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We never made it to a party that night. We cooked and watched a movie--just like a normal couple. And then found other ways to pass the time. I left at some point the next day. Kay already had evening plans for a "girls night" with friends. In Kay's world that could mean anything. Sometimes it was innocent drinks and conversation with friends. Other times it was not-so-innocent drinks followed by finger-banging one another on the cab ride home. I didn't know what kind of night she had planned. And I didn't ask.
I got home exhausted. A night with Kay was like competing in an Olympic sport. I always left satisfied and feeling great, but also physically and emotionally drained. And within hours I wanted to do it all again.
I managed to be somewhat productive during the day, but I ended up falling asleep on the couch in the late afternoon.
I woke up after the sun was down. I was hungry and I wanted a drink. I was annoyed I couldn't call up Kay. And, truthfully, I was still annoyed about the events from the night before. I decided to go out.
I didn't live that far from a neighborhood full of bars and low key restaurants frequented by college kids. I decided to go to a little place I liked that was off the main strip and never too crowded. I walked so I wouldn't have to worry about driving home if I drank too much.
The tables were mostly full when I arrived, but the bar was virtually empty. I took a seat and grabbed a menu. The bartender came over and I ordered a shot and a cocktail without really looking up.
She placed the drinks while I was still looking at the menu. They were both gone by the time she came back to get my order. I ordered another round while I took another glance at the menu.
"Wow," she said. "Someone is serious about their drinking tonight."
I was ready to respond with a smart ass comment telling her to mind her own business, but I reconsidered immediately when I looked up. She was smiling and I knew she was just trying to be polite and playful. She wasn't judging.
The restaurant was kind of a dive. The kind of place that had a jukebox filled with punk and new wave music. There was no dance floor or DJ. The place right next door was a live music club that usually had amateur metal bands or industrial acts--no cover acts playing favorites from the 80s. They served bar food--not tapas or something trendy. So the clients tended to be outsiders--not sorority and fraternity kids looking to hook up. The bartender definitely fit in. She was Korean with long, wavy black hair that had a bright blue streak dyed in it.
"I'm Cathy," she said. "I guess I'll be your server tonight."
She took my order and then went to punch it in and get my drinks. I used the opportunity to look over. She had an athletic build and was wearing a tight black mini skirt with fishnet stockings and knee-high boots with spiked heels. For a top, she had on a pinstripe vest that looked like it was part of a vintage men's suit. Or maybe a little boy's suit, since it was tight on her. It showed off her tight arms and the tattoos on her shoulders. Her flat stomach and naval were exposed above her skirt. And it low-cut and showed off the curve of her magnificent big tits.
I couldn't take my eyes off her as she walked around the bar talking to other customers and fetching my drinks. When she brought them over I knocked the shot right back and chased it with half a whiskey and soda.
"You are serious about your drinking!" she exclaimed. "My kind of drinker!"
I just nodded in agreement.
"So what's your reason?" she asked. "Are you one of those destructive artist types on your way to alcoholism? Hemingway? Bukowski? Don't tell me you're just a sad sack who had a bad day and you're pouting."
I had a nice buzz. And I suddenly wanted to keep talking to Cathy. I'd always done alright with women. Still, beautiful women weren't typically going out of their way to get to me. I usually had to work for their attention. I knew Cathy was probably just working for tips. Especially when she put her elbows on the bar and leaned forward. I could see straight down her top. She had on a silky blue bra just a shade darker than the streak in her hair. I didn't care why she was paying attention to me. I just knew I didn't want it to stop.
"I'm afraid I might just be one of those sad sacks," I said with half a laugh.
"I don't believe it!" she said. "Those guys are always older and out of shape and look like they haven't slept in weeks. That's not you."
"No, really," I said.
"Oh, yeah? Then what happened?" she asked. "Why are you sad?"
"Well...no," I said. "I can't say. It's too pathetic. I'm too old to complain about girls."
She kept prodding.
"You really want to hear it?" I teased.
She nodded then held up a hand for me to wait a minute. She went down to help a customer at the other end of the bar. Someone from the kitchen brought my food out. When Cathy came back she brought 2 more drinks that I hadn't ordered. I took the shot immediately.
"Yesterday I left work early to surprise the woman I've been seeing," I started. "And I walked in on her with another guy."
"Ouch!" she said. "That sucks. Obviously."
"Yeah, sucking was part of it."
Cathy smiled at my bad pun.
"Worse. It was a guy I work with."
"Yikes," Cathy said. She shook her head like she was disgusted.
"OK, I guess that's a reason to drink," she said. "Though I think you should just go out and pay her back instead. Meet someone and fuck her."
"Well, I live right up the street, if you're offering," I said.
She laughed a little too hard at the joke.
"Smooth," she said. "Not the worst pickup line I've gotten working here. Not the best, either. But not the worst."
She turned to go back to the other customers. I ate and finished the drink she'd brought me. I didn't know if she'd come back to chat after my half-truth revelation and half-hearted come on. Cathy noticed from a distance when my plate was clean and my glass was empty. She brought me another refill before I asked.
"You keep bringing drinks I didn't order," I said while she took my plate.
She shrugged.
"As I said," she began, "I respect a serious drinker. My kind of guy."
"So you gonna have one with me?" I asked.
"I'm not allowed when I'm on the clock."
I glanced around. There were a few waiters, but I didn't see anyone who looked like management.
"I think you can sneak one," I said.
She glanced around the place. Then she went to the bar and came back with liquor and two shot glasses. She poured two and pushed them both in my direction. She glanced around another time, then quickly grabbed a shot and clinked her glass to mine.
"Bottoms up," she said.
We both took the shot. She re-filled my glass.
"You're not filling yours?" I asked.
She glanced around again.
"One more," she said. "But that's all I can do while I'm working."
She poured herself a shot and we knocked them back.
"What about when you're not working?" I asked.
"Then I can drink like a fish," she said. "And sometimes I do."
"So when is that?" I asked.
She glanced at a clock.
"In about 45 minutes," she said.
"So do you want to drink like a fish later?" I asked.
She gave me a wink and didn't say anything when she turned to walk away.
I watched her walk to the other end of the bar and talk to some customers. I noticed that she would stand upright when she was dealing with women, but she had the same move she'd used on me with all the men. She'd put her elbows on the bar and lean forward. And then she'd pretend not to notice them staring at her jugs.
Cathy brought another drink I hadn't ordered after a few minutes, but she didn't stop to chat. She did some clean up around the bar and rang up the tab for one of the other patrons. At one point she passed closely, stopped, took my drink from me and downed a couple of swigs.
She winked.
"I'm bad once I get started," she said.
"I bet you are," I said. It sounded like a bad line from a sleazy late-night movie, but she responded with another wink and then hustled off.
She brought another drink when mine was empty and took a couple of swigs off the top before setting it down. I sipped on the drink slowly and waited for time to pass. I had a great buzz. And I kept playing all the conversations with Kay over in my head. Her belief that some women just wanted to have a good time and they were waiting for a guy to be bold and make a move. I knew I might make an ass of myself, but I wasn't going to leave without taking a real shot with Cathy.
When it was nearly time for her to go, Cathy brought me a check for the food and about half of the drinks she'd brought me. After I paid she filled up two more glasses--almost entirely with liquor and very little soda. She brought them over then came around the bar and sat down next to me.
"I hate drinking here, but I'll have one with you," she said.
We clinked our glasses together.
"If not here, why don't we go somewhere else?" I suggested.
She smiled and took a sip.
"I've actually got plans," she said.
"Of course," I answered. "With your boyfriend?"
"So presumptuous!" she said. "What makes you think I even like boys?"
"Oh, sorry," I said with mock humility. "I didn't mean to presume."
"No, it's not my boyfriend," she said. "I'm between things. It's just some guy who asked me out."
"Oh," I said. "Well, I'm just some guy asking you out."
She smiled and took another drink.
"OK, what the hell," she said. "I told you I respect serious drinkers. You've won me over."
She tilted her glass and took down the whole drink.
"Let's get the hell out of here," she said.
I gulped down my drink and followed her out a side door.
"I know a place. You've had more than me. Do you want me to drive?" she asked.
"I walked her anyway," I said.
I followed her through an alley to a quiet street. Some people were parked there who were probably out at the bars and too cheap to pay for parking, but it was mostly abandoned. She had a little black SUV.
Cathy walked to the driver's side door and I followed her.
"Um, passengers get in on the other side," she said.
She went to open her door and I put my hand on it. Kay's advice about being bold kept running through my head. When Cathy turned with a quizzical expression, I leaned in and pressed her body against the car. I put my lips on hers. There was only a second of hesitation before her lips parted.
"Mmm," she said. "Drinking isn't the only thing you're serious about?"
She put her hand on the back of my head and ran her fingers through my dark hair. Her tongue slid in my mouth as we kissed again.
Be bold. It kept running through my mind.
I put a hand on her hip and slid up her tight torso until I found one of her tits. I paused to squeeze it. Then I moved over and quickly opened the top button of her vest. I could see her bra.
"You're proud of these, aren't you?" I asked rhetorically.
"Who wouldn't be?" she said.
"You've been showing them off all night," I said.
She laughed.
"You noticed? Is it that obvious?"
I nodded.
"I'm working for tips," she said with a smile.
"Kind of a tease, aren't you?" I asked.
She put her hand between my legs.
"Maybe," she said. She rubbed my hard cock. "Oh," she murmured. "That's nice."
"Are you teasing me now?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"I'm not sure I believe you," I said.
"How can I prove it?" she asked.
"Let me see them," I answered.
She flashed a coy smile and looked up and down the street. We were alone. She opened another button on her vest. Then grabbed the top of her bra and pulled it out enough I could glimpse a big brown nipple.
"Is that all?" I asked.
"You want me to show you more? Right here in the street?"
"I told you I live right up the road," I responded.
"Maybe you'll have to show me later," she said. "Come on. Let's go get a drink."
She opened the door and got in. I went around to the other side. As soon as I sat down I leaned over and kissed Cathy. I put my hand between her legs on the flesh above her stockings. Her skirt was tight, but I started moving my hand up and pushing the hem with it.
"I thought you wanted to get a drink?" she whispered.
"I'm not thirsty," I said.
We kissed again.
"Really?" she said. "Because I'm feeling pretty hot."
I slid my hand up further until I felt her panties. They were drenched.
"Now that you mention it," I said. "I could use something...wet."
I rubbed her pussy through her underwear. We kept kissing and squirming to be close to one another. I pushed her panties aside and worked a finger into her twat.
"OH. Oh," she said.
"I never do this..." she panted.
I kept fingering her. I popped open another button on her vest. There was only one left holding it closed. I kissed her luscious orbs.
"Fuck it," she said. "You're not crazy, are you?"
I shook my head.
"Then let's just go to your place."
"I don't think I can wait that long," I said.
I put another finger in her cunt and slid them in and out. Kathy whimpered with lust.
"Right here?" she asked.
I nodded.
She looked out the window. There were people walking along the cross street, but they were too far away to see us. We were alone.
"OK, but in the back?" she asked.
I nodded.
We went over the center console into the back seat. Kathy followed. Immediately she was on me. We embraced and kissed like long lost lovers. She sat wedged between the door and the seat back on the driver's side. I was on top of her. I put my fingers back in her pussy.
"Let me see those titties," I commanded.
Her bra clasped in the front. She popped it open. Her tits were large and firm and exquisite. I opened the last button on her vest and then kissed my way up her rock hard stomach until I could get my lips around a hard nipple. Cathy moaned and ran her fingers in my hair again. Then I started kissing my way down. I slid off her until I was on my knees on the passenger floorboard. I reached under her skirt and found silky blue panties. I pulled them down over her fishnets and boots. I tossed them on the floor. Then I turned and kissed inside her thigh.
Cathy put her fingers in my hair again.
"Yes, yes," she encouraged me.
She spread her legs wide. Her skirt rode up. It was dark, but there was enough light from a nearby streetlight. I had a perfect view of her hairless snatch.
I eagerly worked my way up her leg. Her thighs were ridiculously fit. I slid my tongue along them. Cathy started to quiver.
"Do it," she said. "Please."
"Do what?" I asked.
"You know," she said.
"I'm not sure I do. You better say it."
"Lick it," she pleaded.
I pulled back and gave her a puzzled look.
"My pussy!" she blurted. "Eat my pussy!"
I moved close and inhaled her sweet musk. And then I buried my face in her twat.
I ran my tongue up and down her slit. I swabbed it back and forth with the tip of my tongue between the lips and the thick part grazing her clit.
Cathy let out a long, high-pitched whine. And then she started to spasm. She tossed her head back and cried out as she came. I knew right away she was the type who could get off on just a few touches. And I knew she wouldn't be satisfied with just one.
I put a second finger in and started fucking her. I sucked hard on her swollen clit and teased it with my tongue. Cathy's hips wiggled back and forth on the seat. The leather was getting wet beneath her ass. I glanced up. Her eyes were shut and she was biting her lower lip. She was gently twisting her own nipple.
Outside, a small group of drunk kids passed on the sidewalk. I wondered if they'd glance in and see us. But they didn't stop.
I pushed Cathy's skirt all the way up so it was bunched around her waist. I wanted to watch her expression as I licked her cunt. She alternated between moaning and biting her hip--trying to stifle her cries. When she opened her eyes, they were wild with desire.
I drove my fingers into her wet hole again and again. I nibbled and licked at her clit. I puckered my lips and blew on her wet pussy. All of it made her squirm even more. She slid her ass toward me and arched her back. She was shoving her beaver in my face.
I lapped at it like a dog drinking water. I loved the way she tasted. And I loved her reactions. I grabbed both of her ass cheeks and spread her even further. I licked her from bottom to top. And then I attacked her clit. I ran my tongue up and down with heavy strokes.
The whole time I kept looking up at her. I paused for just a second.
"Play with your titties," I said.
"Yes. OK," she said with a frantic nod.
She cupped her big jugs in her small hands and shook them. She pulled on her own nipples. I exhaled hard on her cunt again. I nibbled at her clit. And she exploded. She made that high, whining sound again. And then she cried out.
A couple of girls walked by and I saw one turn and look in. Her eyes got wide. Then she grabbed her friend and started walking faster. Cathy was oblivious to their presence. She bucked her hips into my face as she came.
"Fuck me. Fuck me now," she said.
I rose up and unzipped my jeans. She pushed me back.
"Get on the seat," she said.
I obeyed and she helped me pull my jeans down past my ass.
'You've got a great cock," she said looking at my hard-on.
She got on her knees next to me and threw a leg over so she was straddling me. I buried my face in her titties. And I buried my cock inside her.
I held her hips as she started riding me hard. I tried to force her to slow down, but it was useless. She bounced up and down like a kid on a pony. She was frantic. Her tits jiggled around my head. She bit her lip and started to whimper again. And then cried out loudly right in my ear. I felt her pussy clench as she climaxed again, but it did nothing to slow her down.
I was basically a statue. I kept my hands on her firm ass cheeks and kissed her nipples and tits. But Cathy did all the work.
She fucked me hard.
She bucked and slammed her hips into me. The car was filled with a wet sloppy down and our heavy breathing.
Cathy's dark, almond-shaped eyes were locked on mine and filled with a serious determination. She was intensely focused.
The car was bouncing up and down. It would be impossible for anyone walking by not to notice. I noticed a small group on the opposite sidewalk pointing, but they didn't approach. Eventually, they kept walking.
I saw a solitary figure approaching on our side--a redhead with a bob haircut. But I wasn't about to stop Cathy. The feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my cock was incredible. I knew I couldn't last much longer. But I didn't want it to end.
Cathy was breathing as if she'd just run a marathon. I thought she might hyperventilate. Again, the high-pitched whine started coming out of her clenched lips. She let out a few small cries. And then the big one came. Cathy cried loudly as she came again. She started slowing down
I grabbed her hips and started thrusting upward. I was close and aching to finish. I grunted with thrust. Cathy cried out every time she exhaled. I felt the familiar tingle in my nuts. And then my dick pulsed and I shot off gobs of hot jizz in Cathy's pussy.
I kept fucking until I'd deposited every last drop. Then I collapsed back onto the seat. Cathy crashed down on me and put her head on my shoulder.
"Definitely not what I expected when I was getting ready for work tonight," she said.
"Not what I expected when I went out for dinner, either," I said.
We both laughed.
I glanced toward the window. The redhead I'd seen earlier had stopped and was staring in right at us. I had no idea how long she'd been there. She had a phone to her ear. And when she saw me looking, she waved. And that's when I realized it was Kay's friend, Mona.
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