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07/25/2019
PREVIEW Before him was a real woman. She had tits and ass for days, and her stomach wasn’t exactly flat. It wouldn’t have looked right if it was. It was curvy just like the rest of her. Her curves gave him plenty to hang onto as his cock slammed in and out of her time and time again. He found himself imagining her pushed up against the concrete wall out in the alley, exploring every crevice of that glorious silky skin as she spread her legs and begged him for more. The valley between her breasts invited his tongue to explore the soft skin between it, work his way around and up to the swollen nipple, sucking as if his life depended on it. Those hips … they’re what set his cock on fire. He could feel the blood pulsating along the ridges, growing inch by inch as he thought of what it would be like to grab a meaty handful of her lushness to steady himself and drive into her slippery pussy again and again. Could he make her cry out his name, as he had so many? He could spot a woman who needed a good fuck a mile away. There was something in the eyes – a searching, a yearning that was plain to see -- if you knew what to look for. And judging by the look in this beauty’s face, she hadn’t ridden cock in a while. He stubbed out the cigarette he’d been holding, rearranged his hard member in his pants and walked out of the shadow of the darkness. It was time for some answers. *** Tara entered the doors of the bar and her nostrils were immediately assaulted by the odor of cigarettes and stale alcohol. She was definitely in the right place. Since New York City had banned smoking in public establishments like restaurants and bars years over a decade ago, the fact that this one ignored the rules made it ideal for what she wanted tonight -- a good, hard fuck by a no-name, big-dick stranger she could send on his way when it was done. She slid onto the torn vinyl of the bar stool. She could feel the scratch of the torn edges on her skin through her tight, black lace dress. "Whisky. Neat," she said to the burly bartender. She started her hunt there. Bartenders were usually easy targets; they could be sure things because they were used to hooking up with random girls and more than happy to be on their way right after. *** "I’m Gideon," he said, extending his large hand. "Tara," she said succinctly. "So Tara, may I ask what brings you into a dive like this? You know you’re out of place, right?" "Not for what I want," she said, openly perusing him. "… and I think you know exactly what I want. That’s why you came over here. ... Well tonight's your lucky night Gideon," she said, swiveling her legs around on the bar stool and facing him. "I’m tired of talking. Let’s keep it simple and get out of here,” she said, downing the remainder of her whiskey. Gideon put a twenty dollar bill on the bar, nodded at the bartender and extended his hand to Tara to help her off the bar stool. It was quite high and with her tight lace dress on, a bit awkward to navigate. As she pressed her hand into his, Tara felt a tingle race its way up her arm. Gideon's unshielded gaze caught hers directly for the first time that evening. "Let's go," was all he said. *** Did Tara get more than she bargained for when she went looking for mind-blowing sex in the seedy little bar? Could a taste of Tara be just the thing to soothe Gideon's broken heart? Or will their passionate encounter lead them on a brand new path of broken promises, lost love and new heartache?