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Jan sat at the end of the bar, bored and lonely. Her dark brown hair fell softly over her tan shoulders, as her blue-gray eyes scanned the room for a stranger to take home that night. Tonight wasn’t a good night. The room was full of cocky bastards who would’ve agreed to sleep with her in an instant. But she didn’t want that. No, today, she wanted a challenge. Then she spotted him. He was sitting in a booth, angry and alone. She guessed he’d just been stood up, but maybe he was still waiting on his girl. She wouldn’t come. Especially not if she saw Jan on her man.
A sly smile spread across Jan’s as she applied another coat of red lipstick to her plump lips. She was going to get what she wanted, she always did. She slid off the side of her chair, and slowly made her way over to him.
“You’re not here alone, are you?” She asked the man with false surprise.
“I guess so,” he responded, staring into his drink.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, sliding onto the table. Her legs were inches from his face, and she could feel him staring at the thin piece of almost-transparent fabric that just barely covered her lacy thong.
Slowly, his eyes made their way up her body. They took in her round hips, her tiny waist, and stopped for a moment when they reached her sweet, plump breasts. There they were, outlined by a little bit of black lace, and a barely-there strapless dress. Then his eyes met hers, hungry for affection. She knew what he was thinking. She knew how badly he wanted her, every bit of her. She could tell he was seriously thinking about pouncing right then and there, on that grimy little pub table. Her eye twinkled with mischief, and she could sense that he already had an erection.
But he wasn’t that easy, if he were, it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun.
He looked back down quickly, as if he felt guilty for eyeing her.
She leaned down, inches away from his lips, and her breasts right in front of his eyes. She almost laughed at how quickly his eyes widened.
“I bet your really upset,” she cooed, running her fingers through his messy golden brown hair.
“A bit,” he said, and after finally managing to regain his composure, “but it’s fine.”
“No, no it’s not,” she said softly, moving his cup of beer out of the way. He had no where to look except at her. Still a bit unsure of what she was going to do, he put his arms up, so they were resting on the top of the booth’s seat. He tried to distract himself, itched his nose, pretended to be interested in the wall to his left.
That was her cue. She kept her eyes locked on him as she slid across the table then onto the space between him and the wall. She draped her crossed legs across his, and used a gentle finger to turn his face toward her.
“No one deserves to be upset,” she said under her breath, “especially not a handsome man like you..” She bit her lip as she gazed into his dark green eyes. He was broken. He had given into temptation, there was no going back. And she knew it.
His lips neared hers, testing the waters. Jan draped her arms around his neck, one still tousling his hair, and pulled him into her. She ran her tongue along his lower teeth, exploring his mouth. He did the same, trying to get a feel for every part of her.
Without another thought, his lips traveled down, kissing her neck, her collar bone, her right breast, anywhere, and everywhere he could. His other hand traveled up her soft thigh, under her thin dress, inches away from her vagina, when she stopped him. She liked games. She stepped out of the booth, holding his hand, and he followed her, like a puppy to the abandoned bathroom.
“Don’t make this too easy,” she whispered as she nibbled on his ear. Her soft hands pulled him over to the wall, and traveled down, from his waist, to his chiseled hipbones, around to his zipper. She unbuttoned his pants, pulled the zipper down and softly caressed his halfway-there erection. She continued to massage it as she helped him unbutton his…[Read more]

Sweat mixing together, our breaths tingling everywhere. Countless times our lips touched, getting hungrier by the second. I felt your strong hands warming every exposed skin you can take. You took me in your hard, perfect body, making us one. You took it all, and I accepted it all.