Driving through the mountains of Virginia in my brand new 760Li, black with tinted windows. A car that was built for me, it hugged the curves of the road tight, allowing me to sit back and relax while I reminisced about the night before.
I was on my way back to Florida for a little RNR, and needed to take a break from the drive, so I pulled off into a bar that sat near the highway. It only had a few cars parked in the parking lot so I knew it would be a quick stop, then I could get back on the road. I walked inside convinced that I would only have a beer or bourbon on the rocks, until I saw the sexiest woman I’d seen in quite a while. She was wearing a red mini dress that showed her black thong every time she leaned over a pool table. Surprisingly, she was playing with some fat slob of a man, which looked like he had already jizzed on himself. Her ass was perfectly round and needed to be slapped. I pictured her hand sliding up and down on my soldier just like it did on the pool stick she was holding. The brown haired beauty wasn’t at all good at the game, but her tits bounced every time she attempted to hit the ball into the pocket, and she gave a good show of it. Her long legs belonged around my neck, I knew a thing or two about licking pussy, and if she was fortunate enough, I’d grace her with my tongue. Toying with her clit at first by rolling my tongue around in circles, fingering her with one hand and twisting her nipples with the other. She would moan and call out my name, scratching my shoulders with her nails, digging them deeper into my skin. No surprise that after a few minutes she would have an orgasm. I watched her, and was mesmerized by her figure and beauty, confused by why she was so friendly with such a sloppy and clearly out of her league type of guy.
It was only 11 o’clock on a Tuesday night, and the bar was fairly empty. Scattered on some of the round tables were small wax candles burning, allowing shadows to dance on the walls. A smoke and mildew odor filled the air along with cheap cologne. I sat in a corner with my glass of bourbon, thinking about my month’s transactions, checking my phone for text messages, voice mails and scrolling through my smart watch at stock prices. Not a bad start for the year. Already pocketing six figures and a 2015 BMW, all I needed now was a sweet piece of ass to satisfy my manhood. After finishing up my bourbon, I made a stop at the men’s room to take a piss. I stood over the urinal reading “for a good blow job call Beth” written on the wall above it. Beth I thought. The long legged chick at the pool table looked like a Beth, and it had been a few days since my dick was last sucked on. Not that I was proud of that blow job at all, given to me by a grad student that was getting back at her cheating boyfriend. She cried the whole time, giving me no choice but to grab a handful of her black hair, yanking her head backwards so we could make eye contact. Looking down at her pathetic face, her mascara smeared and tears running down her cheeks, she was in her 20’s and you would have thought she’d given “head” before, but this girl was straight up lost on the art of sucking dick. I told her to get out of my car and go back to class, that she had interrupted enough of my day.
I took a glimpse at myself in the bathroom mirror checking my fade, after shoving my cock back into my jeans. The pool table girl had given me a rock hard erection that needed attention. Thinking about “Beth” sitting on my face, I smoothed my goatee down with my thumb and index finger, licked my lips, and of course this only made my pecker salute even more. Damn that girl was fine. But before I could make my move toward the door, the fat bastard from the pool table wobbled his drunk ass inside. He smelled like a turd soaked in Jim Beam. The nasty fuck fell over into the sink next to me, laughing and farting, mumbling about screwing an angel. After watching the shit filled drunk, I began to lose my hard on.
“Angel!” He blurted out. Breathing heavy, heaving in and out, then the turd vomited all over the sink and mirror. I took 2 steps backwards shaking my head at the nasty scene. The smell was agonizing, and I felt like kicking the son-of-a-bitch in the ass, but was too afraid I’d mess up my Timberland boots. The hell with that. I pulled a paper towel from the dispenser near the door, wrapped it around the handle and got the fuck out. The bar was even emptier then before, I scanned the pool table area looking for “Beth”. Where did that sweet piece of ass go? I wondered. Two blondes comparing tan lines sat in a corner, while two average sized white guys now occupied the pool table. Another couple of guys one white and one Asian sat at the bar playing on their smart phones
“Shit!” I said out loud, scratching my head. I pictured that black thong peeking out from under “Beth’s” red mini skirt, her tits and that long brown hair.
“Oh, excuse me sweetheart. I’m sorry, I’ve had a little too much to drink tonight!” Said a long legged beauty as she bumped into me. She turned around to face me, it was, “Beth”. I took her by the hand and stared into her dark brown eyes, then drifting down to her cleavage, and taking a step back so I could admire her physique. Back up to her eyes I said, “no problem gorgeous, here, have a seat before you hurt yourself.” I pulled a chair away from one of the other tables, sat it down beside her and guided her to it. Only I, imagined sitting down first and letting her climb on top of me, while I slid my dick inside of her. I’d caress her ass and kiss on her neck while her tits bounced against me, working her waist around in circles, thrusting hard as she began to have an orgasm.
“Thank you.” She said, sitting down. I watched her slowly cross her sexy tanned legs, her calf muscles flexed in her black patent leather pumps, making me want them around my neck. She pulled her long brown hair around from her back and laid it across her shoulder, it hung down her chest just passed her right tit. The red dress she was wearing fit her like a glove, rising up just below her crotch when she sat down. Such easy access. I could now appreciate how striking she was, much more than when I watched her play with a pool stick earlier. Her dark brown eyes showed through long thick eye lashes, full red lips curving upwards waiting for me to lick and bite on them. We gazed at each other, until a loud thump came from the men’s restroom and the drunken fat man came stumbling out.
“Angel!” He yelled. His head was down, his white t-shirt stained with vomit and beer, his blue jeans hung half way down his ass. A sloppy mess of a man that looked more like a pig. He could barely stand up much less walk, everyone inside of the bar turned to stare at the filthy sight. The two women comparing tan lines on their shoulders, covered their mouths in disgust, the guys playing a game of pool roared with laughter at the fucking oddball.
“Oh, my-gosh, what the hell?” Said the bombshell. She cupped the side of her face as to shield it from the embarrassment she was witnessing. As if she could hide her gorgeous face and body from anyone. I turned away from the slob and directed my attention back to “Beth”. Every ounce of me wanted to rip off her clothes and run my fingertips all over her persuasive body, pull her hair, and tickle her nipples with my tongue. She deserved the privilege of licking my balls and swallowing my dick.
Chewing on her lower lip and bouncing her knee nervously, she suddenly looked distressed, almost as if she wanted to run out of the bar. I moved around in front of her to block the pigs view from my new found fuck.
“Darlin.” I asked her. “Is that asshole bothering you?” I reached down and cupped her chin in my hand, then brushed her hair away from her cheek. The pig had found a bar stool to prop himself up on, his head began to sway back and forth and drool dripped from his bottom lip. He was so wasted, I questioned whether he would be able to keep his balance on the stool, appearing as though at any moment he could fall to the floor on his fat ass.
“He wants to fuck me.” She said annoyed by the idea. “I bet him that I would ride him if he beat me in a game of pool. Well he won! Now he actually thinks that I’d let any part of him inside of my body. I wasn’t serious, I’ve been drinking and smoking pot. He’s a stupid ass.” She stared at me up and down stopping at my belt, licked her lips while uncrossing her legs and rubbed the inside of her thigh. I could tell she was horny, same as I was.
“What do you say we leave this shithole?” I asked her. “Go for a ride? You can show me where a nice hotel is.” I looked over my shoulder at the fat pig and was surprised that the barstool still supported him. Not waiting for her to answer, I tossed a one hundred dollar bill onto the table for my bourbon. Taking her by the hand, I studied every inch of her body as she stood up. My dick started to throb and my mouth watered for her pussy juices. Walking ahead of me, I imagined my hands on her ass with her legs wrapped around me. As we got closer to the door, the drunk yelled out “Angel! Where’s my Angel?” Lifting his head and scanning the bar looking for her. The middle aged bartender who was wiping down shot glasses, shook his head, he seemed familiar with and use to outbursts or freaky behavior. I nodded my head to him as we passed by the bar counter, throwing up his hand in a peace sign, he nodded back.