Friday, June 7, 2013

The Bar SeXStoRY

The dimly lit hotel bar held all of it's usual appeal. Candlelight twinkled from the tables in the ornate mahogany booths with their plush velvet dr**es, the sound of the grand piano tinkled soft melodies to the soft chatter echoing around the room. She swirled her cocktail in her left hand as she perched daintily on the bar stool, deep in thought as her friend chatted to the barman. The sound of giggles raised her from her dreamlike state and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at her friend's outrageous flirtation with the dark latino. It was at that moment that she caught a flash of electric blue eyes and with embarrassment noted that she was being watched. Feeling the beginnings of a blush she shyly looked away from the handsome stranger sat at the end of the bar. She didn't recall seeing him in here before, yet it had been a while since she had felt that familiar pulse of heat in her loins. It was a welcome distraction from the mundane conversation filling her ears, as age old patter was exercised to her left, Jessica seemingly engrossed in her new friends company. Looking down at her lap, she quickly tugged at the hem of her silk skirt to disguise the sneaky appearance of her lace stocking top. She was clearly quite affected by the continuous stare from this man. out of the corner of her eye she noted that he was dressed in smart attire, his light blue shirt casually opened at the collar. Interrupted from her sultry thoughts, a glass of pink champagne was delivered to her side and she was informed that it was compliments of the man in question. "Sorry, I don't mean to leave you out there, Fabio has invited us to a party in the penthouse suite, would you like to go?" Questioned her friend, face flushed with excitement. "Of course, if you don't that's ok?" "In a little while perhaps, I'll just touch up my makeup." She picked up her black clutch bag and snaked her long tanned legs off the high stool, before sauntering towards the ladies to regain her composure. Upon her return she was disappointed to note that the elegant stranger had gone. Her friend and the barman were waiting for her, a champagne bucket in hand and she followed them to the hotel escalator, immersed in the dizzy feeling she was experiencing, brought on no doubt by the champagne. The suite was truly stunning. She immediately felt at home in the pristine surroundings, the sound of dance music filling her ears. There were people dancing in the living room. It was as she scanned the scope of the amazing room that she noticed those blue eyes once more and she could not help but smile as a flush creeped over her face. She felt a tap on the arm and turned to see her friend Jessica, looking particularly beautiful in the moody lighting, her brown curls falling naturally around her face, framing her emerald green eyes; Jessica had always been a loyal friend to her and should could not help but smile at her beaming grin. "Oh, Charlene have you met Luke? He's Theresa's b*****r... Remember Theresa from the marketing meeting?" She said, clearly embarrassed at her preoccupation with the brooding Fabio. It was the man from the bar. He gave her a knowing smile as her reached towards her. She could smell the manly scent of his collogne as he kissed her gently on both cheeks in introduction. Her heart pounded in her chest as, again, she struggled to maintain her composure as carnal temptation was soaring through her, subtly grazing the outline of his biceps as she stepped away. "You're beautiful," he gasped sincerely, a cheeky smile crossing his face. "Would you like to dance?" "Oh no thank you," she said in embarrassment, "I was enjoy watching from the sidelines." "You like to watch do you?" he questioned huskily and her gaze darted to her friend, who she was relieved was no longer in earshot. She giggled in anticipation, lost for words and amazed at her weakness in the presence of this intriguing man. He laughed also and linked her hand with his own, leading her towards the rear of the suite. Soon she was stepping through balcony doors onto a long balcony which spanned across the length of the entire building. The views over the city below were awe inspiring, she felt the cool night air piercing through her blouse and her nipples hardening. He stood in front of her and admired her innocent beauty. Her golden hair highlighted in the moonlight and her graceful form framed against the nightsky, she stood before him. He reached forward and grasped her arm, gently stroking her bare skin with his thumb. For a moment they just looked into each others eyes. She was captivated by him, the intensity of the longing was inconceivable to her and she could already feel herself getting breathless. She craved the feel of his lips on hers, nothing else around her mattered, for in this moment, they were the only two people in the world. Her heart raced in her chest as he bowed his head to kiss her. Within seconds she could feel his decisive tongue caressing her own, her hands grasping at his hair, passion overcoming her entirely. Her legs began to shake as she slumped against him, his strong arms holding her closer to him, as she closed her eyes, succumbing to the amorous temptation consuming her being. He kissed her neck, his tongue darting as he trailed slowly and purposefully down towards her collarbone. The feel of his slight stubble and the warmth of his mouth, gently sucking and biting her, was overpowering and she could feel herself getting hot, her hips grinding against his in response to his affection. His hands trailed down her back, as she tugged at his shirt, wanting him so badly yet enthralled by his dominance. He pushed her against the wall and she quivered as she felt his hands trailing past her hips, his mouth moving towards her heaving breasts. She was not wearing a bra and with no hesitation he was sucking her once more, taking each nipple in his mouth and teasing them with his lips and tongue. Moans escaped her lips and he left for two tortuous moments to close the balcony doors. They tore at each others clothes as he led her to a nearby cushioned lounger. She felt her skirt dropping to her feet and the cool breeze flowing between her legs, cooling the hot moistness now openly apparent through her french panties. His shirt, now unbuttoned, was strewn to one side and she fell onto the lounger, dragging him on top of her, her bud throbbing with desire for him. She felt his mouth on her once more, yet this time his tongue was probing deep inside her, devouring her dripping juices. He groaned in desire and she struggled forward, each time him pushing her back, fighting for control, not allowing her to pleasure him in return. He stepped back and stared at her, a look of utter desire crossing his features as he unzipped his smart black trousers and released his hard member. It stood impressively in the moonlight as she wriggled against the soft cushions in quivering anticipation. He was gentle as he entered her, yet she could not help but grind against him, gasping in desire and revelling in the feel of his hot rod, as he began to thrust harder now, her tits bouncing as he slid in and out of her, making her moan in ultimate pleasure. It felt incredible and would definately be remembered as the best sexing she had ever received from any other man. Her skin tingled when her touched her and she was lifted from her thoughts to another dimension, pure ecstasy shooting through her veins as she came over his cock, unable to resist the unbelieveable finesse in which he handled her. With that, he gently withdrew and kissed her tenderly, gently cradling her face in his hands. "That was lovely," he said as he kissed her lips once more. She smiled at him and he held her close as she caught her rasping breath, her cheek laying on the curls of his dark chest hair. "We should go back, they'll be wondering where we are.." She sighed as she slid her blouse back on, regaining her modesty. "It's my party, I think they'll forgive us," he smiled cheekily and on that note and more appropriately dressed they reentered the apartment, hand in hand. "Drink, gorgeous?" He grinned. "Oh yes please.." She responded happily..... Back at the party the scene had changed a little, as many people had become quite seriously d***k. She couldn't help but giggle at the state of the people she had previously thought of as chique, falling over their stiletto heels and drenching expensive suits in the champagne, bottles of which were still littered around the room, chilling on ice. Charlene scanned the room for her friend, Jessica, suspecting that she may have slipped away with the latino. No, there she was, dancing with the rest of the crowd. She looked a little out of it and, concerned, Charlene decided to check she was alright. Upon approaching her friend, she was quickly blocked off by the moving crowd and found herself pushing through people to reach her. People filled her vision and it was not long before she could no longer see Jessica's distinctive chestnut curls. Claustiphobic from the heat of the crowd, she pushed her way to edge of the swelling throng of inebriated people, slowly drew in a lung full of air in realisation, her friend was now nowhere to be seen. Impossible! It must only be a few minutes that she had been within her grasp and she was definately not in use of her full capacities. Plus, Jessica had never left her at a party alone before. 'Did she think that I had already left without her?' Her brooding thoughts were interrupted by....

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