She sat across from him at the table as they locked eyes. Only the electricity hopping all over him through his groin could make him break that gaze for a second. Her foot slid from his knee to his throbbing cock and then back again as he thought up thousands of scenarios of how he could get from this table to anywhere to ravage her.
It was a dive bar and really no more than a large room with a bar on the left hand side and a basement bathroom next to the front door on the right hand side. As you moved toward the back of the room, there was a stage and behind the stage was the emergency exit. Jim, although he could hardly think of anything at the moment besides this goddess in front of him, had often predicted that behind the stage was a room where the bartender stayed and stairs up to the second floor where he rented apartments. He was probably right but it didn't really matter at the moment.
What mattered to Jim was this sexy MILF named Kat and they had met at the bar only moments before they walked across the room to this table to sit across from each other and talk. The normal alcoholic aphrodisiac applied but even though Jim was as sloppy as a braying donkey at a trough, he thought of himself as sitting straight up with no noticable reaction to her obvious, physical advances. The worst part was she thought he was being cool as a cucumber as well with her Gin and Tonic glasses on.
She was a few pounds overweight but still perfect in her "averageness." She went to aerobics classes two times a week, her curves were perfectly proportioned if just a bigger proportion. She had those Audrey Hepburn classic, slender cat eyes that filled in with a deep golden brown that had Jim simply lost. She was by no means easy but when she wanted something she could get a marine to hand her his rifle with a bat of the lash and a shake of the ass.
"So you say you have kids?" Said Jim in a strained voice.
"Yeah..." She said without giving up too much.
"So Goncalves. Is that spanish?"
"Brazilian..."
"So what brings you here tonight?"
"The karaoke. That and a good time."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah."
"What kind of a good time?"
"You by the look of things."
Jim shook like an iron pipe that held back the pressure of the Hoover dam through his pants which her foot rubbed up and down. He was losing his composure and the Scotch had finally given him a 10 second, "fuck it" brain (both literally and figuratively).
"So do you wanna..."
"Yes."
Kat grabbed his hand and led him to the one person bathroom at the bottom of the stairs in the back of the bar. He could barely walk, he was so filled with excitement, and he more than likely looked like he was doing "The Robot" to patrons who weren't drunk enough to get it yet.
They walked down the stairs as a punk with a glued up mohawk left the bathroom. Had they been a little less sober, the stench might have mattered to them but she simply leaned into his Marc Echo cologne and taught body and he leaned into her surprise.
She wore a short maroon dress and ballet flats that she would grow to hate years later but the outfit fit the moment of going to the bar so she was content to wear whatever the hell she pleased tonight. As he sat her on the sink, and she spread her legs around him, she leaned into his scent and felt something satisfyingly large pressing into her nakedness between her legs. She undid his pants and it spring to life! By the feel of it, this girthy 8" monster would do just fine.
He felt the soft skin of her neck against his lips and then her hands on his dick being pulled from his pants. The time for idle chit chat was really over now and he moaned in her ear as she pointed him to her promised land. Pressing inside of her he got a grip on her hair and pulled her head back to expose her neck. He gently bit at it a few times as he thrust against her with unbridled passion. The monster in him became consumed with ramming into her like the Titanic striking it's iceberg full speed but the romantic in him kissed her lips softly and held her jaw and cradled her neck.
He slowed down knowing he was getting too close, too fast as he let his hands wander up her shirt and gently twist and flick her nipples. He felt her wetness contract around him as she shook and moaned under his touch and thrusts.
"Fuck me doggy, you animal."
He was enjoying kissing her but he could tell from her shaking and throbbing around him, she was getting close. So he let her down and bent her over. Her perfect ass faced towards him and he thrust deep into her again. She reached between her legs and began circling her clit with her fingers and pushing back into him. For a moment their thrusts against eachother, no matter how intense, synced together. They began to become one energy of pure, raw, invigorating sex. He grabbed her hair like a centurion in a chariot and pulled back with one hand so her face could watch him behind her and her in pleasure.
For a moment, it was as if time froze. He began to explode deep within her and she began to throb and grip his throbbing member inside her in random pulses of passionate orgasm. She bit his finger almost instinctively shoved in her mouth to stifle a scream and he grunted to himself a stifled war cry.
They thrust against eachother a few times more until they were both completely drained.
Patting her ass and withdrawing from her, he coyly said, "good game hunnie."
"You're not so bad yourself, old man," she replied.
"What day is it?" Jim asked.
"Thursday," Kat said.
"The masked singer is on!" He said.
"We'll catch it on Hulu," she replied. "My mom has the babies until tomorrow so let's enjoy the night."
"Am I still the young bro from the bar?" He asked.
"Nah," she said, "that was just for the sex. Let's be adults now and scare these kids with bad Karaoke."
"You got it, Cher."
"Good job on the Bonno, Sonny."
