Sunday Afternoon Alone in the Dunes
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It was a last Sunday afternoon. I decided to stop by a local Tex-Mex restaurant in the small city where I live, for a bit to eat. As I sat and chowed down on a bean and cheese enchilada plate, I noticed a very nice-looking blonde sitting at the bar, just a few feet away. Beside her, was a decent looking dude. They obviously knew each other, by the way they chatted. I couldn’t hear their conversation, as she had her back to me. Although the conversation seemed congenial from my perspective, the fact that she never turned and faced him as they chatted and sipped on drinks, told me there was some sort of disconnect.
As I was finishing up my meal, I saw another couple take up drinking stations on the far end of the bar. They guy excused himself to the restroom. The first guy sitting at the bar, with the blonde, took quick notice of the gal sitting alone at the end of the bar. This obviously didn’t sit well with the blonde, who turned to her drinking partner and said,
“She’s married.”
Things didn’t seem to go well for the guy at that point. He finished off his drink, slammed down some cash on the bar and left, without saying a word, leaving his blonde bar drinking partner all alone at the bar.
I felt bad for the blonde. I finished off my meal and told the waitress I was going to get a drink at the bar. I slipped on to a bar stood at the bar, leaving a space between myself and the blonde. She glanced in my direction but didn’t say anything.
“What can I fix you?” asked the bartender.
“I’ll have whatever she is having,” I said, nodding towards the blonde two seats removed from me. “And pour her another one as well.”
The bartender shoved my drink in front of me and then pushed a second one in front of the blonde.
“Thanks,” she said, “But I didn’t order another drink.”
“Your friend over there ordered it for you,” the bartender replied, nodding in my direction. The blonde looked in my direction.
I smiled and said, “You look like you could use another one.”
She looked down at the drink and then back at me.
She looked at the empty seat between us and replied, “Slide over.”
Her name was Roxi. The guy that left her at the bar was her boyfriend.
“I’m trying to break it off,” she said, “but its hard. We’ve been together four years.”
“Four years?” I exclaimed.
“I know,” she replied. “Crazy, isn’t it?”
“So, what’s so hard about pulling the trigger?” I asked.
“Its complicated.” Roxi replied. I could see the hurt in her blue eyes.
“You know,” I replied, “There’s always this thing called fate. Maybe it’s your fate that someone shows up in your left to show you that what you have can be bested.”
Roxi smiled.
“Who would have thought I’d find a counselor at a bar?”
“I’m not a counselor,” I replied, “But I can assure you of two things. One – you’re strikingly beautiful and two- you have the capability to do anything you want to do, if you would just set your mind to just do it.”
Roxi stared down at her drink. Then, suddenly she tuned and faced me.
“Where did you come from?” she asked as she looked at me. My hand was on the bar, opposite her hand. I inched my finger closer to her as we chatted. I gently placed the tip end of my finger on to one of hers, and said, “Don’t feel afraid to share your passion, your soul, your ability to love and be loved and never let anyone, any man or woman, make you feel insignificant. You are a beautiful person inside and out and you deserve the be treated like the queen you appear to be.”
Roxi used her hand to fan herself.
“Oh wow,” she exclaimed as she batted her eyelashes, taking a moment to savor my unsolicited advice. “How did you become so well spoken?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “Perhaps it is life experiences.”
As she spoke, she nervously, adjusted the pearl drop necklace that hung from her neck.
“Are you married?” Roxi asked.
“No,” I admitted, adding that I was “happily divorced.”
Roxi shifted in her seat, to turn and face me, her short, above the knee, tight little dress inching upwards on her beautiful bare thighs.
“Do you live around here?” Roxi asked.
“Just down the road at the Cypress Apartments,” I replied. “I lost the house in the divorce, but I gained a nice pool and wicked hot tub.”
Roxi smiled. It was her first smile since I had taken up a seat at the bar.
“Would you like to check it out?” I asked.
Roxi laughed.
“You’re fast,” she said.
I quickly apologized and told her that I didn’t mean anything untoward by the offer.
“Yes, you did,” Roxi shot back, adding, “But that’s OK. I’m impressed by your boldness, your kind words and . . . . I’ve had a few drinks.”
Roxi dropped her hand on to my leg, patting my thigh, gently rubbing her hand back and forth.
“You’re a good-looking guy,” Roxi declared. I wasn’t used to be on the receiving end of a compliment.
“Thanks,” I replied, placing my hand on top of hers.
“You’ll have to give me a ride,” Roxi said. “My boyfriend abandoned me.”
I was lost. Her hand pat on my thigh had momentarily interrupted my thought processes. She was quick to pick up on my confusion.
“I’d love to see your place,” Roxxi quickly shot back, as she moved her hand higher on my thigh, adding suggestively, “and whatever else you want to show me.”
Damn. Never in my wildest imagination would I have ever thought that buying a drink for a woman at a neighborhood bar, take such a fast turn.
Roxi looked marvelously sexy in her off-the-shoulder white summer outfit, which clung to her very shapely body. She knew she looked good and I liked her self-confidence.
As we slipped into my small sports car, I reached across the center divider and gently placed my hand into her lap. She made no attempt to lower her dress as it self- ratchetted itself up high on her thighs. She took my hand in hers and guided my hand on to the inside of her bare leg. I squeezed her leg.
“You are so very sexy,” I said as I pulled out of the parking lot.
“You are as well,” she replied.
I inched my fingers slowly up her thigh and as I did, she parted her legs to welcome my finger advancement, closing her eyes and gripping the handhold on the passenger side of the car.
My fingers were now precariously close to her snatch, and I could tell she was getting very turned on.
She shifted in the seat, pulling the hem of her dress up enough to allow me an unimpeded access to her crotch. Her while lace panties were soaked with moisture and clung to the outline of her vagina. I pushed a lone finger against the wet fabric of her panties, neat the top of her vagina, more of less guessing where her g-spot might be.
She grabbed my wrist and held on to it.
“Right there,” she exclaimed as I pressed against her magic spot. Her eyes flickered open and she turned her head in my direction. I slipped my finger past the edge of her panties and directly onto her g-spot, flicking my finger back and forth rapidly.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. I didn’t plan to.
She let go of my wrist and balled her hands into white knuckled fists, as an orgasm shot through her.
“Oh-my-Gawd!” she exclaimed as I finger-fucked her. “You are awesome!”
I had no idea what I was in for, but I sure liked the way things had started.
As we walked to my apartment, Roxxi slipped her arm around my waist and I slipped my arm around hers. She giggled and said, “I like you.”
The feeling was mutual.
Once in my apartment, I asked Roxxi if she’d like to have a drink.
“No,” Roxi replied, her eyes shooting down to my crotch and then back up at me, “But I think I’d like to investigate what you’ve got down there.”
I unbuttoned my button-down shirt and stripped out of it. Roxxi cooed her approval as she slipped up next to me, her hand finding its way to my crotch.
“Oh boy!” she exclaimed as she felt the bulge in my jeans. “Someone has a party going on down here.”
I placed my hand on to Roxi’s soft waist and pulled her in closer to where I stood by my front door. Since I an about six foot four and she was a bit shorter than I, she had to look up at me.
“Fuck me,” Roxi pleaded, as she fondled my genitals through the fabric of my jeans.
“Gladly,” I replied, as I reached behind her and attempted to unfasten her dress. I was never good at undressing women and it showed. Roxi quickly picked up on my inability to unbutton a simple button. As she reached behind herself to unfasten the buttons to her dress, I unfasted my jeans, allowing them to fall to the floor, where I stepped out of them.
My erection pressed hard against the nylon of my bikini brief Calvin Kleins.
Roxi slipped out of her dress and her bra. I was amazed at how stunningly beautiful and sexy she was. Her nipples stood strong and erect in top of her man-made 36 d-cup breasts, which she proudly showed off as one of her best assets.
I pulled Roxi into my bedroom and on to my bed. She quickly stripped out of her panties, parting her legs to welcome my advances. She was freshly shaven and had no pubic hair, which I really liked at lot. I inserted a finger into her vagina and slowly worked it around as she positioned her hands and fingers on the outside of her vagina. I leaned in and lightly placed my tongue against her hooded clit. Almost immediately, she closed her legs, trapping me, as she grabbed my head and held me in place. I forced her legs apart and boldly licked her pussy from the bottom to the top, placing my entire mouth open and on top of her hooded clit. As I did, she started to shake uncontrollably.
“Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!” she proclaimed as another massive orgasm overtook her. I slipped off her pussy and worked my way up her body, planting kisses on her. I spent a great deal of time on her breasts, which she seemed to enjoy. When I kissed the nape of her neck, she pulled me up and into a deeply passionate kiss, her tongue probing the inside of my soul.
Oh my- that tongue. Roxi had a sinfully devilishness about her that belied any rational explanation. I hovered over her, my knee pressing up against her pubic area, as we kissed.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded again.
I pushed my cock up to the folds of her vagina, as she held her legs apart. I teasingly rubbed the head of my cock against the outer folds of her vagina. I pushed the tip of my cock against her clit and she cried out,
“Put it in me!”
I pushed the head of my cock into her pussy, and she used two fingers as a guide. The warmth of her pussy, which tightened around the shaft of my large tool was simply amazing. She had her eyes closed as I worked my tool deeper and deeper, very slowly and deliberately into her pussy. Our pubic bones met, and I stopped.
“Don’t stop!” she cried out, opening her eyes.
I don’t want to hurt you,” I replied, knowing my cock was of an unusual size.
“You’re not going to hurt me,” Roxxi replied. “Just fuck me!”
I worked my cock back and forth, as Roxxi grabbed my shoulder blades and dug in her manicured nails. Suddenly, she was digging in her nails and shaking, as another orgasm ricocheted through her small frame.
I was about to explode. I pulled out and told her to get on top.
“Get in top?” Roxi asked in surprise.
“Yes,” I replied. “Get on top of me. Ride me!”
“Oh yeah!” she replied, “Gladly!”
I laid back on my bed and Roxy happily obliged my request- straddling my torso and guiding my cock back into herself. She planted her hands on my chest and began rocking back and forth, my cock buried deep inside of her. It wouldn’t take much for Roxxi to orgasm again, this time, flooding me with her juices.
Roxi was a true trooper. When I asked if we could do it doggie style, she gleefully pointed her ass in my direction as I stood beside my bed, cock in hand.
Her starfish was too good to not pass up.
“No,” she pleaded as I pushed my cock up to her asshole. I used some of her lubrication to quickly lubricate her butthole, even as she acquiesced and pleaded for me to be gentle. I pushed my cock into her ass. She was tight, but the sensation of butt-fucking her was unbelievable. I could feel myself about to explode, so I quickly withdrew and shoved my cock into her pussy, slapping her bare ass in the process. She jumped and her pussy clamped down on the cock. I shot my load, so forcefully, that I was sure it would come out any one of another body openings she had.
Roxi collapsed on to the bed, as I held her ass up by her hips, my cock buried deep inside of her. She cried out, “Don’t stop! Fuck me! Oh yeah! Baby! Give it all to me! Don’t stop!”
I pounded her sweet ass for as long as mother nature and she would allow. It was simply amazing.
I collapsed on the bed beside her, as she did the same.
“I still feel you in me,” Roxi declared.
We lay in my bed, thoroughly spent and satisfied for the longest time. At some point, we both fell asleep.
I woke up and the alarm clock read, 10:00pm.
“Oh shit!” I exclaimed.
“What is it?” Roxi asked, as she sat up in my bed.
“It’s ten o’clock,” I said. “Your boyfriend is gonna be ticked.”
Roxi smiled as she laid back on to the bed and said, “Fuck him. I think I’ve found a replacement.”
Roxi was a Sunday afternoon bar chick. Who would have thought?
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