the bartender said aloud to the few remaining folks in the dim lit bar, his voice loud and powerful almost seeming to bounce off the walls of the quiet bar.
The bartender wiped the sweat from his brow before finishing polishing his glass, the large man looked at me giving me a slight warning glare. He knew I could be trouble just by looking at me, 6'3 224lbs. My long hair giving the impression that I was some sort of bad boy looking to get into a fight with some other ugly mug in this worn down piece of shit excuse of bar. Out in the middle of no where just off the highway leading to the Mexican border.
I wasn't in this joint looking for trouble, I wasn't some punk wanting to get his cheap thrills from beating down some snot nose bartender, hell I have never even been in a fight with anyone since I was in the third grade. I stopped by this bar to get a drink before seeing my stepfather in Mexico and I just happened to run into an old girlfriend of mine and was sitting right next to her, laughing and sipping on her little Margarita smiling and talking in that sweet southern accent of hers.
Vicky was her name, an old high school sweet heart with a body so slim and fit she could be a goddamn ass model, a perfect copper toned skin. Long black hair and baby blue eyes that pretty much forced you to stare back into them if you met your opals with her own. Huge perfect tits that on many nights would be wrapped tightly around my cock. A wild attitude that gave me the impression of some hot biker chick off the movies I watched on occasion.
Just being around her brought out the wild side in anyone that was around her, the life of any party in high school, sure we eventually went our separate ways our polar opposite attitudes almost got us to the point we were jumping down each other's throat.
Mostly her bitching about little shit, but I gotta tell you no one could make fucking more fun and exhilarating than Vicky. Just looking at me while sucking my cock, staring up at me to see my enjoyment was enough to make me cum inside that hot tight mouth of hers. I smiled lightly as I thought about that as we talked at the bar, "So tell me sugar." She finally said after a moment of staring at each other after the bartender interrupted us on who which country artist was better, "Where you staying tonight baby?"
I looked down at the almost empty glass of scotch I had left. "Well hun, I'm not really sure I was planning on just driving through the night but I ran into your gorgeous little self so I don't know what the plan is now."
I looked up smiling at her as I said this, looking back into those winter blue eyes just losing myself in them, even after seven years of being away from her she still seemed unchanged by time and if anything more gorgeous, she giggled at me while I stared and took a sip from her drink. Looking up at me as she did, as if teasingly imitating when she would tease the tip of my cock with her lips, "Well sweets, I got a couch you can crash on for the night, and there ain't gonna be no objections to it better safe than sorry."
Her accent was strong in those words and just hearing her made my dick harden a little. I was not going to refuse her offer anyway, I had been feeling a strong vibe from her ever since we started talking, I watched her eyes and where they moved and saw them at some points in our conversation trailing down to my cock not even bothering hiding it too even smiling at me as I caught her,"I have no means of objecting to that offer sweets, hell I'll crash where ever you want to hun." She giggled before finishing off the Margarita, and started to reach into her purse but I stopped her and laid a twenty on the table for both our drinks, I told the bartender to keep the change and followed her out before looking at the time on the clock on the wall, 2:46am the hands on the clock told me. Vicky drove saying she would drop me off here to pick up my truck in the morning, we continued to talk about bullshit and how our families were doing before reaching her house which took about nine to ten minutes from the bar. This town for the most part was small and everyone knew everyone, the type of towns I hated actually, I was a city boy and only came to the outdoors to get away in the woods for hunting and camping.
Vicky's house was small but nice, big enough for one independent spirit like herself, she told me on the way up to her house that her father left an acre of his land to her before he passed away. A little shotgun house pretty good sized room and a nice closed off bed room, "Well here it is, it's not much but it's quiet." I looked around and observed the front room I finally turned my attention to her,
"That's surprising, with that funky ass attitude of yours I'd figure it be party central." She rolled her eyes and smiled before flopping down on the couch,"Well it was at first, just a few get together with friends but as we got older you how it gets."
I sat down next to her and nodded at her statement, "Well here is something I hadn't asked, how come your aren't seeing anybody." She took a moment to take in the question, a more serious expression passing over her face for a split second then going back to her more calm and collected self "Well there was this one guy, we dated for about two years and he wanted to actually get engaged but I turned him down I mean you know how I am, too independent preferring an open relationship with nothing to tie me down." I nodded and told her to go on, "So yeah after that we kinda just broke it off, and things pretty much got dull. I mean he was a great guy in all but the whole marriage and family thing isn't for me sugar."
"Then what do you do for fun, I mean this town is pretty small and boring." I asked
"Oh I still have girlfriends I get together with, have a few drinks go out of town and such, although nothing too wild. I mean nothing as wild as when you and me had our fire going." She said grinning showing her pearly whites in an almost seductive sexy kind of way grinning as she scooted closer to me now rest her head near my shoulder.
"Do you remember the time by the lake?" she asked now grinning while biting her lower lip, I looked away for a moment thinking about that memorable night. Hot and heavy under a twin sleeping bag, a roaring fire making us sweat with friends so drunk and oblivious of our play we were practically alone.
"Oh yeah I remember, we were sweating our asses off in that bag, I also remember going down on you licking your pussy until all I could breath in was your sweet aroma." I saw her breathe in deep for a moment relishing possibly at the thought of me laying my tongue on her clit, she looked backed at me,
"And do you remember what happened then?" now laying a hand on my thigh just centimeters away from my throbbing hard on, "How could I forget, you pulled me up before going down on me and sucking my cock." I felt a tickling sensation run up my spine, thinking of her hot mouth wrapped tightly around my prick going all the way down so I could feel her pink throat vibrating against it.
Vicky moved closer now her icey blues looking back at me losing myself in them, the world could of ended right there and I would be too blind to see it.