It started out as just another busy afternoon at the bar. The usual suspects were jammed into a small space, looking to impress anyone of the opposite sex.

I was nursing my drink and perusing my newspaper when I heard a female voice ask, “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” I looked up and wasn’t sure whether to address the impressive chest jiggling under that blouse or the pretty, green-eyed, dark-haired vixen herself.

“No, have a seat,” I said. She slid into the chair, a glint in those green eyes. My cock was already hard. I envied that chair, wishing I were under her sweet cheeks.

“My name is Lisa. Do you live here?” she asked.

“Yes, northwest of town.” My newspaper was now a bar donation, and the small talk wouldn’t last very long. She went on to say that she was visiting and had been shopping at Saks for something special in the lingerie department. She wasn’t sure what her boyfriend back home would like, and hoped I might help her decide what looked best. I hoped she was already wearing at least one of the items and wanted to model it for me. Please, let it be something crotchless.

She invited me to walk with her out to her van to look at her purchases. She got in first, making sure I saw the curve of her ass. I got in. Without a word she kissed me, unzipped me, and wrapped her hand around my cock. “Oh, it’s so big and hard. Something else I was shopping for,” she said.

Everything outside the van faded into the background as I squeezed Lisa’s tits, pulled off her shirt, pinched her nipples, and took turns sucking each one. Lisa knew what she wanted. She pushed the seats back to make us more comfortable. Her pants and panties were already on their way off. Her panties were soaking wet, and they weren’t crotchless. I knew I’d get over it.

“Lick my pussy,” she said.

I crawled on my knees toward her crotch, buried my face in her furry snatch, and started tongue-fucking her for all I was worth. I pulled her to the floor and spread her legs wide open. She wriggled down to get my tongue deeper into her pussy. “Lick me faster, lick me harder,” she cried. And I did, until she came three times.

Sitting up, she grasped my cock and pumped it up and down. “This is just what I need,” she said before wrapping her mouth around it. Then she just stopped and looked at me with those green eyes. What a cock-tease. She released my cock and turned her ass toward me, saying, “Pound me good and hard.”

I got a good grip on her hips and rammed my shaft into her, giving her all nine inches. She was hanging on to one of the van seats, her tits bouncing off the back. I fucked her like that until she was dripping and coming and wanting more. She rolled onto her side and raised her leg. I plunged into her hole again. She was bucking like a machine. She screamed that she was coming again, and I fucked her harder until she did.

“We’re not done yet,” she said. She pushed me onto my back and lowered her tits over my cock, squeezing them together and moving them up and down my shaft. It felt like heaven. Moving up, she lowered her wet hole onto my cock and swayed back and forth. I moved with her, but slowly, trying to prolong this.

“Faster,” she said. “I love a hard cock. Fuck me faster.” She squealed when I pulled her down hard, and I felt her pussy tighten on me. We moved together, the van rocking side to side. If anyone pulled up alongside, we never knew it. I put her on her back and fucked her until I exploded. She pressed back just as hard to receive all that was coming to her.

We rolled over, trying to catch our breath. The van carpet was wet with sweat and come. Her green eyes still flickered with fire. She pointed to a small shopping bag. “I just wanted you to see what I bought,” she said.

I reached for the bag and peeked inside. There were a couple of lace teddies, but no crotchless panties. Was I disappointed? Absolutely. And don’t think I didn’t tell her how disappointed I was. She felt so bad that she just had to screw me again.