I had been sitting at the bar all night without any chance of getting laid. The only person who had even spoken to me was the bar tender. She was a stunning woman in a teal dress that looked like it had been painted on her. It accentuated every curve on her body and her deep red hair. I wanted her so badly; I could feel my body tingle at the thought of her hands and mouth on it. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she waited on the other patrons, then finally I decided I would take a chance make a play for her.

Casually, I waved at her to get her attention. It wasn’t long before she came over to where I was sitting.

“What can I get you Sweetie?”

“Well, I need the check, but I’d love your phone number.”

I flashed my widest smile and leaned back to display my cleavage to its best advantage.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

She laughed as she took my empty glass and walked away.

It was a few minutes before she returned, but when she did she slipped the check into my hand rather than laying it on the bar in front of me. I checked to see what my damage was and, to my pleasant surprise, there was a short message at the bottom.

My shift ends in ten minutes. Meet me out back.

Maybe the night is looking up, I thought to myself as I paid my tab and went outside to wait for her.

It was only there for a few minutes when she walked out of the back door of the bar towards me.

“Hi, I’m . . .”

She quickly put her finger over my mouth to stop me from speaking.

“Let’s be honest here. I’m just looking for some fun tonight. I have a boyfriend and, with what we’re about to do, we don’t need names.”

“Fair enough,” I said and followed her to her car.

We both got into the back seat. She wasted no time in reaching for me. Her hand slipped into my neckline and began to rub my breasts. Her fingers pinched and pulled at the nipples as she moved to straddle my thigh. The hem of my dress was high enough that I could feel the dampness between her legs on my skin.

I slid my hand up to her velvet opening, reveling in the softness of her skin. I probed her wetness with my fingers. It was like liquid honey. She began to move her hips up and down, grinding her clit into my leg while her knee worked my swollen bud under my clothes.

She peeled back the neckline of my dress to allow her to use her mouth on my breasts. She drenched them in her saliva as she sucked and bit them. I could feel my juices dripping onto the car seat as she pressed her knee into my clit. I grabbed her breast through the fabric of her dress. I tugged it, using it as a handle to work her body against mine as she continued to ride my leg. She moved faster and faster on me until I could feel her nectar slide down my thigh. Her moans of pleasure filled the air of the vehicle as her lips met mine in a deep kiss.

Her knee moved from my clit allowing her fingers access to my insides. Quickly, they moved in and out of me. My hips bucked as she went further inside. Her mouth left my lips to place heavy kisses along my jaw and neck while her other hand toyed with my nipple. Without warning her teeth sank into the meaty flesh at the base of my neck, it was like electricity running throughout my body. The chill sent me into a powerful orgasm that I could not hold back from. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as the sensation swept over me and my juices moistened the seat of the car.

When it was over, we smiled at each other and began to dress before going our separate ways. I still see the bartender from time to time when I stop by for a drink, but ever since then we have only shared a wink or a knowing smile. That’s fine with me because I have the memories of that night in her car to make me smile on those lonely nights.