One Night Stand

I already had a couple of beers (lately I'd been drinking like Bukowski) in me when i saw her. Tighter than tight skinny jeans that held a perfect ass and a red tank top, no bra. Didn't take Sherlock to notice. I walk over as best as i can and take the empty bar stool beside her.

She had lovely blue eyes, but that wasn't what i noticed first. Her entire chest was almost nearly visible as if they were trying to escape the confines of the small tank top. Her eyes had been hidden by her hair till this point. She brushed her curls aside "Eyes are up here." That she noticed made me blush. I ordered us drinks, her obliging after a few words that the man always buys the drinks. We made small talk for a hour or so, all the while running my tab up. "Wanna get a room" she asked, blue eyes selling it for me. She steadied me and we made our way out of the bar and over to the motel across the street.

We signed our names as "Mr." and "Mrs. Smith" in the ledger and made out way to our room, room 68. I'd preferred 69, it'd would've been more ironic. After unlocking the door she kissed and undressed me (kicking the door shut with her foot)and i doing the same to her, made our way to the bedroom where we fell on it.

I licked and sucked on her breasts (this seemed to delight her the most) and once hard i nibbled on them. She moaned lightly. My hand made its way between her legs while the other rested on her (just as i had thought) perfect ass. I squeezed it and she moaned a little louder. I started to rub her, already wet it didn't take long, not long at all before she was drenched. She grabbed my cock, hand sliding up and down the shaft. Dear god she knew how to give a hand job. She slid on top of me and i slid in her, juices mixing. Her ass bobbed up and down then switched to a circular pattern, she knew things. Our tongues danced wildly and I moved my hands from chest to ass. Soon she was bobbing faster and i felt it rising in  me as well in her. She came as i did. My eyes rolled back into my head and she screamed as orgasms rippled through her body. Soon it was all over, i was smoking a cigarette and she was dressed. She wrote something down on a piece of paper, kissed me (no, not a peck on the cheek) and left. I sat there smoking a while longer before i glanced at the paper she had given me.

On it was scrawled "Call me." in tight writing followed by a winky face. What a night to end with a winky face, no, a hell of a night.