0 comments/ 50362 views/ 5 favorites Bar Scene By: Xhyra I immediately knew when you got there. I felt a tingle down my spine. I turned from the bar to take a look around. There you were, just coming in. God...you looked so good. I felt the tingle spread just thinking about your hands on me. You caught my eye as you walked toward me. Just as I started to lose myself in the heat I could see (and feel) in them, I noticed the appreciative looks you get from the women you pass and smiled to myself. Mine...all mine...6'4", barrel of a man, who I can turn to jelly with my hands and mouth. You were turning me to jelly with that look. I watched you walk over...taking in the worn areas of your jeans, my eyes traveling up the buttons of your shirt, to where it opens over your tanned skin, that last button I did for you this morning...right before you bent to kiss me goodbye, your hands caressing my ass and squeezing my breasts...pulling me into you... The tingle becomes a delicious feeling between my legs. My eyes reach yours again...they're dark with passion...as you get to me at the bar. Standing before me...not speaking...you caress my cheek, then graze my bottom lip with your thumb and lean in to kiss me. My nipples harden immediately. Your body covers mine and as your tongue parts my unresisting lips, I reach up to run a hand through your hair. You run your hand along my neck, down my chest brushing over a taut nipple through the material of my blouse, around to the nape of my neck, holding my head up toward your kiss. I moan softly as our kissing deepens, feeling your other hand travel around my hips to my behind, rubbing over it, then squeezing as you pull me closer to you. My hand on your chest feels the rise and fall of it as your breathing quickens...I can feel your hardness against me...you run your tongue once more over my lips, trailing kisses toward my ear, then nibble on it. Moaning again, I move my hips...pressing in, trying to get my pussy closer to your cock, feeling it through both of our jeans...pressed against my mound. "Hey babe" you say in my ear (the vibration of your voice resonates through me and starts a throbbing in my clit). "I missed you, let's get out of here before we cause a scene..." I reach down between the both of us to massage the hardness growing there...pressing my fingers around the outline of it...remembering what it feels like when you fill me up...quenching the ache I always have between my legs for your brand of fucking. I hear the familiar growling moan from within your throat and realize that if I keep this up, soon I won't be able to stop you. "OK, just let me pay for my drink" I sigh, as I turn around to face the bar trying to catch the attention of the bartender. He is at the other end of the bar; so busy he can't see me. You lean your body against me pressing me into the bar...I can feel your cock against me right above the center of my butt. Your hands reach under the hem of my blouse, smoothing up my stomach to cup my naked breasts, then rubbing the palms against my nipples. A shiver runs through me and I raise myself on tiptoe, wiggling and pushing my fleshy backside into you to feel your hardening member from a better angle. "Too late, Babe" you mutter against the top of my head as one hand slides back down my stomach to cover my mound. Pressing your hand deeply between my legs and squeezing my puss through the jeans that are by now moist with my juices. I close my eyes as you stroke a long finger back and forth along the center seam...moving my pelvis to match the strokes...pushing it further and further between my swollen lips with each stroke You find the spot that rubs my quivering clit. You know you've hit home because my hips buck forward and I take in a deep hissing breath. My eyes fly open. The bartender is still at the other end of the bar (Thank God for the loud music and darkness...although the woman closest to us is looking at me strangely...I smile weakly at her, she smiles back then goes back to talking to the people with her). I hang on to the bar to steady myself, because I know there's no stopping you. You squeeze my breast and bend to nibble my ear, saying against it "Feel how much I want you", using the grip you have on my heated center to move my soft behind against your now rock hard dick. I also feel another growl rumble up from your chest to end up a moan from your lips at my ear...then vibrate back through my body. You pinch my nipple...hard, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out...it feels so good. Turning me around to face you...still massaging my mound...you kiss me...sucking in my lips...darting your tongue in and out...your hand now at my other breast, twirling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Rubbing your hand back and forth along my aching slit, you pull back to look at me...my head back...breathing ragged...breasts heaving with each breath...eyes closed. "Open your eyes" you say softly...your hand slowing down its rubbing, then stopping to unbutton and unzip my jeans. I look into those green eyes that I know so well as your hand slides into the front of my jeans, fingers parting the hot, wet lips...spreading them to give you access to the sensitive hooded area of my clit. A finger drags over it and I make a soft, breathy ooooohhhhh sound as waves of pleasure travel through me. My eyes close again, so I can concentrate on the deliciously spreading feeling...my hips pressing forward, grinding against your hand. "No...Open your eyes" you say roughly, "I want you to look at me when you come" My eyes slowly open, in unison with my groan. I feel your finger enter me, pushing deep inside, flattening your hand against my wetness. You start a slow circle with that finger, my pussy constricting around it. Your eyes bore into me..."Feels good, doesn't it babe?" Your voice low and gravelly. I can only grunt in agreement, my hips circling with you, my ass clenching in the effort to get your finger deeper inside. It presses inside me, hooking against the top of my walls. The heel of your palm rubbing against my clit, finger circling and hooking and...you pull it out. I let escape a pleading whimper. Quickly my hand grabs for your cock, squeezing it. Your eyes close and your tongue flicks over your lips, because I'm rubbing your hardness, feeling the material slide over it... Your eyes open again, capturing mine. Your hand, so big, squeezes my throbbing wet sex, thumb pressing down on my clit, one of your fingers slightly entering my asshole. I watch your eyes darkening, narrowing as you lean in to press your forehead against mine. Then suddenly you plunge two fingers inside my cunt. My fingers convulsively press your cock in response. I don't think I have ever unzipped you as fast as I do now. I want to feel the soft smooth skin of your shaft against my fingers. It springs free right into my hand...I rub my way over the wet head and down the shaft until the tips of my fingers poke into your balls. Scraping my nails against them gently before I wrap my fingers around your throbbing cock, stroking up and down, against the soft skin. I feel the rumble begin and raise my chin to cover your lips with mine, feeling the full force of your growl entering my mouth, sending the shivers down my body to meet your hand. Our rhythm starts... Your thumb rubs my button and your fingers move in and out. My palm slides up and down your shaft...It's swelling and throbbing in my hand. You move in closer to me, practically lifting me off the floor with your thrusting hand. I can't control my hips, pushing them forward to meet each increasingly forceful push your fingers make inside of me. My hand moves faster along your cock, and I feel your other hand cover mine, showing me your rhythm, matching it to the hand pounding into my dripping, quivering pussy...I feel the tremble begin inside me at the end of your fingers. You feel it and know to deepen our kiss. My scream would surely carry over the loud music, but now it just starts and ends at our lips. My body stiffens as the first wave of orgasm starts...I'm panting into your mouth, groaning, whimpering, my hips bucking as it rips through me. My juices flood into our hand and you rub those juices, slowly, into the lips of my pussy and over my engorged clit. Your penis is still thick in my grip; you're still guiding my hand as my breathing slows down. "Don't care...have to have you, need you...to fuck you," you mumble against my forehead. Suddenly you turn me around, pull my jeans down over my ass and I feel the head of your cock against me...so hard, poking between the cheeks. I step up to stand on the metal support going around the bottom of the bar, moaning softly as I feel your big hands spread me open...feel the head of your cock pushing against my sex...feel your cock sliding into my wet pussy...feel "Oh God...NOW he decided to come over!" I'm mortified; the bartender is making a B-line for us. I hear you chuckling behind me, your laugh making your hardness twitch and jerk inside of me. "Better order another drink luv," you say, punctuating your words with small thrusts and placing your wallet on the bar. "You pay him, I'm busy," pulling almost all the way out, your hands sliding to grab my hips. I manage to croak out an order and you push yourself back into me forcefully when he turns away to fill it. And you're fucking me in a club full of people... It feels so good...your cock stretching me, filling me up, rubbing against the slick walls of my cunt, slowly moving in and out. I squeeze down on your cock with my interior muscles, circling my hips. My ribs are pressed against the bar, my breasts lying on top of it...the bartender lingers a little after I pay him for the drinks. Your arm glides around me, fingers circling my neck, caressing my chin and I guess he gets the message...he leaves. Your other arm wraps around me under the bar, pulling me tighter against you, lifting me so my feet are barely touching the support. I feel your lips against the back of my neck and your thrusting speeds up a little, deepening each time. Your breathing is heavy, hot against my neck. I can feel your groans through your lips against my skin. Shivers are running though my body, my hips meeting your thrusts..."So good, babe" I hear you say, grinding on me, deeper into me...your jeans scratching against the skin of my ass. You hand reaches down, fingers parting my hot lips and rubbing my clit. That's more than I can stand...my pussy tightens, you're thrusting faster and harder into me...fucking me deep. I cover my own mouth with my hand, my eyes wide open, widening still...the pit of my stomach is tied up in knots. You growl at me, "yeah, that's it, come with me," I'm ramming my ass against you, my cunt convulsing around your cock, squeezing it in spasms, my orgasm traveling up and down the length of my insides and up and down the length of your shaft. You bury your groan at the top of my neck and you plunge that one last time deep into my throbbing sex...I feel your cum flooding the inside of me...the head of your cock twitching against my cervix. I let out a shaky breath and lay my head on top of my arms on the bar...breath coming in gasps, feeling your penis soften. My body convulses again when you pull out. You pull my jeans back up, fasten them for me, wrap your arms around my waist and lean into me, covering me...your lips against my ear...your voice a low chuckle. "I love you, babe...I guess we don't have to leave now..." Bar Scene Scene; A bar in New Orleans. Darkish; a paucity of light, but pleasant, sufficient to soften, a relenting, forgiving dimness. A jukebox plays; a selection of Zydeco and Jazz, and New Orleans-y melodies; always full of brass, and fiddles played with bows, or picked like a banjo. Smells of sawdust on the floor, sharp tang of spilled beer, whiskey, perfume, tobacco. Smells like a bar in New Orleans. Full of possibility, and raucousness, and that New Orleans thing. If you know, you know. Its cool inside, hot outside, and thick with humidity, and thick with the possibilities of nighttime in New Orleans. Its late. I see her as soon as I come in, but I stop in the doorway anyway, let the hot breeze blow in behind me, and the night sounds of Bourbon Street. Tourists. I light a cigarette and the door whooshes shut, rubber gasket scraping the concrete, sealing in the icy conditioned air, smells of whiskey, tobacco, perfume, night in the Quarter smells. She's at the bar, on a stool, but facing the room, back to the dark wet wood, legs crossed. She has a drink in her hand, and a cigarette. Dark hair, dark eyes, face in shadow, fair skin. Short skirt. I check again. Very short skirt. Leggings or stockings. Tank top, shirt over that; off one shoulder. Pale, smooth neck, small, fine breasts. Dark lipstick. A thin, tight ribbon around her throat. Dark. There's a guy on each side of her, one facing the bar, one half facing her, foot on the low brass rail, elbow on the bar, talking to her, well, talking at her. Looks like she's paying no mind. She takes a short drag on her cigarette and coughs a little. I grin, but stifle it. I walk over, step between her and the closer guy, lean over the bar and nod to the bartender, arrange for a short whiskey and a Turbo Dog, leave my change on the bar. I settle in, and talkin' dude gets hurt feelings; hey buddy, you mind, in my way here man, asshole. Like that. I ignore him. She ignores us both. The guy on the other side tries. She ignores him too. Nobody gettin' nothin' done. I look at her in profile, from close. We're jammed in pretty well, and I'm between her stool and the dude anyway. I can see a pulse in her throat, can smell her hair. I keep watching her. I know she can see me, but she gives no sign. She doesn't ash her cigarette. Taps her toe up and down a little. Dude pops my arm with the back of his hand. "Hey asshole, you're in my way." Very close to me. I can feel his breath on my face, smell beer. I pull on my cigarette and breathe it out into his face, just a little. I raise my eyebrows. Say nothing. Turn back to study her some more. He jabs stiff fingers between my shoulders. "Hey fuckhead. Move it. I'm warning you." I catch the bartender's eye, who's already watching this, and point to my beer and shot glass with two fingers; inverted victory sign. He nods, and pours fresh ones from where he is, flips his towel over his shoulder and is setting them down in front of me when dude grabs my arm. "Hey asshole" "Just stop it." "What? What did you say?" "Just stop." "Stop?" "Yeah, stop it. You've already made your position known. You made your threat. I didn't move. So quit it." He's puzzled. Rallies brilliantly. "Asshole." "Yeah, you said that." I turn towards him. This doesn't look like it's going away. The bartender is getting edgy, looking around for a bouncer. I hold up a hand, pat the air. I got this. I just want this done. I want to get back to her. "Listen. This is not what you want. You have no idea who I am. Who I might be." "Who you are?" "Yeah, who I am." "What the fuck are you..." "I could be anybody. I could be Lieutenant James Vee, N.O.P.D Watch Commander for this precinct. Couldn't I Dave?" The bartender nods. "You could be, Jim." Dude looks confused. I see him trying to scope it; my jeans, boots, plain black tee shirt, untucked. "So are you?" "See? That's my point. You don't know. See what a problem that could be?" He thinks about it. Decides how I knew he would. "Fuck it. Whatever." Turns back to his drink. "No, actually, now you've bothered everyone. You need to pay for your drink and leave." "What?" "Pay. For your drink. And leave. You fucking ass-clown." He stares at me. Thinks about it for just a minute. Can't make himself do it. Pulls out his wallet. Puts a fifty on the bar. Waits. "Dave can keep the change. See ya. Y'all come back now, hear?" I turn my back on him. Look back to her. She's still not looking at me. Dude bangs out. Short burst of outside sounds and warm air, and strangely; the clear smell of pancakes, or maybe waffles. The bartender brings me a fresh glass, foam spilling over. I slide it to me. "Thanks. What's your name?" "It's not Dave." "No?" "No. You really a cop?" "No." "No?" We laugh. "Thanks Dave." He holds up the fifty. "Thanks Officer." "How much?" At first, she doesn't realize I'm talking to her. I have to lean closer and raise my voice over the music. "How much?" "What?" "How much?" "How much for what?" "For you." She pretends to think about it. "Depends on what you want." "I want everything." "That's expensive." "Why I asked." "You could be a cop." "You could be a cop." "You asked me first." "Fair enough. I want you to come home with me in a cab, and have sex with me for money." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Just fuck?" "Probably not." "Probably not. Uh huh. What do you mean probably not?" "I mean I may want to do more than just fuck you." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Like what?" "Well that depends." "On what?" "How much? She laughs at this. I signal to the bartender that's not named Dave for my tab, but he waves me off. I guess the fifty from dude will cover me. I take her arm above the elbow. "Ready?" "Ready for what?" "Haven't we been through this?" "I'm not through with my drink." "You sure?" She looks at it, takes a little sip. I can't tell what it is. I put a finger under her glass and tilt up. She tries to stop, but can't, and the choice is drink it or spill it, and she does her best, but still spills a little, and she chokes a little and coughs, and her eyes tear up, and she glares at me. "That was rude." "I'm sorry." "You're not sorry. You're not at all sorry, I can see it." "Am I being charged for this?" "For what?" "For this. For the conversation here. Are we leaving or not? You're being kind of chatty being as how we've already got a deal." "A deal?" I sigh. "You're really not supposed to be this difficult." "Not supposed to be? You got this part down, huh? You hire a lot of girls in bars?" "See, you're supposed to just come with me without any trouble, that's the point." "The point? The point? What's the point? Tell me what the point is." I sigh again. Signal Not Dave for another. Sip it. "The point of a, of a, a..." "A what?" "A pro." She laughs. "A pro? You can't even say it? A whore. A hooker. A dirty little bar whore. Say it." "Say it? You're kind of pushy." "I'm a whore. I'm jaded and cynical." "I don't like that word." She smiles a little. "I know." I grin. "Dirty little bar girl. I don't mind calling you a dirty little bar girl. Or slut." "You can be a slut without being a whore." "Clearly." She looks at me suspiciously, but I give her a blank look. Sip my beer. "So." "So." We eye each other. She leans back against the bar; clearly not ready to move. "You want another drink?" "Sure." "What are you having?" "Same." I bark a little laugh. "Jesus you're difficult. What do you want?" "Jesse knows." "Jesse?" "Jesse is the bartender. His real name." I look at her bemusedly, but she just looks unconcerned. "We were chatting." "Uh huh." "I'm a whore. I'm always looking for customers." "Uh huh." Jesse brings the drink. He's grinning. Must have heard some of this. I give him a dirty look, but he laughs and winks. She takes her drink. Sips it. "And by the way, we don't have a deal, as you call it." "We don't?" "No. You said you wanted me to come with you and fuck you for money, and I said that I hadn't finished my drink, and that was it. No deal." "I think the last thing I asked you was how much?" "Yeah, and we never determined that, did we?" "No." "'Cause you didn't tell me what you wanted, you just said you wanted to do more than fuck me." "I think I said that I wanted to do a lot more than fuck you." "Uh huh. Well, I'm expensive." "Yeah?" "Extremely." "Extremely expensive?" "Extremely expensive. Exorbitantly, ridiculously, unconscionably expensive." "Wow." She just looks smug. "So..." "So you need to tell me what you want, and I'll tell you if you can afford it." "How about I tell you how much I have and you tell me what I can get for that." She thinks about it for a minute. "No. Won't work." "Won't work?" "Won't work. I'm a whore. If I know how much money you have, I'll just jack up my price and give you the minimum and take all your money. You need to tell me what you want, and I'll tell you a price, and we'll negotiate, and you'll try to get more than I'm offering." "I will?" "Oh, they all do." I laugh. "Okay." "Okay, so go ahead. Tell me exactly what you want, and I'll tell you the price." "How much detail do I need to supply?" "Well, the more detail you give me the better I can set the fee." "Okay. Is anything off the table?" "Off the table?" "Yeah, is there anything that you won't do?" She looks at me, and for a moment looks so sweet and dirty and vulnerable that my stomach lurches and my cock stirs. "I'm a whore. You hire me and I'm your whore. I'll do anything. I'll do anything you want. You can fuck me. You can hurt me. You can make me do anything you want." I try to speak, but my mouth has gone suddenly dry. The world has of a sudden become just the two of us. I sip my beer and clear my throat. My chest feels tight. I can hear my heart pounding. "So." I clear my throat. Arrange my jeans to accommodate a partial hard-on. "So I need to tell you exactly what I want, so you can tell me how much, and you need a lot of detail, so you can accurately set your rate?" "Uh huh. A LOT of detail. I give itemized estimates." I laugh. "Itemized estimates." "You're stalling. I might find another customer at any moment. That older guy over there looks like he's loaded." "Okay." "Okay so go. Tell me. Tell me what you want." I lean in to her. She tucks her hair behind a perfect little ear so I can growl to her personally. "Okay. I want you to finish your drink, and come with me, and get into the taxi like I said before. I want you to take my cock out in the back of the taxi and suck me while we drive to my place. I don't want a lot of conversation, I just want your mouth on my cock while we drive. The driver might see you, but I'll tip him and he won't mind. I want you to wrap your hand around the base of my cock, and jerk it slowly while you suck and lick the head of my cock. I might put my hand on the back of your head, and maybe grip your hair, and probably push down to put my cock further into your throat. You can take me in your throat right? Being a pro and all? I won't mind if it chokes you a little. I might wrap my hand around your throat so I can feel how deep my cock is going and so I can feel you jerk and choke a little if it's too deep. I won't come though. We'll get to my place, and I'll have you stand by the driver's window while I pay him from the back seat, and he'll have heard you sucking and choking on my cock the whole way there. That shouldn't cost extra, since you'll just be standing there while he looks at you, and thinks about me taking you upstairs. And then we'll go up. You go in front of me, and we'll get to my door, and I'll want you to stand there, and I'll reach around you, and unlock the door, and give you a little shove between your shoulders and push you into the room. I'll lock the door behind you, and the deadbolt, and you'll wonder if you made a mistake; maybe I'm a dangerous guy, that maybe I'll hurt you, but it'll be too late by then. I want you to walk over to the couch, there's a square leather ottoman there, and I want you to reach up under your skirt, and pull your panties down to mid-thigh, and kneel on the ottoman, and kneel with your knees apart, as far as you can, with your panties still on, and I want to flip your skirt up on your ass, and finger you a little, and push my fingers into your pussy, probably two fingers, and get my fingers all wet, and pull them out, and wipe my slippery fingers on your cunt, and wipe them around to get your little slit all wet and ready, and then push my fingers back in your pussy, and get them wet again, and drag them out, and wipe them on the head of my cock, and smear your juices, and my pre cum over the head of my cock, and the shaft, and line my cock up with your cunt, and put my fingers that were in your pussy into your mouth, and pull your head back, and drive my cock into you as hard as I can, you'll really have to grip the edge of the ottoman, and then I want to fuck you, with one hand gripping your hip, and my fingers in your mouth. I want to press down on your lower back, to jut your ass out towards me, and wrap your hair in my fist to pull your head back, hard, so it makes you gasp, and fuck you hard, so it hurts you. I want to pull my cock slowly from your pussy, and step around, and jerk your head up by your hair, and put my cock to your lips, and I want you to open your mouth, so I can slide my cock into your mouth, and deeply, into your throat so it chokes you a little, and makes your eyes water, and I want you to lick and suck my cock, until I pull your mouth off of me by pulling your hair up, and" "Okay, wait." "Wait?" She takes a drink. Looks a little pale. "Just give me a second. That's a lot." "A lot?" "A lot of things you want." "You said you wanted a lot of detail." "That's a lot of detail." "You said. You said a lot of detail." "Well." "I was just" "I know, it's just a lot of" "I thought I should be clear." "Clear on what you want to do to me." "Yes. I thought. I mean, that's what you said." She nods. "Yes. I did say that. That's going to be very expensive." "Well. Yeah?" "Yeah." "Well. I wasn't done." "You weren't done." "No. I want to do other things too". "Other things?" "Yeah. I want some more things." "More things." "Yeah, more things. I want to wrap your hair up in my fist, and lift you up onto your toes, and pull the rest of your clothes off of you, and maybe just leave your panties on, but down around your thighs, and kick the ottoman over in front of the mirror..." "The mirror?" "I have a big mirror leaning against the wall. Its like seven feet tall and four feet across. Nothing can hold it up, so it leans there. It has a dull silver frame, and very, very fine dark lines, like black threads, running all through the glass. It's very old, I think." "I see." "And kick the ottoman over in front of the mirror, and make you kneel on it again, with just your panties on, but down around your thighs." "You like that." "Like that? What part?" "My panties down around my thighs. Not naked." "I think that your panties pulled down, down below your ass, down around your thighs, is more vulnerable and naked than naked." "I think so too." We stop talking for a minute. The jukebox is playing La Jolie Blonde, an old song in French with a Cajun accent. It's a squally, sawing song; heavy on fiddles and maybe an accordion. The bar is very dark, red and blue bulbs around the windows overlooking Royal Street, but only dim lights over the bar, and two red exit signs. I take a pull on my beer. My throat is dry. My heart is pounding. I can hear people walking past the bar, talking loudly, streaming towards Bourbon Street. "So I'm kneeling on your leather ottoman now, and I'm kneeling in front of your big mirror that's leaning against the wall, and I'm facing the mirror?" "Yes. Facing the mirror, and I'm standing behind you. And you're kneeling on the ottoman, and you're naked except for" "Except for my panties down around my thighs." "Correct." "I see. And you're behind me." "Yes." "Okay, and you're behind me and I'm kneeling on your ottoman, and my panties are down around my thighs, and then what?" "Then I take two fingers, and reach between your legs, and open you up again, open up your pussy, and fit my cock to your cunt again, and pull on your hip, and drive my cock back into your cunt, and now I can watch your face." "The mirror." "Right. That's the point." "Watching my face?" "Yes. I want to wrap your hair in my fist" "Again." "Yeah, I said that already I guess. Yeah, I want to though, I want to wrap your hair in my fist, and pull your head up, but this time I can watch your face, watch you in the mirror, and pull your hip back to me so I can drive into you with my cock and watch your face. Oh!" "Oh? What oh?" "I just thought of something." "I'm sure." "I want to smack your ass with my hand. Hard. While I'm fucking you. And watch your face. Reach back, and give you a hard, stinging, sharp, slap with my palm right at the bottom of your ass, at the top of your thigh." "That's extra." "I thought it might be." "Yeah, WAY extra. I'm not sure you can afford it." "Well." "Well. We'll see." "Okay, but I'm not done." "Jesus." "Well. I'm kind of on a roll now, it's kind of coming to me as I go." "Uh huh." I grin at her, and she grins back, then remembers, and tries to look aloof, and sips her drink. "What's your name?" "My name?" "Yeah, what's your name." She thinks. "Evangeline." "Wow." "Yeah. It's beautiful isn't it?" "It is. It's a famous" "I know! She was an Acadian girl that was separated from her lover Louis and never found him again, and her loneliness and despair finally drove her mad, and she died, and Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote some of her story, and Longfellow wrote the poem about her." I smile. "Wow, 'her loneliness and despair drove her mad?'" "It did. Mad. Mad with despair. Or maybe mad with loneliness." "Wow. And that's your name?" "That's the name I'm telling you." "I see. It's a beautiful name." "Thank you. So, to get back on track, I'm kneeling on your leather ottoman, naked," "Except for your panties..." "Yes, we've covered that, my panties pulled down to my thighs, and you're watching my face while you fuck me" "Hard." "While you fuck me hard, and slap my ass" "Hard." "Hard, Jesus, you and your hard, and then what?" "Then what?" "Well, you already can't afford all that, so you might as well put in all on the table, and maybe you can pick a few premium items and" "Premium items?" "A few, um, high priority items. You're going to have to prioritize. You have to be reasonable." "Uh huh." "Yep. Prioritize." She grins. Sips her drink. She looks delicious. I lean over to kiss her. She leans back. "Whoa cowboy! What the hell is that?" "You're right. That was out of line." "Way out of line. I'm not your fucking girlfriend." "I'm sorry." "You should be." "I apologize." "Well." "I was overcome. I forgot myself." "Well, just, you just put a lid on it until we work this out. And you haven't said anything about kissing me." "Okay. You're right." "I know I'm right. You don't need to tell me I'm right." We sit. Face forward. Sip our drinks. "So." "So." "So you're kneeling..." She laughs. Bar Scene "We've covered that. You were going to prioritize." "Oh yeah. Put it all on the table and pick my high priority items." "I think that'd be the best way." "Okay then, I do have another high priority item." "Okay." "I'm not sure how to just say it right out." "Ah. One of those." "Yeah, I guess". "Whisper it to me." "Yeah? That's easier?" "Usually." "Okay." I lean over, and put my lips directly against the shell of her ear. I feel her shiver a little, and I let my lips brush her ear. I tell her. "Wow." "I told you. I don't know how to just say it." "You just did." "Well, I whispered it. You're right. It's easier." "Uh huh. You want to put your cock in my ass." I gulp. Nod. "Do you see how little I am?" "I nod." "I'm little. You're a lot bigger than me." She stands up, stands in front of me as a demonstration. Holds her arms out a little. I nod again. "And you want to put your cock in my ass. It will probably hurt me. You'll have to get your cock all slippery and very hard and very slippery, and really push hard to get your cock into my ass, and it will probably hurt me. Is your cock big?" She looks around a little to see who's watching us, and steps between my knees where my feet are hooked on the rungs of my barstool, and looks me in the eyes, and slides her hand up my thigh to the crotch of my jeans, and finds the bulge of my cock, half-hard already, under the material. She gives me a squeeze. "Uh huh. I thought so. You want to put this thick cock in my little ass-hole and fuck me. You want to watch my face while you fuck my ass, even if it hurts me. You want to come in my ass. You want it to hurt me, and you want to come in my tight, hot little ass, and you want to watch my face. You want to feel your cock swell, and jerk, and pump your come into my ass, and drive it in deep, and hold my hips in your hands and fuck me, fuck my ass, no matter what I say..." At the same time, we realize she's still standing in front of me, and squeezing my cock through my jeans, and I don't know if anyone heard any of that, but people are definitely looking at us. She clears her throat, and resumes her seat, and we both take a sip of our drinks. Synchronized. "Well that's going to be out-fucking-rageously expensive." We both laugh. A beat later; "You're a bad boy. What would your mother think?" "That's low. That's a low blow. My mother?" "Well." "Well, what would your mother think?" A pause to consider; "Okay, right. No mothers." "Fuckin A." We laugh a little. Sip. "So..." "I'm still thinking. I want to make sure its all on the table. I don't want to think of something later that I should have mentioned, and then you'll have to revise the financials, and it'll break the mood." "Break the mood of you fucking me on your ottoman in front of the mirror." "Exactly." "That'd be a hard mood to break, I think." "Well, still." "No, you're right. Take your time." "Actually, this list could get pretty long." "I bet." "Well, what I mean, maybe we just decide on a category, or categories, and within the category, I'm, um, approved." She laughs. "Approved categories. Okay. Are you categories already on the table? Are those your categories? The...activities we've discussed?" "I think so. I think we've outlined the broad categories." She nods. "Okay then, allow me to recap; you want to fuck me on your leather ottoman in front of the mirror, and you want me to suck your cock, actually, you want me to take your cock in my throat" "You like saying 'cock.'" She grins at me. "I do like to say cock. Cock." "Go on though, I didn't mean to distract you." "Oh, okay, um, well, okay, fuck me, ottoman, cock, oh yeah, okay, um, you also want to slap my ass while you fuck me" "Slap your ass hard while I fuck you." "Right, hard, and you want to also put your big, thick, cock in my tight little ass, even if it hurts me." "Well, that last part is a little editorial, don't you think? I mean, you kind of made that part sound more egregious." She laughs. "Egregious! Wow!" "Hey, you've already used unconscionable, so I can throw out an egregious." "You're right, you're right, sorry. And you're right that was unfairly editorial, so let me summarize; you want me to kneel on your leather ottoman in front of your big mirror, and you want my bare little cunny, and my throat, and my tight little ass-hole." "And I want to spank you." "Right! I forgot! You want to spank me." "Right. So." "So. So all that." "Uh huh." "Right. Well, hmmm." She thinks for a minute, ponders, pretends to ponder, crunches some ice. "Okay." "Okay?" "Yep, okay, I'll assume you're good for it, and I promise you, this is going to be amazingly expensive." "Well, okay then. Can we go now? Are you ready?" She tips up her glass, wipes her lips fastidiously with a napkin, sets it down carefully, stands, brushes her skirt down. "Yes. I'm ready." "Well okay." "Okay." We emerge into the silky warmth of the New Orleans night. She's a little unsteady; it's kind of cute. I see a little sheen on her neck, and I know just how she'll taste. It actually makes my mouth water. I can see a pulse in her throat. When I look back at her dark eyes they're already on mine, and she's smiling a little, probably because she knows what I'm thinking. That I'm thinking about tasting her, or something like that. I can hear music, and she's laughing now, and I laugh too, and I reach for her as she puts her arms around my neck, and her feet come all the way off the ground, and I put my mouth on hers, and crush her lips, and her mouth tastes like cherries and ice and liquor, and I kiss her like that while people part around us in the middle of the sidewalk. "Sarah?" She laughs. "I want Sarah. Come back." "Okay baby, I'm Sarah. I'm here." She laughs again. Calls me a baby for ruining the game. I kiss her some more. I let her feet touch, pull her to me, her arms go around my waist as we walk. I kiss the top of her head. "Let's go home." "Okay." We walk in step, I can smell her perfume. "Ah, I still want to do all those things, yeah?" "I know baby." We laugh. Bar Scene We're drinking in a dark, dive bar. I've had a bad day and need to get some release. As we sit in our dark corner, you try to ease my brow by reaching under the table, undoing my belt and pants. From there it's easy to reach my hard cock and bring it out into the air. You stroke it firmly, slowly sliding your hand from the tip of my cock head down to the base. We sit drinking, unbeknownst to the people around us, you are jacking me. As you slowly pull my cock, pre cum begins to seep out, wetting your hand and my cock as you smear it up and down. I'm not ready to do you and tell you so. This is my moment. I tell you to gather up all the cum in your hand and bring it out from under the table. I want to look and see how much there is, I want to see a puddle in the palm of your hand. You do as you are told. Your hand comes up onto the table, palm up and glistening with a slimy puddle of cum. The waitress walks up right then, sees you with your cum covered hand and smiles. I tell you to clean you hand up. You obediently lift your hand to your mouth, pouring the cum onto your tongue. Then, as the waitress continues to watch, you lick your hand clean. You offer me some, but I decline. The waitress, on the other hand says Yes. Your hand clean, you tell the waitress our drink order as I pull my gaunch back over my cock and do up my pants. I don't want to cum yet. As we sit with our drinks, I idly grasp your thigh, kneading it, gradually moving closer to your cunt. As the drinks are done, my knuckles brush your cunt lips through you pants. You are slowly getting worked up, but are still concerned about my distractedness. It seems I am still bothered by work. You have an idea. Maybe if we slip out the back door and you suck my cock down your throat I'll feel better? Yes, why not? We slip out the back door and down a ways, to a little spot with a dark alcove. I tell you to kneel down, not caring whether you wreck the knees of you pants or how hard the pavement is. You do as you are bid and look up at me expectantly and with adoration. I am your world and you will do anything to please me and keep me happy. I release my cock as you steady yourself, your hands leaning on my thighs. You look at my cock, saliva already dripping down your chin, a look of pure lust on your face. You take my cock down your throat in one motion, your lips straight to the root. You start slamming your face into my groin, not caring about the gag reflex that keeps threatening to choke you. Your mouth fills with spit, drooling down your chin and onto my balls. Your head flies back and forth, up and down on my cock like the piston from a car. My cock head goes deep down your throat making it bulge in the dark. As you kneel, worshipping my cock, the waitress comes out the back door for a smoke. She stands there oblivious to the depraved carnality going on a few feet away. You slow down for a moment, just to catch your breath, and I whisper to you to look and see who's near. You gasp around my cock and ask permission to finger fuck yourself as you suck my cock down your throat. I say Yes. As you pick up the pace again, frantically diddling your clit as you cover my cock with more spit slime, you whimper and moan. The waitress hears something and looks over in our direction, but it's not clear how well she can see who or what's going on. As she stares, trying to make it out, the bartender pokes his head out the door saying he needs her back. She drops her cigarette, stamping it out and goes back in. The nearness of getting caught has excited you even more. Now you are plunging three fingers into your cunt while smashing your nose into my groin. The squish-squish as you fingers plunge in and out of your cunt, the sloppy noise of spit in your mouth as my cock flies in and out, and the whimpers and moans you make are all getting too much for me. I need to cum. I pull my cock out of your mouth, telling you to keep fucking yourself. You kneel there panting and moaning for my cum. I say Yes, you are getting my cum now! As you hear that, you explode in orgasm, anticipating my cum landing on your face. I oblige. I let two huge string of cum blast out of my cock onto your face and hair, and then cram my cock back into your mouth, continuing to blow my load. You take most of the rest of my load in your mouth while some is blasted straight down your throat. I begin to calm down, my cock still sliding in and out of your mouth, through my cum. Finally, I pull my cock from your mouth. I tell you to stand up so I can gaze upon your beauty, highlighted by the strings of cum across your cheeks and hair. Struck, I do something that surprises you; I pull you to me and kiss you deeply, my to tongue swirling in your mouth and through my cum. Startled, you swallow. Done, I refuse to let you clean up, saying we are going back for another drink. You acquiesce reluctantly. Secretly though, you want the waitress to know who she saw, and maybe have another taste of my cum, but this time from your face ... We go back inside, to the same table we'd had before. The waitress saunters over, having noticed we'd come in through the back door. She knows. What she doesn't know is that there is cum across your face and hair, at least not until she gets to the table and you demurely look up at her. As you look at each other, you scoop a glob of cum off your cheek and lick your finger clean as if you were sucking my cock again. The waitress looks at you with eager, lustful eyes. You can't help yourself; you scoop another glob onto your finger and offer it to her. She opens her pursed, ruby lips to accept your finger, and greedily sucks and licks my cum from your finger. When she's cleaned your finger, sufficiently to my liking, I order two more drinks. As we have our drinks, you sit in utter contentment knowing that some small part of the world knows how you love and worship me, and has some inkling of why. Bar Scene I can't imagine not being with my lady, she is tall sexy and chocolate - and every time I am with her I think of how lucky I am. But the one thing I count myself most lucky about is that she is such a slut - now many people use slut as an insult but to her it is a title she wears with pride because she is sexually free and liberated and will never be confined by societal conventions. Besides she loves to get fucked and as her man I love to watch her get fucked as much as I love fucking her. So one time we are at a club and I am dancing and laughing and having a good time with her - my hand on her ass - kissing and just enjoying her sexually as much as I could in a public place. I glanced around to see the how many guys are checking her out because I know that she is hot and bothered and ready to play right now - some guy or gal in her is about to get lucky. I see a guy sitting nearby at the bar and he is stealing glances especially when she turns around - so I whisper in her ear - go get him. She knows the drill - she has a task and she will fulfill it because I have yet to see a man who showed interest willing to turn her down. She walked over to him and held her hand out and introduced herself - then she asked what he was drinking and ordered him another - this was her way of taking control and let him know she wasn't there to play with him. He took the drink and thanked her and then asked about the guy she was just with. I am still sitting in the same seat and as she points to me I raise my glass and nod my head. By now if he didn't get it he would in a second when she moves close to him and pushes her tits on him and then reaches down and rubs his crotch. This is a turn on for most guys but for her this is her dick check - her way of knowing that she is not wasting her time. However, within seconds of reaching down and grabbing his crotch she felt his semi hard dick spring to attention and she knew that he would not be a waste of time - she barely could grab around it due to its thickness and the length was impressive as well. She smiled at him and kept stroking him while he smiled back at him - she said well are you going to kiss me or what - he reached up and grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her face to his and they began to kiss in a very hot and erotic way right at the bar - all pretense was gone and he started to feel up on her breasts -I knew her exhibitionist side was getting her wet as hell- though at that moment the bartender was about to say something until I called him over and gave him a sizable tip to look the other way. So right at the bar in plain sight they were in a hot and heavy make out session that was quickly turning into more than that - his hands were on her ass and since she never wore panties going out, he reached under her dress and was feeling her naked round ass. He pulled her closer and then his hand now under the dress probed and found her soaking wet pussy and stuck his finger deep inside her and slowly moved it in and out until she let an audible moan. She broke the kiss and whispered to him that she wanted his big dick inside her - he smiled and started to get up and she pushed him back down - without hesitation she unbuckled his pants and then unzipped him and reached inside to pull out his very large and thick dick - but because of how close they were and the angle they were sitting only a few patrons at the bar could see what was going on and of course the bartender who was having a very good night - with me continuing to tip him to theoretically look the other way though in truth he had a front row seat - to the whole thing =. She went back to kissing as she reached into her purse pulled out some Astroglide - he lube of choice and begin to give him and very vigorous hand job right at the bar - he on the other hand now had two fingers in her pussy - what I could not see and what she later told me was that he was getting his thumb wet by sticking in her pussy with his two fingers and filling her pussy completely - then he would rub the juice on to her tight little asshole as she waited in anticipation for what he would do next - he teased her over and over again while she lift one leg onto to his lap giving him more access to her wet pussy and her tight ass. When he finally slipped his thumb up her ass and worked his finger together with his thumb I knew the flood gates would open up - She stopped kissing him and said I want you to fuck me now - he adjusted in his seat took his finger out of her and lifted her off the floor and onto his lap and she grabbed his dick and slide down on it right there at the bar. She just rocked gently back and forth on his dick not being to obvious but I could also see that he was enjoying the pussy and he wasn't going to hold out fucking her like that for long - what I didn't see as that while rocking back and forth he had two finger up her ass and she was wriggling on his hips and he finger fucked her big ass and fucked her pussy at the same time - she loved DPs and while not technically a DP it was close enough to get her off - - She started cumming on his dick and I could tell because she was digging his nails into his neck and she bit deep into his shoulder to stop herself from screaming - and she came hard and I could see her body shake - how he held on and didn't cum himself I don't know but he definitely was near the point of no return as she bounced her up and down on his dick in what was now obvious fucking on their part happening - He stood up from the bar stool and holding her waist he turned her around so that now she was in the seat and he was standing up and he started long stroking her hard and deep into her pussy - a crowd quickly gathered to see this slut get fucked by this big dick guy at the bar - she wasn't holding back her moans and screams any more and he fucked her long and deep and started to call her all sorts of names - telling her how do you like this big dick in you bitch - is this what you wanted - tell me what you want - He was now pounding his dick into her and she was telling him more more and then for the second time she came on his big dick - but this time he could not hold out like before and he held her tight and then he pulled his dick out and started to cum all over her - she slid out of the chair and grabbed his dick and held it at her face and he shot load after load from his throbbing dick - ribbon of white cum streaked her chocolate skin as she grabbed the head of his dick and when he stopped cumming she started to suck his dick - I thought damn that is a helluva finish but what I didn't know was that they weren't finished with each other - she sucked his big dick back to life and he lifted her up by the shoulder and turned her around - her round firm ass was bent over the chair and he effortlessly slide his huge dick into her wet pussy - she pushed back against him and he felt the softness of her ass for the first time - he grabbed her hips and began to fuck her deep into her pussy - With each stroke I knew that big dick was hit her "spot" that spot in her pussy where only big dicks can reach and that can send her over the edge in a matter of minutes - he was hitting it with now trouble based on the the way she was screaming - Cellphones were capturing each and every moment of my slutty wife's public debut - we have done this many times but nothing like this - I was so caught up that I didn't think to take out my phone until round two also while he was fucking her from behind and making her his "bitch" so to speak - there was no doubt he was turning her out and she loved every second of it - he was showing no mercy and i heard comment from the crowd about damn and I wish i can get some of that - but they were both oblivious to anything but what they were doing and that was fucking the shit out of each other - She grabbed ahold of the stool and screamed that she was cumming again - and her whole body shook in almost a seizure like convulsion - at that moment - i knew that there would be only one thing that she would want right then - a dick up her ass - she was in no condition to ask but when she came that hard - a dick in her ass took her to the next level and she would want his huge dick deep in her ass - so I decided to intervene and handed him the Astroglide on the counter and told him that she wants it - she loves it - give it to her - he looked at me and then looked at her ass - pulled his dick out that now looked at least 9 inches long if not bigger but the girth was incredible - and smeared the gel on her asshole and then lubed up his monster and slide it up her ass The Crowd let out and audible Oh Shit as he slowly pushed his way deep inside her - She moaned herself back to semi consciousness as she pushed back against him and started her deep grunting she does when she is taking a big dick up her ass- he hadn't cum yet so I know he wasn't going to last long in her tight ass because she was groaning and grunting louder while he fucked her hard in the ass- however I noticed he slowed his strokes down from before because that ass was so fucking tight and warm that if he stroked too fast then he was going to blow his load and ain't shit he would do about it - so he did like most guys and took baby steps in the ass - she on the other hand was just revving up and telling him to fuck her harder - she wanted to cum again - but this time I knew it would be different - So following her commands he started to fuck her harder and harder - and as I predicted after about twenty hard strokes he blew his load deep into her ass - but that was all she needed - his big thick dick pounding into her and then feeling the of his load shooting into he -- sent her over the edge and she came but this time she squirted and kept squirting as her body convulsed even more than before - the crowd didn't know but I knew that her most intense orgasms came from anal sex and right now she was in another space and time as she came again and again and again - waves sweeping over her body - He moved back and pulled out his dick and leaned against the bar - he look down at her - probably thinking who the fuck is this slut and where can I get one like her - but at that point that was my cue and grabbed her purse - and lifted her up - she was still cumming but I wanted to get her out of there so I said - she would thank you if she could but we have to go now - she - we had a great time - maybe we will see you around - I think he was too tried or dumbfounded to say anything so he just nodded - the crowd cheered as we walked out the club, the bouncer opened the door as I escorted her out and she sat down - as we drove out the parking lot she spoke for the first time and said - whew, well that was fun - let's do that again tomorrow night - then she moved towards me and put her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I smiled to myself because I knew that she meant it and that I loved her for it - tomorrow here we come. copyright Wingwagon 2012 Bar Scene One night, I went out with a few of my girlfriends. It was "girl's night out" away from our husbands. After a nice dinner we decided to go to a lounge where there was dancing. We were having a good time and danced with a few of the men who were there. After a while some of the ladies decided that they needed to go home but because we all drove separately, one friend and I chose to stay. One neat guy in particular kept asking me to dance and since I was in a very happy mood after several drinks, I liked the attention. His name was Toby, he was in his 50s, tall, nice looking and seemed like a very nice man. I had lost track of my friend Sheila and when Toby asked me to join him in a booth, I accepted. I was 60 years old, 5-7, medium blond hair and was wearing a short black skirt and a flowery blouse, it wasn't too sexy or revealing but I knew I looked good. Toby of curse, ordered more drinks, I knew I shouldn't be having any more but I didn't object, telling myself I just needed to slow down. In between some nice conversation, we danced several slow dances. Toby was a pretty good dancer and when we danced, he pressed his body very tight and I could easily feel his manhood. I suppose by my compliant reactions, he began to grow more assertive. When we sat down, his hand began caressing my exposed knees and as we talked it pushed a little higher, then a little higher. I remember tentatively pushing his hand away several times but it always returned. Because of the loud music, Toby would lean in close, say things in my ear and each time his hand would be stroking my legs. Because my skirt was fairly short, it wasn't very long before it was pushed up high on my thighs. When I tried to pull it down, Toby held my hand and pushed up my skirt even higher. With his hand squeezing my thigh, he told me that he liked me this way. Maybe because of the drinks and the contented mood I was in, I let him have his way. His fingers began kneading the insides of my thigh and I could feel tingles shoot through me, especially between my legs. It was fairly dark in the booth and people were all around but I felt some sort of disconnect from the whole scene around us. As Toby's fingers were caressing the soft flesh of my inner thighs, he pulled me close and told me to pull up my skirt. I don't know why or what prompted me to do it, but I lifted my bottom and pulled up my skirt. Fortunately I was wearing black panties and I suppose anyone who looked our way could tell that nothing out of the ordinary. Just two "friendly" people sitting close to each other having a good time. Toby's fingers immediately found my covered pussy and began lightly tracing over it. My legs closed but he nudged them open and continued to caress between my open legs. My panties were very wet by this time and he let me know that he was glad I was liking it. His fingers were pressing into my opening and making me more aroused. I didn't know what to say or reply, I liked the exciting feeling I was having but the situation didn't seem right for a "nice, proper, married" lady. My mind was racing and my body was wiggling, I knew should go but at the same time I didn't want to leave. After a while, Toby stopped playing with my wet covered pussy and pulled down my skirt. Then he asked me for my purse and pulled out my wallet and car keys. I was a bit dumfounded when he told me to go into the lady's room and take off my panties and bra. I told him I couldn't do that and that I needed to go but he held up my keys and with a big unarming smile and said that it would be a shame to "lose these". Not knowing what to do, I did as he asked and returned to our table. He checked my purse and saw that my underwear was inside then congratulated me on being such a good sport. He pushed his hand up between my legs then with his other hand proceeded to unbutton several of my blouse buttons. At this point, I didn't feel I was able to stop him. When we got up to dance, Toby's hands were very busy caressing over my ass and over my breasts. I felt my nipples get very hard each time his hand and fingers pushed into my open blouse and slowly trace over them. When the dance was finished, he said it was time to go and we left the lounge. We seemed very friendly and cordial as he walked me to my car and I was beginning to feel a lot of the tension leave my body. When we reached my car door, he pulled me to him and gave me a kiss. I returned the kiss, assuming this was a goodnight. Then as we began kissing more, his hands fumbled with the buttons on my blouse and he pulled it open, exposing my bare breasts. He squeezed them and pinched my nipples as we kept kissing and although we were under a light, I didn't seem to care. I'm sure I was in some sort of trance. He put my hands over his neck then pulled my skirt up to my waist and began caressing my ass, then between my legs. I could feel the wetness dripping down my leg as his finger pushed in and out of my pussy. Thinking back, I was kissing and heavily petting with a complete stranger, in a lighted parking lot with my tits and ass fully exposed for all to see. Toby was still in a good-humored and loving mood but in a firm and elf-assured voice he said I could either fuck him right here or in the car. My mind stopped...this isn't what I thought would happen. I began mumbling and trying to collect my better thoughts when I felt his hand give my bare ass a quick hard swat. I yelped but he held me close and as if I wanted more. Trying to break free, I told him I really needed to go. He swatted me again and I started to cry. He still had my keys and opened the back door to my car. Holding me in front of the door, he told me to take off my clothes. Unconsciously, I did as he asked and crawled in totally naked. He comforted me for a while, stroking my face, hair and body, making me relax. I remember him saying that he knew that this is what I really wanted and that he only wanted to give me the pleasure that he knew I wanted. He had me nodding approval to his smooth and seemingly supportive voice. When he spread my legs open in the crowded seat I couldn't find any more reasons to resist and soon his hard cock was deep in my pussy. He came after a few minutes and had me lick him clean and make him hard again. Through some more tears, I sucked his cock until it was very hard. This time he put me on my knees and took me from behind. All this time, before, during and after fucking me, his hands and mouth were kissing and licking my face, the insides of my legs, my tummy and my tits and nipples. It's hard to describe but I didn't find what we did disgusting or nasty but rather very arousing. He was a considerate lover, very determined but thoughtful at the same time. There was a certain sweet pleasure I got from obeying his commands and pleasing him as I did. Going home, without my underwear, I smiled to myself and felt very satisfied. I also had the feeling that this might not be the last or only time I let myself go in the same way. Thank you Toby.