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Ch 1Tonight wasn’t the night for love. The week had been too long, too stressful. What I needed was a man. Not one of these city boys with their shirts and ties. Pretty to look at, tidy when fucked. No, not tonight. I needed a man with a little dirt under his nails. Just one look and you could tell he was good with his hands. I wasn’t looking for a unicorn to bring home to Mama, but the proverbial urban cowboy. One who would ride me hard and put me away wet. Harry’s wasn’t the typical bar where you’d find someone like me. It usually packed a tougher crowd with the occasional table of college kids. I felt the eyes on me as I made my way through the dimly lit bar. Times like this I always walked tall – head up, eyes straight ahead, one step in front of the other in order to over exaggerate the natural sway of my hips. I had come straight from the office. Black pencil skirt, white button-down silk blouse, and my favorite güvenilir bahis red high heels. I heard a few comments as I walked past some of the booths. “That’s it, boys, enjoy the view,” I thought to myself. “Now, which one of you will be man enough to come and fuck me.”I sat down at one end of the U-shaped bar and ordered a double vodka on the rocks. Best to keep it simple in places like this. Bringing the glass up to my lips, I tentatively gazed around the room as I enjoyed the first sip. The coldness from the ice sent a shiver through my body and I felt my nipples get hard from the cold. I laughed in spite of myself when I looked down and saw yes, yes you could clearly see they were hard through the thin fabric of my shirt. I sat up straighter.He was seated at the other end of the bar. This big broad-shouldered man casually swirling a glass in his hand. Whisky? Bourbon? Hard to tell from this angle. I watched güvenilir bahis siteleri his lips curl ever so slightly after he took a sip. I let my eyes wander down his frame. Broad shoulders and muscular arms stuck out of a plain white T-shirt. Faded jeans and brown work boots finished off the look. He looked… delicious. I didn’t see him talking to the bartender, so I was surprised when the bartender brought me another drink and said it came from the gentleman at the end of the bar. When I looked up, he was raising his glass to me. A long-distance cheers. I couldn’t help but smile. Slowly he made his way over and took the empty seat next to me. Good Lord, he was a big man. Even when he sat down I still had to look up at him. “Hi,” he said with the slightest hint of a southern drawl. “Mind if I sit here?”“Be my guest,” I said as I finished my first drink.“I’m sure you’ve been asked this before, but, iddaa siteleri what’s a lady like you doing in a place like this?” He genuinely looked concerned when he asked. His eyebrows were raised, his eyes were clear and focused. Since I was in no mood to beat around the bush, I looked him in the eyes and said, “I came here to find someone to fuck.” To my surprise, he just nodded and took a sip of his drink. Didn’t even bat an eye. Slightly flustered, I asked in return, “You? What brought you in here?”“Same,” he said as he locked his eyes on mine. “So, how about it?”He was exactly what I was looking for. The intensity of his gaze, the tone of his voice, the straightforwardness of his words. I felt a slight dampness in my panties starting to form. I didn’t even notice that he had his hand on my knee and had started sliding it up my leg until I felt my skit shift across my thighs. I jumped at the realization. “Don’t worry, no one can see through me,” he drawled. There was a look in his eyes that almost challenged me to argue or swat his hand away. Instead, I parted my legs and let his hand slide all the way up to my panties. A smile formed on his lips.
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