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Long Hard Night

Published June 1st, 2014

" Everything throbbed. He needed her and he needed her now."

  Killing Time was a local bar with a classy feel but tending bar led to long, hard nights . For Kevin, the nights were harder when his coworker Sam worked with him.

 

Lean and full breasted her smile made the patrons swoon, and Kevin wish he had the courage to ask her out. One night, by chance, he happens upon a sight that would make his night harder than it ever had been.

 

Can he handle watching on the sidelines as she strips to an empty chair? If he barges in will she throw him out? Or will she give him a night he will never forget?

 

4,920 words      15 pages (aproximately)

“This is for you.” She raised a champagne glass and downed it in one large gulp.

 

Pushing off of the cabinet she began to sway her hips. Kevin watched, a smile spreading over his lips. Imagining he was the one she was putting on the show for wasn’t hard, and he debated on whether or not he should try to sneak in and plop down in the leather chair she had toasted.

 

He shook his head and tried to force himself to turn around but he didn’t want to. He would rather be in the room, running his hands over her skin. The zipper made a barely audible noise over the jazz as she pulled it down. Working with deliberate movement she twirled her hips and dropped her shorts. As the jeans slipped off of her ass it revealed a matching red thong. Her cheeks were firm and round and inviting.

 

Imagining his teeth running over her warm flesh as he plunged his fingers inside of her made his erection throb. He wanted to hear her moan and feel her squirm beneath him. He wanted to shove his aching dick inside the wet heat between her thighs. The imaginary heat of her core and soft wet on his swollen shaft wasn’t enough. If he didn’t leave soon he was going to get caught stroking his woody while she stripped for the empty chair.

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