- Unforgettable moments in a cancelled plan – part 1
- Unforgettable moments in a cancelled plan – part 2
“You’re going to go?” he had an odd sound to his voice. “Listen, um, let me call you back. I need to call someone real quick then I’ll…”
“I said don’t worry about it!” I snapped a little too quickly. “Oh.” Darryl laughed, again a little strangely. “Okay, man I got it, I’ll make it up to you next time.”
“Sure.”
“Still seeing you for dinner next week?”
“Yeah, sure.” I said trying to get off the phone as Zoey drifted my way, but continued past me, grabbing three beers and heading around the bar over to the pool table.
“Good, you have a good night and when I see you, you can tell me what you thought of the Rail, a place that is a blast from our past!”
“Yeah, sitting alone drinking, a blast.” I replied, my eyes glued to Zoey who had taken a stick from one of the bikers and was bent over the table taking a shot, her ass peeking out at me again. “Fun.”
“Well, make the most of it.” He laughed and hung up.
I slipped the phone into my jacket pocket where it hung behind me on the stool and turned and watched Zoey shoot pool. I sipped my beer thinking this was straight out of an old penthouse letter or cheap porn.
Zoey was running the table and each shot either left me staring down her dress as her tits threatened to spill out or looking at her ass. For one shot she leaned over as far as she could and lifted her leg, stretching it out along the bank. I noticed one of the guys staring at her ass a few times, but the others were just talking and laughing with her.
Several times she saw me looking and would smile and wink.
I was getting odd looks from the guys. Not the dirty ones I’d expect, but a couple of smirks and I figured they’d seen this game before and knew she was screwing with me. That was fine, even if she was, this was the best night I’d had in awhile. Pretty sad when being cock teased was a thrill, but at least I’d have some motivation other than the internet.
Yup, I thought while draining my beer and staring at Zoey’s lush curves, something told me the little green eyed minx was going to be starring in a lot of upcoming dreams.
“Hey, we’re going to get going kiddo.” One of the bikers said, putting his stick in the rack, “You have a good night.”
“You too, thanks for letting me win.” She giggled, batting her long lashes at him.
“Zoey, we haven’t let you win in five years.” One of them laughed and kissed her cheek, “Tell your dad we said hi.”
“I will.” She watched them leave, and I watched her, drinking in every inch of her young body.
When the door closed behind them, she pushed away from the table and after collecting the empty bottles onto a tray and bringing it around the bar she yelled, “Hey Tate?”
“Yeah Zoey” He called out from where he was leaning against the bar watching the Bruins game.
“Listen it’s almost ten and everyone’s gone, why don’t you head out?”
“You sure?” he glanced over at her, “We’re open until midnight.”
“I’ll be here.”
“Yeah, but your old man doesn’t like you here alone, and you never know…”
“Tate, who the hell is coming in here after ten on Monday night?”
“Yeah, but you know you’re an old man.”
“That I do.” She stopped in front of me and leaned close and asked, “What’s your name, blue eyes?”
“Marcus.” But I liked blue eyes, “It’s nice to…”
“Besides,” she continued to Tate, “Marcus will keep me company.”
“You know this guy?”
“Course I do!” she rolled her eyes, “He teaches at PC, had me in English”
How did she know I taught at PC and why was she lying?
“Oh, okay,” he looked at me, “You sticking around until she closes?”
“Sure.” I nodded, “Can’t leave a former student alone in a place like this.”
“Okay.” He walked over to the corner of the bar and grabbed his jacket, “I’ll catch you tomorrow night.”
“Yup, drive safe.” She said
“Hey, how did you know…”
“Parking permit on your dash.” She winked, “Nothing mysterious.”
“Good.” I gave her a nervous smile, “You know with my position…”
“What about positions?” She asked, even as she gave a last wave to Tate who was walking out the door.
“Oh, nothing, I was just…”
“Worried about something stupid.” She stated, “What the hell does what you do have to do with…” she shrugged “What you do or,” she lowered her voice to a soft purr, “Who you do?”
“Okay, okay.” I put my hands up as I shifted in my seat wincing as my hard on bent awkwardly in my jeans. “I’ve had fun flirting, but it’s getting to be a bit much.”
“Why is that?” she put her hands on the bar and jumped up, swinging her legs onto it. She pushed them off so she was now sitting on the bar next to me, her legs hanging off.
“Because uh,” I watched her kick her feet back and forth, my eyes glued to her inner thigh as her leg swung. “Well it’s teasing.”
She cocked her head at me, “Who said I’m a tease?”
“Why…”
“I said I like older men.” She ran her nails along my scruffy cheek, “Real older men, not pretty boys who try to act my age.” When I looked at her uncertainly she asked, “Been a while hasn’t it Marcus?”
“That’s a little personal.” I said, avoiding her gaze.
“You’ve been staring at my tits and sitting there with a bulge in your jeans and a question is personal?”
“I…well you got me there.”
“I got you period, Marcus.” She leaned over, her tits now directly in my face, “See you’re just what I like, not only sexy and older, but…” she licked her lips, “Nervous and getting over someone, you need to get back in the saddle, baby.”
“I do? ” I swallowed, feeling like an idiot.
“You do, and lucky for you? This little green eyed slut is one hell of a ride.” She pushed herself off the bar and grabbing my arm spun me on the stool so my back was to the bar.
“Marcus this is going to be just what you need.” As she spoke she walked across the deserted bar towards the front door, “Know why? Because I’m not like women your age.” She reached the door and my heart skipped a beat when she flipped the switch shutting off the neon sign in the small window.
Approaching the door she kept speaking, “I’m not looking for a husband or a boyfriend. I don’t care what you drive or how much money you have.”
She reached the door and threw the bolt then made her way over towards the jukebox.
“All I care about is having a good time, with a hot guy. Maybe you’ll come by and see me again after tonight, maybe you won’t.” She reached the jukebox, slipped a five into it and punched in some selections. “Either way, I’m fine with that; I can always find guys to play with.”
She stepped over to the pool table and laughed “You look surprised, I know, I’m a girl, I’m not supposed to want to just fuck, that’s what boys do right?”
“I wouldn’t say that.” I said softly as she beckoned to me with her finger, “Nothing wrong with a good time.”
“Exactly!” she clapped her hands as I slid off the bar and slowly made my way over to her.
I jumped when Wilson Pickett’s Mustang Sally blasted through the bar, but my eyes were fixed on Zoey who was swaying seductively to the beat. She took her long hair up over her head and turned around, showing off her gyrating ass. Lowering her hair she reached back, and lifting her dress exposed her creamy well rounded ass cheeks which were separated by the black lace thong.
I was within two feet of her when she turned and pointing at a stool next to the pool table gave me a playful push. I sat down hard, almost sliding off as I was focused on her working her tits back and forth in my face. I went to put my hands on her hips, and cried out in surprise when she slapped them away.
She laughed and spun around, pulled her dress back up and planted her ass onto my lap. I couldn’t manage to stifle a low moan as her soft ass worked my aching cock through my jeans. Leaning back against me she put her arm around my neck and kissed me hard. I gasped as her tongue plunged into my mouth as she continued to grind my cock.
She grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits and purred when I gave them a hard squeeze. Damn they were big and firm, and…young! That thought flashed through my mind thinking I could be her damn father with a few years to spare, but…who the hell cares?
Zoey Chopped off my lap and crossed her arms, grabbed the straps of her dress and slid them down her shoulders. She was still working her hips in seductive circles and swinging her long hair as she eased the straps off and slipped her arms from them. With a sexy smile she pulled me up by my wrists and when I was standing in front of her put my hands on the top of her dress.
I noticed my hands were trembling like nervous teenagers, but I also felt as eager as one and quickly pulled her top down causing her huge tits to spring free.
“Goddamn.”: I whistled, staring at her large creamy globes with their pale pink nipples. Those nipples looked as hard as my cock felt and I cupped them with my hands, groaning at how firm they were despite their size and how damn heavy they were.