Valerie unconsciously seemed to rub her leg against mine as we spoke. In the back of my mind, images and thoughts were quickly becoming worse by the minute as our benign conversation continued. I decided that if things were more than just friendly, it was time to see on my end. I reached out carefully during one of her stories and put my hand gently on the knee pressed against my leg. As it rested there, Valerie didn't seem to notice at all as far as her story was concerned. Her body said something entirely different, however. I could feel her pressing against my hand, almost begging me to touch her more. I rubbed it around her knee a bit, enjoying the silky smooth feeling. I had once asked her if she ever wore stockings. She told me that she didn't need too. Now I could see why. The conversation continued about business related things, but the focus wasn't really on the words any more. Instead, it was on my hand and her leg. I tried to be as casual as I could in the open lounge, but as Valerie shifted more in her seat with each passing touch, it became obvious that we were quickly reaching a point. Before I knew it, I was stroking my fingers along the inside of her thigh. It wouldn't be long before they were right at the hem of her skirt and all the laid beneath. I was running more on instinct than anything else. All the flirtatious comments of the past and times I had imagined dirty, naughty things were driving me onward now. When the bartender came back, Valerie shifted her attention to him long enough to order yet another fruity drink. When the bartender had disappeared I joking said, "You'd best be careful. I remember what happened the last time we got drunk around each other." Valerie narrowed her eyes as she looked back at me as if she was searching for the memory. When she found it, her eyes grew wide and she grinned back at me. She replied, "As I recall, that was after a few tequila shots. I got up to go to the bathroom and came back and sat in your lap." We both giggled at that. I had always assumed it was on accident. I was beginning to wonder if that wasn't the case now, though. Before I could ask, Valerie jumped first with, "You know, I might have been a little tipsy back then. There was something that I meant to do after that and never got around to..." With that, she leaned in and gave me a slow kiss on the lips. As she leaned in, the fingers that had been brushing up against her thigh scooted further under her skirt. I could feel the heat that she was putting off and I was only a few inches under the hem. I felt her tongue dart into my mouth for a moment and I replied in kind, savoring the feeling of her soft lips against mine. What felt like an eternity was indeed only a few seconds. Valerie sat back on her stool as my hand drifted out from under her skirt. She looked pleased with herself. I was rather pleased as well. She said out loud, "Hmmm. I should have done that a long time ago. A shame there isn't a more private place around here..." Before I could say anything, Valerie stood up and walked to the back of the lounge toward the bathroom. I was sure that was because she wanted to take a second to clear her head or get some air. Instead, as I turned back to watch her, she glanced over her shoulder back at me. When she got to the door, she beckoned to me with her finger as she stepped into the men's restroom. All at once, the possibilities were swimming in my head. Was she really inviting me into doing something like this? I had always had some crazy thoughts, but now the real possibility of acting on them was in front of me. A quick check of the lounge found it virtually empty. There was precious little chance of any interruption. I walked back to the door and ducked inside after another survey of the room. Inside, I saw the usual sink, along with two stalls toward the back. I glanced around, trying to find where Valerie might be. Instead, I heard the unmistakable clicking of her heels against the tile floor. I then spied her heels and her legs beneath the door of the farthest stall. As I approached, I saw a small piece of white cloth drop to her ankles. I took me a minute to realize that it was a lacy pair of panties. Valerie deftly stepped out of them and I saw a hand reach down to pick them up. Before I could say anything, a soft voice called out to me, "Feel free to join me if you'd like." I pushed the door open to find Valerie standing there before me, twirling the tiny undergarment around her finger. As soon as she saw me, she unbuttoned the fastened button on her jacket and pulled it off, revealing a silky camisole beneath. Before I could say anything, she stepped over to me. With one hand, she hung her jacket on the back of the door. With the other, she pressed a finger to my lips. I figured that this wouldn't be the place to make much noise anyway, but there was something intensely erotic about being as silent as possible in this situation. Valerie wasted no time in embracing me once again, but this time the hug was more than friendly. I felt her hands sliding up and down the back of my dress shirt even as mine explored the silky garment she was wearing. She untucked my shirt and pulled back for a moment to start unfastening buttons. She carefully worked her way from the bottom up, releasing each one and pulling my shirt apart. When she reached the top, she loosened my tie just enough to unfasten the top button. She then ran her hands beneath my shirt and around my torso. I responded in kind, exploring her soft skin beneath her camisole. I could feel her hips pressing into me, grinding against mine. With her fingers dancing against my skin and her body pressing into mine, it was no secret that I was getting more and more aroused by the moment. I leaned in and pressed my lips against Valerie's neck. I felt her head lean back as she exhaled slightly. Her hands never stopped roaming as she pressed even further into me. I slipped my fingers under the waist of her skirt and down against her ass. Valerie responded by pressing against them. I stopped kissing her neck and instead moved back to her lips. Her tongue darted into my mouth at once, exploring every inch. I responded in kind, savoring the passion that had lain pent up for as long as it had. Valerie was obviously ready to move a little further. Her hands dropped to my belt and started unbuckling it. With a bit of difficulty, she pulled it free and unfastened the clasp holding my pants together. As she pulled my zipper down slowly, her other hand reached inside and took a firm hold of my hard cock. She gave it a slight tug as she pulled it free of any errant clothing. Her lips broke away from mine as she looked down to see what she had found waiting for her. Her eyes grew bigger at the sight of my cock and she leaned down towards it. Her tongue parted her red lips and she carefully placed the tip against the underside of my cock and licked slowly to the head. I could feel every delicious inch as she got closer to the tip. I shuddered as she carefully licked the precum from the head, taking it inside for a brief second to be sure she got every drop. As she straightened back up, she whispered in my ear, "Yum. I'm going to have to have that in my mouth again some time. Right now, I want it inside me somewhere else." With that request, I placed my hands under the hem of her skirt and wasted no time lifting it up, caressing her thighs as I pushed closer to her. The same heat I felt before was there, but it was more intense now without her tiny lace panties to contain it. My hands brushed against the soft lips of her wet pussy, and I felt her body shudder as my fingers made contact. I traced along the outside of her swollen lips, gently wetting the outside as much as I could. Valerie was very excited from what I could feel, and I couldn't wait to get inside her. For once, her fashionable heels were going to come in handy for what I had always admired them for. With her standing a good four inches taller than normal, she was at the perfect height to receive my cock inside her dripping pussy. With her skirt pushed up as far as I could muster, I stepped back against the wall and pressed into her. Valerie parted her legs slightly and her hand took firm hold of my raging hard on. She guided it directly to the warm wet spot between her thighs and I felt myself slip inside her waiting pussy. Valerie gasped in my ear as she sank completely down on my cock. I could feel her juices running down as the warm moist feeling of being inside her raced through my body. With her powerful legs, she wrapped first one, then the other, around my hips, sinking another tantalizing inch down onto me. I pressed her against the wall for leverage and started sliding in and out of her amazing pussy. I could feel her muscles flexing against me as I slid out and in, teasing me and driving me onwards. I grabbed her ass with both hands and used it to push myself even deeper inside her. I was doing my best to stay as quiet as possible. However, Valerie was gasping even more with every stroke. Normally, I might be worried about being caught. At that moment, all I really cared about was the amazing sex that I was having. With every stroke, I could feel Valerie growing wetter. Her legs tightened around me, drawing me deeper inside her. I was really lost in my own thoughts. Every unsavory conversation and flirtation I had with Valerie was exploding through me and being expressed via my hips thrusting into her with all the force I could muster. Our slow rhythm prevented any noises of skin slapping against skin for the time being, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold back forever. Before I could do anything else, I heard Valerie squeak a little as her rhythm changed. She sped up slightly, and I felt her muscles beginning to squeeze harder against my cock. She buried her head against my shoulder, pressing her lips against me in an effort to keep quiet. I let her take control as she started to ride me harder and faster as her orgasm built. All at once, her body stiffened as she slammed against me, driving my cock as deeply as she could down inside herself. The juices ran down my balls as she spasmed against my cock. I kept sliding in and out gently to prolong the feeling for her. As her orgasm floated away, her head came up from my shoulder and she smiled back at me. She whispered in my ear, "Thank you. I should have done that when I was in your lap before too. Now, it's your turn, big boy." Valerie lifted herself off of my cock and stood up on her own legs. She wobbled a bit a first, but with the grace of a dancer and the experience of someone that wore heels all the time, she righted herself before stumbling. She turned around and stuck her ass out, pulling her skirt up as much as possible. She looked over her shoulder at me, as if to invite me to take what I wanted. I wasted no time in stepping up behind her and once again sliding my hard cock inside her wet pussy. I sank deep inside her as before, but this angle offered yet a different feeling. Once Valerie felt me deep inside her pussy, she moved her hands and pressed them against the wall in front of us. She pressed back against me, rubbing her ass against my hips and pushing me back slightly. If she wanted to play it a little rough, that was fine by me. Throwing caution to the wind, I began fucking her with all the power I could muster. Each thrust was met by Valerie's hips pushing back against me, driving me into her harder and harder. At this point, the TSA could have come in and I wouldn't have cared. I just kept sliding into Valerie, releasing all my frustrations of the day as well as the naughty thoughts I'd had for so long. I grunted a bit here and there, but I noticed Valerie biting her bottom lip in an effort to keep quiet. I hoped she was enjoying this as much as I was. As delightful as the feeling was, I knew that I couldn't keep enjoying it forever. It only took a few minutes before I could feel myself reaching the point of no return. I growled a bit lower than before and grabbed Valerie's hips tightly as I mustered one last stroke. As I did, she pushed against me and gyrated her hips. I felt myself starting to cum as spurt after spurt of sticky cum left me and flooded inside her. I exhaled deeply as I felt myself empty inside her. She responded with yet another beautiful smile over her shoulder as I withdrew from being inside her. We rearranged ourselves as best we could. Valerie slipped her panties back on under her skirt and smoothed it out somewhat. I refastened the buttons on my shirt but left the top button as well as my tie undone. Seems I was a bit worked up from the vigorous exercise we'd both just done. I opened the stall and peeked around to be sure we were still alone. When I was sure the coast was clear, I let Valerie step out. She leaned back to give me a kiss as she fastened the button on her jacket again. She stepped out of the bathroom and I followed a minute or so later. The lounge was still mostly empty, but the bartender gave me a knowing look as I sat back down. Both Valerie and I finished our drinks and I picked up the tab for both of us. It was the least I could do. With a healthy tip for our new silent bartending friend, we stepped out of the lounge. I gave Valerie another passionate kiss and thanked her for the opportunity to get to know her a little better. She smiled back and said, "No, thank you. Maybe the next time we run into each other at the airport, we can do it again." With the reminder of the airport, I exclaimed that I was going to miss my flight. I thanked her again and dashed off with my suitcase to the ticket counter. The agent said that they were having some difficulties getting my new connection to come through, so they had instead booked me on a different flight on another airline to be sure I arrived at my destination by morning. The new flight was just starting to board, so if I hurried I might catch it. I sprinted across the airport and made it to my new departure just in time. The gate agents cleared me in record time and I jogged down the ramp, suitcase in tow. I walked down the aisle and found my new seat, hoisting my suitcase into the overhead bin. When I finally collapsed into my seat, I glanced over at the person that would be my new friend for the next couple of hours on the flight. Lo and behold, I found the same chestnut haired beauty whose company I had just been enjoying. Missed Connections I sat down at my computer, and thought about what I wanted to say. I went to the website, and clicked on the post new ad link, and clicked missed connections as my category. I typed for a few minutes; trying to get the wording just right. Northern Michigan Missed Connections I am looking for the girl that I met at Target in Traverse City on Saturday 7/20. You have short blonde hair, cut in a pixie style. You also have the most beautiful blue eyes that I have ever seen. They were the color extremely faded denim. I was in line behind you, and you accidentally dropped a $20 bill when you paid the cashier. I gave it back to you, and you gave me the most beautiful smile. You have been all that I could think about since. I am tall, and have short brown hair. I was wearing a Detroit Red Wings jersey. I looked at the words on the screen. I was nervous to post this for some reason, but that was silly. I doubt that anybody ever really reconnects with anyone through these bullshit ads. I hit the post ad icon, shut down my computer, and went to bed. I had class the next day. I am enrolled at the University of Michigan; but I take all of my classes online, except for the few that require lab work, or some other kind of special interaction. I took these classes at the University Center in town. The University Center works with twelve different colleges and universities, and I just take the class from whichever university that happens to transfer the credits from class completely. I am a sophomore, and was going to school for my bachelor's degree in Computer Science, specializing in the area of writing code. I needed twelve credit hours of physical sciences in order to fulfill my degree requirements. Last year I took Biology 100, and then I took Physics 100. This year I am taking Physics 150. All of these classes counted for three credit hours, plus one hour of credit for the lab. I went to town for the two hour lecture that I had today. It was pretty tame. I took notes, then came back home to work on a paper for one of my online classes. Out of curiosity I decided to check the ad that I had posted yesterday. It said that I had one reply. What the fuck? Could this be the girl whose smile kept playing itself over and over in my mind? And those goddamn pale blue eyes... I clicked on the link. Hi. You must be my knight in shining armor. Thank you for giving me back the twenty that I dropped in Target. I would love to show my gratitude to you by taking you out to dinner. I just need you to send me a pic to verify that you are the right guy. A girl has to be careful, because there are a lot of scammers who would try to take advantage. Sabrina She gave me her email address, and I sent her a quick email with my most flattering pic attached to it. I even gave her my cell number, just in case she wanted to text me. I had hoped for an immediate reply; but I was disappointed. My email alert never chimed, and my phone stayed quiet all evening. I finished my paper on the net neutrality by about ten, and I was sound asleep by eleven. I awoke around six-thirty in the morning, and I saw the green blinking light on my cell phone that indicated that I had a text message waiting. I swiped my finger across the screen to unlock my phone, and peered blearily at the message. Tyler, I was so glad to see my knight in shining armor again. You look even better in that pic than I remember. How about meeting me Friday for dinner? I was thinking about Del Rico's over on Front Street at seven. I have a really good feeling about you. Maybe we were meant to meet. I will be driving a green Kia Soul. See you then. Sabrina *** I showered in very hot water. I dried off, lathered up my face, and shaved with my Mercur safety razor. I loved how close the shave was. I brushed my teeth, and sprayed on a little Versace Eros. Now came the hard part; dressing for a first date. The restaurant that she chose was fairly casual, and I didn't want to overdo it. I chose a pair of gray linen slacks, and a pink Izod polo shirt, complete with the classic little alligator. I put on dress socks, and my Prada loafers and belt. Women judge men on two things; his shoes, and his watch. The loafers were classy, but not flashy. I slipped on a titanium Movado, and felt good about what I was wearing. I looked in the mirror and smiled. I felt better than good; I felt like a million bucks. I felt like the Big Bad Wolf on his way to see Little Red Riding Hood. I arrived at the restaurant a half an hour early. I wanted to make sure that I was there first. I thought about going in and waiting; but since she told me what kind of car that she was driving, I figured that she wanted to meet in the parking lot. I sat in my silver Camaro waiting for her Kia to show up. It was a flashy car for a student, and most people thought that I was spoiled by rich parents. The truth was that I had made some pretty good money writing code for games for the iPhone. That car was my pride and joy; silver with two black racing stripes running through the middle. I had custom black racing rims, and a custom chrome tail pipe kit. The leather seats were hot in the summer, but they looked damned good. I saw an obnoxiously green Kia Soul zip quickly through the parking lot, and whip into a parking space. My heart raced in my chest, and my breathing felt a little tight. As confident as I had been while getting dressed, I was very nervous when I saw her get out of the car. I opened my door, got out, and watched her from a distance. She seemed shorter than I remembered. I seem to remember her being only a few inches shy of my six foot frame. She looked maybe five feet four inches, and she was wearing heels. She made those heels look good. She wore a short pleated black skirt that was reminiscent of naughty Catholic school girl attire. She wore a tight white blouse that was cut very flatteringly. It accentuated her tiny waist at the bottom, and her generous cleavage at the top. Maybe she wore one of those push up bras, because I don't remember her being that blessed upstairs. Maybe I had been so fascinated by her eyes, and her smile at Target that I really didn't notice much more about her at the time. I couldn't see her eyes right now because they were behind sunglasses. When she saw me, a big grin spread across her face, showing her perfect teeth. She changed direction and headed right for me. She was hotter than July in Hell. I had to give it to her; the girl had a fierce walk. It was like a runway model's strut. I was so distracted that she was standing right in front of me before I snapped out of my trance. "You must be Tyler." Her voice had a husky under tone that was very attractive. She looked past me at my new Camaro. "Nice car." She smiled. "Thanks. You must be Sabrina." I paused and looked her over obviously. "Wow!" She smiled again. "Shall we head inside?" She nodded at my suggestion, linked her arm through my arm, and we walked into the restaurant. Damn, she smelled good. I love it when a woman smells good. We were quickly seated, since I had made reservations ahead of time. This seemed to piss off the twenty or so people who were waiting in the reception alcove. Our table was a small two person affair, so it was very intimate. It was hard not to stare when I was sitting across from her; especially when I noticed that her blouse was opaque enough to the show all the details of her lacy bra. "So what do you do, Tyler?" She seemed to love the fact that I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. There was something intoxicating about her. "I'm a student right now. I'm studying computer science. I write apps for the iPhone for money. I do pretty well with it." She smiled again. It was absolutely not the smile that I remembered from Target. "I could tell by the car." I saw her head move so that she could look at my watch, but she said nothing about it. Her hair was subtly different. It was not the same shade, or the same cut. Maybe I was mistaken, though. I had only saw her once, and only for a moment. The waitress came over to give us menus, and to take our drink order. I ordered a Guinness Extra Stout, and she ordered a margarita. She took off her sunglasses before we picked our menus. I snuck a look at her eyes over my menu, and they were blue; but not the faded blue of the girl from Target. This was a totally different fucking girl! Holy shit! What the fuck is going on here? "Order whatever you want on the menu, Tyler. The bill is on me, so don't be a cheapskate. Order something expensive." She smiled when she said this, and this accented the little dimple in her chin. God, this woman was sexy. She wasn't the girl that I had met previously, but the longer that I was in her presence, the less this fact seemed to matter. All I could think about was how good it would feel to kiss from the dimple in her chin, down her neck, until I got to those extremely perky breasts. She was clearly sexually excited by her little charade. Her nipples poked half an inch through the lacy bra's gauzy fabric. She saw where I was looking, and she shifted her shoulders, making her breasts jiggle. I looked into her eyes, and she winked at me saucily. I took a couple of sips of my beer; and when the waiter came to take our order, I ordered steak and shrimp fajitas, and rice. She ordered spicy chicken quesadillas, and another round of drinks. I started drinking my beer a little faster, and before I finished the waiter brought me another. The conversation slowed a bit when the food came. We both dug right into our respective entrees; probably because of the awkwardness of the obvious ruse. This lasted until my stomach got full. "So what do you do, Sabrina?" The question seemed innocent enough. "Mostly what I damn well please," she replied with a wink. "I work as a physical therapist for the Veterans Administration. I wish that I could say that it was a boring job, but there are so many soldiers coming back from Iraq and Afghanistan missing limbs that I am booked enough to work fifty hours a week." "Damn. That is a hell of a thing to do. Not just anyone could walk into that day after day." She nodded grimly. I didn't think that her job was a lie. She had the gleam of fanaticism in her eyes when she spoke about how she helped her patients. Whatever game she was playing, it did not involve her lying about her job. I had eaten about all of my food, and had been pushing the last couple of shrimp around my plate as we talked about different subjects. The waitress came, and gave her a box to take home her leftovers. "Would you two care for dessert?" The waitress asked this question as part of her spiel. It was just a way of getting another dollar or two on her tip. "No thanks," Sabrina answered immediately. "He is going to be having me for dessert." Sabrina had a huge smile on her face. The waitress looked startled for a second, then she shared Sabrina's smile. "He is a lucky man." The waitress looked my date over with an appreciative eye, and left the check on the table. Sabrina put her credit card into the little black book without even looking at the total. "I hope that I didn't misspeak. Would you like to come back to my place? We could have a couple of drinks, and see if programmers really do it with more RAM." She giggled at her bad joke, and I couldn't keep myself from joining in. Yeah, this was not the girl from Target that I had been looking for, but somehow she seemed to have been looking for me. I guess that the thing that really made my mind up was how fucking sexy she was. If she was a little bit crazy it would probably make the sex that much hotter. "I would like that very much." Even as the words were coming out of my mouth, she slid her hands down her neck, and over her chest. When her hands passed over her erect nipples she moaned a little bit. Her hands traveled under her breasts and she gave them a little push that made her cleavage strain at the lacy bra, and tight top. The waitress; like all service industry workers, had perfect timing. She arrived to pick up the check just as Sabrina was squeezing her tits together for me. She had an eyebrow raised, and seemed to be on the verge of asking if she could get in on whatever action that Sabrina was cooking up. She said nothing, but hurried away. Her credit card was back in no time, and her arm was wrapped around mine as we left the restaurant. "I live about six blocks from here, so why don't you follow me to my place." Between watching her mouth form the words, and smelling her incredibly sexy perfume, I barely caught the gist of what she was saying. She leaned over, and kissed me hard on the mouth. He lips tasted of strawberry margarita, and I felt her body mold itself against mine. My hand slid up her back, and grasped the back of her neck, and the kiss deepened even further. If this didn't stop soon we were going to be naked on the hood of her Kia Soul, and the whole parking lot would get a triple X-rated show. She broke our kiss suddenly. By how hard she was breathing, I figured that she wanted to tear my clothes off as much as I wanted to tear off hers. "Follow me," she said simply. Her voice came out very husky. It was very damn sexy. I crossed the lot, and hopped into my Camaro. The engine snarled to life, and I pulled out behind her boxy green car. It was about six blocks to her apartment complex. I took the twists and turns, and pulled into a space next to her's. Her apartment was in a one story building. The hallway opened onto four units; two on each side. She walked to the first door on the right, and opened it with her key. I followed her in, and was pleasantly surprised by her taste in décor. Her apartment looked like it had been professionally decorated. I guess that I was just used to my house. The only decorations that I had on the walls were posters from some movies that I loved. We both took our shoes off at the door; she turned on some lights, and told me to make myself comfy on the couch. It was thick white leather; as creamy as a vanilla milkshake. She walked into the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink? I have beer, Jack, and rum." "I'd take some rum with a couple of ice cubes, if you have some." I heard ice tinkling into a glass, and a bunch of rustling noises. She returned to the living room a couple of minutes later with two generous tumblers of rum; wearing only her underwear. I'm not talking about the underwear that your mom wore to the P.T.A. meetings. This was Victoria's Secret runway model worthy, and so was her body. She wore a white lace thong and a matching lace... for the lack of a better term, bra. It performed the technical duties of a bra. It started low on her rib cage, almost like a bustier. It pushed her medium sided tits up, making an obscene amount of cleavage on a girl so small. The cups of the bra stopped at the level of the middle of her areolas, but the middle of the bra was cut out so that it left her nipples totally exposed. This was why her nipples were so noticeable at the restaurant. "So what do you think?" She was still wearing the heels that she had on earlier. They made her legs look amazing. She brought one of the cold glasses up, and brushed it across her exposed nipple. It didn't seem to get any more erect, because it was probably as excited as it could get already. It did leave an interesting bead of water on the tip of her nipple. It ran down, and was quickly absorbed by the lace of her bra. "I think that you are incredible." This was the honest truth. Looking at her was better than any Playboy centerfold that I have ever viewed. She walked over, and handed me a tumbler, and I took a huge swig. The spiced rum made a warm feeling in my belly, and that warmth radiated all the way down to my steel hard cock. She chugged her tumbler of rum in one large swallow. The ice clinked against her glass when she sat it on the end table next to me. She knelt down in front of me, and ran both of her hands over my rock hard cock. I drank the rest of my rum, and sat the glass next to hers. She slid my zipper down, undid the button on my pants, and I raised my ass up so that she could slide my grey slacks, and boxer briefs off. My cock happily sprang free from its confines. My dick is only seven inches, but it is pretty thick; at least that is what I've been told. Seeing this sex goddess kneeling in front of my erection made me feel like a porn star. She licked my cock all the way from the base until she reached the tip. He tongue seemed extra wet, and the evaporation of her spit made my cock feel cold at the base; all the while her breath was warming the tip. She stuck out her tongue, and guided a long trail of saliva run down the length of my shaft. I shivered. She gripped the base of my cock, and slowly began engulfing me with her mouth. She slid slowly down my shaft until it bumped the back of her throat. Her jaws looked like they were stretched about as far apart as they could get. I had considerable girth, and she didn't want to scrape me with her teeth. She began to speed up her motions. She bobbed her head, and took me almost to the back of her throat, and then back up to the tip; all the while flicking her tongue. One of the most erotic things about this was watching her eyes. I have always been a sucker for some beautiful eyes. These were not the faded denim color of the girl from Target, but her eyes were beautiful just the same. The best part about them was that when she looked me in the eye I could tell that there was no one that she would rather be with, or no other place that she would rather be. It was like she worshipping me. She was totally devoted to this. It was very exciting. I'm not sure if my cock had ever been that hard before or not; even when I experimented with taking a Viagra that a friend had given me. I knew that her jaw couldn't take being spread open like that for very long. She had been blowing me for close to five minutes, and it had started to feel way too good. I didn't want to blow my load in her mouth so soon. I wanted to keep this going for a while. I ran my fingers through her short blonde hair. It felt soft and silky between my fingers. She paused for air, and I leaned down and kissed her firmly on the mouth. I felt her melt into me, and return the kiss with the heat of extreme passion. It was like our bodies fed off of the excitement of the other's. I pulled her up into my lap, and our kissed deepened further. I felt her tongue explore my mouth, and my hands exploring the beautiful handfuls that were her breasts. They weren't as large as I had previously thought, but that bra made them really stand at attention. My thumbs rubbed over her hard nipples, and she moaned into my mouth, and squirmed on my lap. This was another interesting feeling since my cock rested between her ass cheeks, with just the thin lacy fabric separating me from her soaking wet pussy. I could feel it's wetness on my cock and even against my stomach when she moved just right. I started sliding her thong down over her hips, and she stood up for a second, and stripped the scrap of lace off, and kicked it across the room. She settled back into my lap, and I felt her hot, bald cunt rubbing against my engorged manhood. We kissed again, and she continued to slide her wetness up and down my shaft. I tried to catch her near the tip of my cock in order to slide myself inside of her. She put a hand on each of my cheeks, and shook her head in a definite "no" motion. "I have condoms in my pants pocket, if that is the issue." She shook her head again. "I want you to fuck me doggy; I always cum harder that way." She crawled off my lap, and stretched out on all fours across the white leather sofa. I liked doggy style too, so I had no complaints. I knelt behind her, and slid my middle finger into her pussy all the way to the third knuckle. She moaned loudly. She was very uninhibited for an apartment dweller. I slid my finger out, and pushed the tip of my cock to the entrance of her love tunnel. I pushed gently, and immediately felt resistance. It wasn't like she was a virgin, or hadn't maybe been fucked lately; it was just that her pussy was tight. I guessed by how toned and fit that her body was that she exercised. Maybe she did yoga. Whatever kind of exercise it was, it made her pussy cling to my thick johnson like a second skin. I continued to slide inside of her. She was very wet, so even with the resistance it was easy to get myself all the way inside of her. I could feel her pussy muscles quivering inside, and I thought it might be a small orgasm. She moaned loudly again. It was sexy as hell.