I felt I needed a pick me up yesterday - No pun intended. Saying that always makes me feel like I'm some terrible male predator that cruises through the bars in search of any girl drunk or horny enough to be persuaded home. It's not quite like that. Certainly not like that at all if you are female, well enough dressed to suggest that you're on a business trip but with enough cleavage to keep it interesting and you take to a semi busy bar with a book. It looks like you're from out of town as you're not there with friends (therefor men think there is less chance of getting "involved"), on your own but not desperately waiting for company and confident enough to be happy on your own. Men love it. They flock.
I went to one of my favorite bars and sat demurely at a booth. The room was mostly men in work gear. The waitress brought my drink and I quietly checked my emails on my iPhone before picking up my book and starting to read. I only ever take a slim book to these sorts of things. For a start if you're reading chapters then it's simply not happening and you're better off to go home and rely on yourself for entertainment.
I kept half an eye on the rowdy-ish group of boys in the center of the bar. They were just loose enough to be on the prowl but not so drunk that they were getting all bromancy. Bromance is death to getting a shag. All they want to do is sit around and talk about how much they love each other and aren't interested in being the fellow who ditches his mates for a chick. Sport on TV is just as bad.
One of them in particular looked just what I wanted. Around 5'10'' he was slightly quieter than the others. Oh they all laughed and teased and horsed about but this one was noticeably the brunt of a couple of jokes. I don't want it to sound like he was the loser being picked on; It was more like he was the shy and quiet type that was fun to make blush. All very good natured.
You may wonder. Why is the Kept Woman trying to pick up a boy after her terrible luck with the Captain and the Idiot - or Lancelot as LBD called him in the comments (Thanks LBD, great idea!) Well I wanted a bit of no harm boy that actually worked out well. I wanted to get my eye in and my confidence back. I wanted to be in charge and in control.
The loudest one soon spotted me and, letting his friends know with a few well placed nudges and winks, came over to say hi.
His chat was mediocre. Clearly he was used to getting pussy using just his good looks. I laughed when I was supposed to but gently rebuffed him, a half smile with a hint of mock playing around my mouth. He became bolder and I turned it up to a sneer until I had to say,
"Look, you're just not my type."
"Well who is then?" He asked, sneering himself at my "poor taste."
"Him." I pointed to the shy and quiet one. The man opposite me literally goggled.
"Him? But, Jesus, look at you. You would eat him for breakfast." I smiled predatorily.
"I intend to." The man opposite me shook his head in disbelief and stumbled off when I turned back to my book and dismissed him.
Surprise conquered his pride and soon he was recounting the tale to his friends. The cute looking one was blushing to the roots of his hair and was half pushed back over to talk to me.
I looked at him coming over and laughed. I was delighted this had worked out so easily and quickly. He sat, still blushing, and I teased and winked and flicked my hair in the most terrible and obvious way. He didn't know where to put his face but I whispered a couple of suggestions that made him gasp.
In the end I was blunt and forward because I had to be. I flat out asked if we could go back to his to fuck and he stammered out that he had a girlfriend. Blast! I thought but I did my worst and said I didn't care, she wouldn't have to know, it's just a fuck etc, lazily flicking a nail up and down his thigh going slightly higher each time but not so high that I would touch anything inappropriate. Not yet anyway. I could tell by the tightening and straining of his jeans that he was certainly receptive to my point of view.
A couple more dirty suggestions and we were out of the bar, his friends cheering us on.
In the taxi I wouldn't let him touch me, nor in the lift up to his flat. I wanted to do it my way. We got back to his and went straight through to the bedroom. I told him to get undressed and get onto the bed. He did as he was told, excited by the frisson of command in my voice. He lay there and I tried not the giggle at the always slightly absurd sight of a naked man with an erection - is it me or is it just so crude? I stood at the end of the bed and undid my dress. It pooled at my feet and I stood there in a black set of La Perla underwear that accentuates my creamy skin. He reached out to touch me but I slapped him down and pushed him back again. Then came off my bra and I stood there, legs slightly spread, hands on my hips and let him admire me. He put his hands under his head to watch the show. Next I flipped off my knickers, high kicking them towards the ceiling.
I crawled towards him on the bed and licked the head of his penis slowly round. He gasped "Jeeeeesus" as I sunk down, taking as much as I could of him in my mouth: all of it. I repeated the trick that the Suit taught me and kept him on the edge of orgasm for ages. He, like I had, begged and thrashed and bucked but I held all the control I needed in the palm of my hand.
Finally I felt some pity for him and reached for a condom I had already left at the side of the bed. I sheathed him then mounted him myself. He told me he wouldn't last long and I laughed and said "we'll see."
I rode him hard but again kept him away from orgasm. I felt dominant, sexy and wildly out of control. I was selfish in my pleasure and came at least 3 times before letting the poor boy have his reward. He almost bucked me off when he came but I'm far the more experienced rider and so held him firm.
The sex had been thrilling and just what I needed to make me feel like myself again. I hopped off him and laughed as he lay in a groaning heap. I pulled on my knickers and bra and set off to find something to drink.
What chance did the poor boy have! Im sure he will be counting his lucky stars for weeks.
Posted by: ramsays pub food at home | 07/10/2009 at 04:55 AM