She was working that night, exactly as I’d hoped.

Honey was tall and blonde and had big brown eyes that were so dark they were nearly black. She was built like a badass hourglass and liked her jeans tight, her heels high, and her shirts in any shade of black.

She caught sight of me and tossed me a wave. The smile on her pretty face grew wider, and happiness speared through me like a lightning bolt settling somewhere right around my cock and balls.

I’d already primed the pump. I’d asked her a while ago if she’d consider seeing me outside this seedy, noisy and yet utterly perfect, bar. She’d said “maybe” and gave me a peck on the cheek. When I tried to turn my face to kiss her pouty lips, she’d flitted away like the world’s most kick-ass butterfly.

I was hoping that night to finally seal the deal.

“Hey there, handsome.” She set a beer down in front of me on the table without my having to ask.

“So, how’s tonight looking, Honey?” I took a swig of my beer and watched her face. We’d played this game a few times. I’d ask her when we could get together, and she’d say soon. Then we’d flirt all night, and I’d go home with a dick that could break concrete.

“I think tonight’s the night,” she said, leaning close. She touched a fingertip to my chin, but it might as well have been my fucking cock.

I was taken off-guard so badly I had to take another draw on my beer just to come up with a response.

“I look forward to it,” I said. Then I hung my head and laughed.

“What’s so funny?” She leaned against me so that her breast pressed my bicep.

“I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to say yes to me, and that’s the answer I come up with. ‘I look forward to it.’ Pretty pathetic. Don’t you think?”

“Not at all,” she said in my ear. Her hand trailed down from my hair to the nape of my neck, and I couldn’t suppress my shiver. My cock was throbbing in time with my runaway heartbeat.

In my head I had many a vision of me and Honey. Pushing those tan thighs apart and tasting her. Did she taste like her name? Or maybe flowers? Or something like citrus. What did her tits look like? Would she like her nipples sucked or should I bite them? Did she liked to be fucked face-to-face or from behind — or did she like to be on top?

“What are you thinking?” she whispered, licking my ear. “You’ve turned an interesting shade of red.”

“Have I?” My voice wasn’t nearly as manly as I’d have liked.

“You have. Were you thinking dirty things? About me?”

I had a choice — lie or tell the truth — and I instantly decided. “I was.”

“Tell me.”

I shook my head. “I can’t.”

“Sure you can.” Someone called her name, and she smiled at me. “Hurry up… ”

“I was wondering what you taste like,” I blurted out.

Her cheeks went pink, and she smiled. “Maybe later you can tell me. I’ll be right back. Keep that thought.”

I finished my beer in three long swigs, watching that fine ass swing as Honey maneuvered her way around the bar. And then when she turned to me, I waved my finger for another beer. She smiled and shook her head.

The beer thudded against the high-top. “You really think I wasn’t going to bring you another?”

“I got impatient.”

She moved closer, her hand dipped beneath the table to rest on my thigh. “Thinking any other thoughts?”

“I was thinking about your thighs.” Fuck it, I figured. I’d go for the gold.

“What about them?”

“I was thinking what they looked like parted.”

Her hand moved up a few inches, hovering right near my crotch. My dick went from hard to snap-off-if-you-looked-at-it stiff. “And?”

“And what it’d feel like to settle between them.”

Her fingers grazed the hump of my cock, and I had to bite back a moan. “Soft, I imagine,” she said with a smile.

“Her lips were soft sliding down my shaft, her tongue a talented, twirling entity.”

Then she hurried off to another customer, and I thought I’d die. As she walked off, she said over her shoulder, “Hold that thought, cowboy.”

I held it.

I had to pace myself with the beer to make sure I didn’t drink too fast just to have something to do and then end up shit-faced when I finally got ahold of her.

She came back about 15 minutes later with a fresh beer. “Ready?”

“Nope.”

She grinned. “Good man. Watching how much he drinks on an important night like this.” She cleared the table around me, but when she was directly behind me she dropped a light kiss on the nape of my neck. “I’ve been thinking myself,” she whispered so close to my ear I could hear her perfectly fine above the cacophony of the bar.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I have.” Her tray was loaded with empties and cocktail napkins and the peanut bowl. She lingered, leaning down to whisper above the din. “Like what your dick tastes like? Do you taste like saltwater? Or cold air and wood smoke? Or fruity? Do you eat a lot of fruit?” She laughed softly, and all the fine hairs along my neck stood on end.

“No.”

“Do you work outside?”

“I do.” She knew that, but I was playing along. Mainly because my cock felt like it weighed about a thousand pounds.

“Wood smoke and cold air, then.” She reached under the high-top and ran her hand roughly down the length of my cock.

“Is all this anticipation killing you?” she asked.

I nodded. “Pretty much.”

“Me, too. How about you meet me out back for my break.”

“When’s your break?”

“Ten minutes. You know my truck?”

“The big silver one,” I said. It wasn’t a question. Of course, I knew her truck.

“Meet me there in 10.”

Then she squeezed my dick, and I had to focus on not making a high-pitched noise. I’d been waiting for this moment for so long I could hardly stand it.

Those 10 minutes took roughly 15 years. When it was time, I stood and went out the back door, heading straight for her truck. She was standing behind it smoking a cigarette. Her smile grew when she saw me. There were very few lights out back and just enough of a glow for me to see her face.

“Want to get in?”

“You or the truck?”

“Yes?” She laughed and dropped the cigarette.

There was time later for a date and dinner and a movie. Apparently, both of us had it in mind to start with dessert.

She opened the door of the cab and climbed in the backseat then laid across a nest of blankets, beckoning me to join her. I could just about make out her form in the dim light, but I liked what I saw.

“I never did clear the blankets out from winter,” she said. “I carry them just in case. Lucky me, I forgot.”

I kissed her then. Her mouth was soft and warm and tasted like cigarettes and sweet soda. I nestled between her legs as she wrapped her arms around me. We were belly-to-belly, groin-to-groin, mouth-to-mouth. She arched up against me, pressing her pussy against my erection.

“Take your pants off,” she whispered. “Take my pants off.”

I did as I was told, shucking my jeans and then tugging her tight ones down over her hips and her legs as she kicked off her heels. I was grateful for the small feathers of light that came through the windows so I could see her tan thighs and her pretty face.

I didn’t say anything after that. I just buried my face between her legs. I found her clit, swollen and rigid, and worked it with my tongue until she was writhing wildly. She vacillated between holding my head in place and trying to push me away. I kept at her clit, knowing she’d tell me to stop if she became too sensitive. She bucked beneath me, raising her hips to slam her mound against my lips and teeth as I rapidly swirled my tongue around her button. When she came, she practically ripped a chunk of my hair out. I loved it, growling as I continued to lap at her through her climax. When the pleasure had decimated her, I sat up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

She quickly changed positioned and swallowed down my dick before I could even comprehend what she was doing. Her lips were warm and soft sliding down my shaft, her tongue a talented, twirling entity all its own. She sucked and licked and lapped at me until I hovered right on the razor’s edge of coming.

I took her face in my hands and pushed her away, backing onto the blankets once more. I shoved her knees high, wishing for more light as I studied her swollen pussy. I wished I could see the reds and the pinks and then her glistening wetness, but I’d have to settle for feeling it.

I nudged her slit with my cock, and she groaned, hooking her hands around me and pulling me into her with a startlingly swift motion.

“It took us forever to get here. For fuck’s sake, don’t tease me.”

I nodded and started to fuck her in earnest, using deep, even strokes. It was like sliding into damp, hot velvet. Her pussy worked me, squeezing and clenching me as I drove into her. I brought my lips to hers, and she kissed me back — deep and desperate.

“More,” she said, bucking her hips up to meet me.

“Fuck,” I said.

“Yes, exactly. Harder, harder, right there.”

I could feel her growing tighter and tighter around me, and I wanted her to come — but I also wanted to keep fucking her.

“There. Yes. There… ” And then she cried out so loud I automatically put my hand over her mouth. She went from wet to a fucking river, and I had to bite my tongue not to come right then and there.

I pulled out and flipped her onto her belly. I hiked her hips up and drove back into her, holding her tight and thrusting into her deep and fast.

“I’m going to come again,” she whispered.

Her words sent a jolt of pleasure down through the core of me. When her trim body shivered and she let out another cry, I went with her. My orgasm washed over me in a giant wave of bliss, leaving me happily limp and exhausted.

Honey turned in my arms, kissed me fast and sat up. “I have to get back. Coming in for another beer?”

I nodded dumbly.

“And then after my shift maybe we can try that again — and not hurry this time.”

I pulled her in for a kiss. “I’m there.”

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