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krowface -> Sunset Behind a Dive Bar (9/27/2009 1:40:06 PM)
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She was tan and blonde, the sort of woman I never looked twice at. She must've certainly looked twice at me, I could tell by her slinking up to the bar and sitting down next to me.
I ignored her as I ordered another shot of tequila. The bartender looked at me, looked at her, shrugged slightly and went off to the rack.
I sat and spun my beer bottle in my loosely gripped fingers. I looked up at the mirror in front of me, and raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you sitting next to me," I asked, a thick tongue slurring my words on the edges.
She sat still looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes flicking in my direction, wondering if I looked over at her.
"I'm just here, it's not because of you," she shot back. She tossed her purse in front of her on the wood counter, and snapped it open defiantly.
She pulled some money out of her purse as the bartender came back with a thick amber shot imprisoned in thick cold glass.
I shoved the small tumbler of alcohol in her direction with the back of my hand as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cigarettes.
The shotglass slid smoothly, stopping in front of her as my words reached her. "There's a dozen empty seats here. It's an early tuesday night."
She dropped the money on the counter and slowly looked up and down the bar.
"Asshole," she muttered.
"That's why you're sitting next to me?"
She clicked her teeth together. A small cluck crossed her lips. "Why are you like this? All I did was sit here."
I spun myself in my chair, turned to her, and leaned back, my elbow on the counter as I waved two fingers at the bartender. I looked her over. Longish blonde hair with brown roots, dark skin the colour of a light coffee, thick full features, and pale blue eyes. I watched the skin of her lips pull apart as she opened her mouth slightly and brought the glass up to her lips. She knocked her head back, watching the dark amber liquid burn a trace around a wet pink tongue and between straight white teeth.
She winced as she placed the glass demurely on the counter as the bartender dropped down a shot in front of both of us and disappeared into the shadows. Her hand hovered over the other glass.
I picked up my shot, knocked it back, and placed it on the bar, all in one movement, my eyes never leaving her. She sighed, drank the next shot, and breathed in sharply between little sharp teeth. Her eyes watered for a moment. She closed her purse, straightened her back, and bit her lip. Making a face like she was about to say something.
***
The sun is setting, it's orange filling my retinas as I feel the bricks in the surface of the wall behind the bar digging into my back through my leather jacket. I can smell the high shelf conditioner in her hair as she's biting at my shirt collar, her hands clumsily undoing my buckle, unzipping my fly. Insistent little fingers digging into my waistband and pulling at the edge of my t-shirt.
She's pulling my shirt up as she's pulling down my jeans as she's falling to her knees. Her hair getting caught in the zippers and hardware on my jacket. Her hands hook in on both sides of my fly, as she practically pulls my pants wider.
I feel her hair bunch up against my underbelly as she reaches into my pants and pulls me out. I hear her whimper as her long thin fingers run across the side of my cock, the other side pressed up against the soft smooth skin of her cheek. A sharp inhale from both of us as my manhood swells and thickens with lust. She crushes me in her grip and I feel her full wet lips part across the head of my prick.
She takes me all in at once, cheeks sucked in furiously, tongue undulating on my shaft, her hands in an inverted V around my pubis, her fingers spread across me and her thumbs hooked under me.
I hear a wet sucking noise as I see a thick line of spit escape her tight mouth and pour along my cock.
She makes a sharp and hard gagging noise as she bobs back and forth. Her moans high pitched and muffled against my flesh. I feel my cock thicken to its fullest, filling her mouth, hitting her teeth, her jaw stretched to capacity. Her grunting and groaning vibrate against my piercing. Her hands massage me, her throat opens up to me. My hands fly to her scalp and my fingers wrap themselves into her roots as my spine melts.
An animal grunt escapes me as I empty into her face. My knees shake while she supports me with her hands and mouth. I see her face flush and her brow furrow as the hot seed spilling down her gullet and choking her forces her to come. My cock and my fluids weapons in her close brush with autoerotic asphyxiation.
I pull her head away from my spent cock, and she pants heavily, her eyes thick and opium like, my semen tricking down the corner of her wet mouth.
I pull my manhood back into my pants, I redo my belt, and I watch as her eyes glaze over with a far-away look. I watch her lips move, her jaw bob. I realize she's talking in a whisper, a high pitched whine. I can almost make out what she's repeating over and over, and I almost regret my inability to read lips.
***
I watch his hands as he drops a clean shotglass in front of me. I marvel at the light reflecting off of everthing. The glass reflects in the wood counter-top as flecks of light catch in his cufflinks. I notice his fingernails are professionally trimmed and clean. I hear him chuckle.
"So, you gonna tell me where the two of you disappeared off to right now?," he asks, a smile on his lips, "or are you gonna try to tell me how some mercedes driving WASP just dragged some punkass kid behind my bar and sucked him retarded?"
I sighed and looked into the drink in front of me.
"Soccer mom's swallow, each and every time."
"Right buddy, I bet they do," he laughed, "you tell me that each time."
I shrugged and laughed along with him.
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