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Jack had already started unbuttoning his shirt, and before she knew it, he had started exploring her skin with his kisses. He gave special attention to her nipples, biting them, kissing them, sucking them, and playing with them. Everything that Jack did to her made her feel even hornier. Her vagina was already wet, even before his hand started playing with her clitoris. Jack wanted to please her, and he was succeeding in doing it in every possible way.

When his mouth got low enough, he started kissing the side of her thighs. Anne got lost in this lustful moment, and wasn't able to contain her moans when Jack started putting his tongue inside her. The warm, and wet, feeling of his tongue infiltrating her vagina was something new for her. Not one of her clients ever did something like that to her, since no one ever paid to please a girl. Jack, on the other hand, had his mind on doing exactly that.

After making her relax, the passionate man slowly took the way back to her lips, but this time his pants were also unbuttoned. She could say since she could also feel his dick touching her clitoris. It was then that she whispered to him, “get in. Please, make me yours.” He didn't need any more persuading, since he was already horny as hell. This time, though, it was different. His cock was making its way in slowly, and safely, every inch accompanied by a deep kiss.

Only when he got his whole dick inside, he started pushing and thrusting slowly. She felt whole, his dick rubbing the back of her vagina, almost leading her to an orgasm. However, he did the same thing as before. Just before he was ready, he pulled himself out and then, quickly and steadily, he pushed back in. They both shouted, unable to hold back anymore. Jack came inside her, and Anne had multiple orgasms and started shivering again.

Wanting to catch his breath, Jack took a while before asking, “Are you okay? Are you still freezing?”

Still unable to talk, she just shook her head. After a couple deep breaths, she was just able to say only one thing. “That... was... perfect.”

When Jack heard her, he moved closer to her face, touched her lips with his finger, and then kissed her. They managed to sleep the whole night together in each other’s arms. It was the first time that Anne didn't cry herself to sleep watching her fiancé’s letter, and the first night that Jack had slept under the stars with a woman he was in love with. It was the first night that both of them slept tight, dreaming about riding south.

THE END

Bonus Story 13 of 20

I looked deep into my empty glass like it was going to reveal the answer to all my problems in that instant, but really who was I kidding? The only thing the empty glass revealed was that I was ready for another drink. Through drink-blurred eyes I stared at the scruffy and aged bartender in front of me, silently signaling that I was ready for another drink. A solid five minutes passed before he calmly retrieved my empty martini glass to refill it.

I really loved this relationship between us; I sat and drank, he refilled my glass; no words, and no judgements. He never spoke, not even ‘hello’. In my wild imagination he had done something terrible in his past and was atoning for it by keeping a vow of silence. At that moment I laughed out loud at the thought, causing the bartender to pause and raise his eyebrow at me in annoyance. I waved off the sudden outburst and wrapped my fingers around the slim stem of the glass. This was sad; I was here once again in this shitty bar with Mr. Mute Bartender.

I let out a sigh before taking a sip of my drink. It’s not as if life was terrible. I was successfully running my own business, my bills were getting paid, I had an amazing apartment, I was a great catch….no boyfriend but that’s beside the point: On balance, things were going good!

And yet I couldn’t shake off this overwhelming feeling of dullness, like things were too good. No excitement, just ordinary. I wondered if something was wrong with me for craving some sort of drama to put a spark in my life. I looked up at the bartender who was busy with a task.

“Is something wrong with me?” I asked him quietly as if he had been participating in the conversation in my head. Not surprisingly, he remained silent and continued to polish the bar glasses laid out in front of him. Why I bothered trying to engage this man in conversation was beyond me.

I swiveled slowly on the barstool, drink still in hand, and scanned the dead atmosphere of this rundown bar on a Wednesday night. There were about 15 people in the place, including myself. Most were women trying to use their assets to charm drinks out of the very few males in the room.

I started coming to this bar because I saw potential in it. The first few nights there were bar fights, loudmouth individuals swearing like sailors, laughing, drinking and telling wild stories. It seemed to offer the excitement I was craving. But after a week of coming here, it had slipped back into mundanity. Today was actually a usual day. Maybe it was just time to call it quits on this place and accept my fate, to fade away into a mundane lifestyle.

“On that note.” I muttered as I swiveled my chair back towards the bar to face my mute bartender.

“Think it’s time to end this little date of ours,” I said to him with a wink and charming smile resting my head on my open palm. Whether he was amused or not, my dear bartender went to close my tab. I whipped out my compact mirror as he handled my bill and assessed my face, to see if I looked as drunk as I felt. Yikes. I slowly patted my reddened face. I would definitely be taking a cab home tonight.

As I obsessed over my drunken glow, a sudden shift of mood spread throughout the room. Behind me were frenzied whispers and the constant shifting of heels on the wooden floor. What idiotic reason could possibly be the cause for such excitement?  Just as quickly as I wondered, I decided I didn’t care.

My hands gripped the edge of the bar to shift my barstool back as I instructed my feet to safely guide the rest of me to the floor. After successfully getting off the stool, I turned towards the door to make my departure but found myself stuck in my tracks. It was just then that I discovered the reason for the excitement.

He stood at the doorway. His stern but chiseled face slowly moved as hazel eyes scanned the room and all the individuals in it. All six feet of him were dressed to perfection. His dark brown hair was stylishly slicked back, and he was wearing an exceptionally well-cut black suit that revealed a toned physique. His tie was high quality, definitely not the type normally seen in this bar. The golden watch on his wrist by itself could have bought the whole bar and everyone in it. His dress shoes had an expensive shine to them. His presence had taken me so aback that I hadn’t realized that I’d planted myself back into the chair I worked so hard to get out of. Yes, he was alarmingly attractive but that was not the main thing on my mind.

Mainly I was thinking: what the hell was a guy like him doing walking into a place like this? Coming to visit the common folk? Did his fancy Porsche break down?  Whatever the story was, he’d be lucky to even walk out of this place with those fancy shoes of his.

“What’s the big deal?” I said under my breath as I prepared to leave again. Whether I had muttered the comment louder than I realized or the rich newcomer had super hearing, his head suddenly turned to my direction. I felt the heat in my cheeks rise as embarrassment replaced the drunken buzz in my system. My eyes widened and looked up slowly to meet his, staring back at me from across the room.

He began walking towards me, slow and deliberate with no hesitation in his step. All eyes were watching as he approached me, the woman who had just made a snarky comment. With each of his steps, my mouth grew drier, and I could feel my heart pounding, thumping.

I don’t know why I was so nervous just then. In fact I really shouldn’t have been. What was he going to do exactly? Throw his money at me? I wasn’t scared I decided. I sat up straight, crossed my arms and threw my right leg over the left and put on a stone cold face.

I prepared for some imaginary battle that was going to ensue but I was left hanging. Tall, dark and mysterious walked right passed me to face the bartender.

“Huh?” I said in disbelief, or maybe that was disappointment.

“Hm?” his deep voice echoed in response as he turned to look at me. “Problem?” he questioned me with a raised eyebrow.

“No! Not at all,” I responded. I really needed to stop this thrill seeking. I relaxed my face and my eyelids lowered just slightly as I turned to face him properly.

“Did your Porsche break down?” I asked slyly. His eyes widened then and his defined jaw slacked a bit.

“How did you know I drove a Porsche?” he said with surprise.

“Oh, you really do?” I said as my eyes grew wide in surprise of my accurate guess.  It was then that his eyes showed slight annoyance and the stern look on his face returned.

“No. I actually do not. However, I will give you points for that smartass comment, which I can guess was based upon my appearance.”

I was stunned; I could feel my eyes in the process of popping out of my head at that moment. To add onto the many surprises of the night, he broke that hard exterior masking his face and began laughing.

Then I realized he had been messing with me. But I didn’t mind, because I already knew I loved his laugh. It was one of those hearty, genuine laughs, the kind that made you start laughing. So I couldn’t help it, I laughed with him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so, judgmental?” I said as I calmed down from the laughing fit we shared.

“Apology accepted,” he said, still chuckling as he wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eyes. “I don’t remember the last time someone spoke to me like that.”

“How do people speak to you?” I genuinely inquired. He paused and I watched his eyes rise to the ceiling in brief thought.

“They speak to me as if… as if they offended me then I would take away their homes, children and pet animals.”

“Like an evil overlord or something?” I said in the midst of my laugh. That was an odd way to describe it.

“Exactly!” he confirmed as he turned to me with a smile.

“You don’t strike me as an evil overlord,” I said with a small chuckle, averting my eyes in realization that his hazel ones were scanning me.

“Well then again, you do not know me very well now do you?” he replied with a mischievous smirk.

***

Somewhere between the time he stepped into the bar and this point, I had completely lost track of time. When I did find the time again I decided it would be best if I called a cab. After making the call, began to collect my purse.

I looked at him and said, “If you don’t mind me asking, why did you walk in here anyway?”

His eyes watched as I rested the strap on my shoulder.

“My Porsche broke down,” he said to me matter of fact.

“You’re not serious,” I said, crossing my arms, the smile from my lips fading. “That joke sailed a long time ago.”

“You were actually right, my car broke down and unfortunately I left my cell phone in my apartment.”

“Wow.” I said stifling a laugh. To think my guess had been correct. “I would offer you a lift…” I started. He interrupted me with that smooth deep voice of his that made me regret not having a car to take him home in.

“No, no, it is alright, I will make a call from here for someone to fetch me, get home safe.”

“It was nice talking to you.” I said genuinely. It really was, he had completely turned my night around. We stared at each other in silence for a moment. If this were the movies would we share a good night kiss? Well this wasn’t the movies. A honk echoed passed the bar walls signaling her cab was here.

“Have a safe night, maybe we’ll run into each other again,” I said with a small smile as I turned my back to him and headed to the exit.

“Yes…I’m sure we will Mia.”

The cold, fresh night air hit me like a slap in the face, instantly sobering me. Bad idea not bringing a jacket I thought, as I climbed into the cab, warming my bare arms with my hands.

A thought slowly crept up on me as the cab whizzed away from the bar’s entrance; I never got the name of Mr. Tall, dark and well-mannered. And then a bigger realization came upon me as I sat in that cold cab staring out into the bright lights of the city. I’d never met him prior to this night and I never introduced myself to him, but as I was exiting he said my name.

He knew my name. He knew who I was.

*****

I lay in bed the next morning deep in thought. The events of the prior night were immediately on my mind as my body was aroused awake by the morning sun. I had met Mr. Tall, Dark and Well-mannered at a bar that I had made my second home for the past week. I berated myself for not asking his name. Not so much because I intended to make him mine, more so because he strangely knew who I was despite never having met prior to last night. That fact alone scared me, and yet thrilled me at the same time.

I sat up in my bed and stretched by body high to the ceiling waking my body up. I wondered if I would meet this handsome stranger again. Something told me I would; after all, he knew who I was. I even thought about evening out the playing field and finding out who he was, but of course that’s always easier said than done. 

Just then my phone rang, startling me out of thoughts. Rolling over to the opposite side of my bed, I picked my phone up from the night stand and read the name on the caller I.D.

“Susan Rose.” I sucked my teeth and my eyelids lowered in annoyance. Susan Rose is a woman I met through various business connections. She came from a wealthy family, you know, old money. She was a busty, sweet-faced, brunette who gave you her friendship if you wanted it or not. Why she was calling this early was beyond me.

“Hi Susan.” I said in my best ‘nice girl’ voice.

“Mia! Have brunch with me today,” she said, chipper as always. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her mad or upset. Passive-aggressive sure, but other than that she was always peppy. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had been a cheerleader or something in high school, as stereotypical as that sounded.

“Well, I really have things to do today...” I was attempting to get out of doing this brunch; frankly I wasn’t in the mood. I’d be lucky if I did get out of it because Susan was one of those people who couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

“It’ll be fun I promise, besides, I haven’t seen you in a week! I’ll come by in an hour. Ciao!” Then a click, followed by the silence of utter defeat. I grudgingly removed myself from the comfort of my bed to get ready for this brunch I was not mentally prepared for.

After the long process of brushing my teeth, fixing my hair, and putting on an outfit that would not warrant Susan’s passive aggressive insults on my fashion choices, I was ready to go.

Just then, my cell phone began to ring. I took my time picking up the call as I gathered my things into my purse.

“Hello?” I answered as I headed out of the door.

“Mia, I’m outside waiting.”

“On my way,” I said calmly. I locked the front door to my apartment and headed outside to the main entrance. I contemplated telling Susan about my encounter with the handsome man. I wasn’t the one to kiss and tell but it felt weird keeping something like that to myself. As much as I acted like I didn’t want my friendship with Susan, she was the only one I could really go to for girl talk and things like that. Besides it was always entertaining hearing the juicy gossip about her rich friends.

Stepping outside, I basked in the warmth of the sun for a moment. I noticed in the corner of my eye a perfectly manicured hand waving at me. I turned to find Susan hanging out of the window of a black Escalade waving me over with a smile on her face ear to ear. Yes I see you Susan. 

I walked over to the SUV and dodged the car door that Susan swung open to let me inside. I sighed and shook my head as I climbed into back seat of the large vehicle.