“You shine like a star. You know who you are,” Steven began to sing The Revivalists ‘Wish I Knew You.’ Something Jamie was surprised to hear the man singing, given what Jamie presumed to be in his forties. Equally surprised to see Missy rising from her seat, ambling along the floor as the man’s voice filled the bar. “You’re everything beautiful. She’s hot, hot like the sun.” Jamie cast Krissy a glance as Missy began to sway her hips seductively as she approached the man.
“I think she’s in love,” Krissy teased as she whispered to Jamie.
Missy showed off her body to the man as he sang his heart out. Mouthing the words ‘Eat me’ as she flashed the man the front of her black thong as she lifted up the front of her skirt only for the man’s eyes. Running her hands along the curvature of her breasts, showing off what she could give the man for a night of bliss. Beating off a few men who thought she was luring them to the dancefloor when in truth, she only had eyes for one man. She was determined to know what the man could do to her body. While she did love sex, that didn’t mean she was a slut. She just hoped she had found her ‘White Whale’ like Krissy had found hers in Jamie. She did miss how Jamie’s tongue felt on her pussy over the past few months. Yet she wasn’t going to ruin her friend’s relationship just because she’s failed to find a pussy eater like Jamie was. The moment the man stepped off the stage, Steven made a beeline to Missy.
“Miss, you’re young, very attractive; you shouldn’t be showing off like that to some random man you’ve never met. You could get seriously hurt.” All that did was make Missy’s pussy lurch at his kind, protective voice.
“I wasn’t showing off just to some random man,” Missy said heatedly, stepping up to him. She saw how his eyes darted down when she pressed her breasts into his chest. Tilting his chin back up, “I was showing you what you’re going to have,” she purred seductively.
“Me? But I’m old enough…” His words were cut off when Missy just kissed him so passionately she didn’t even know she had it in her. Her cheeks burned at the shouts it got out of Krissy and Dafne.
“You do have a room, don’t you?” Missy asked, feeling the man’s bulge pressing against her. She couldn’t wait to feel his strong arms wrapped around her as he took her, hopefully, all night long. She did hope he loved eating pussy, too, just like she loved sucking on a cock.
“I do… but do you just want to run off on your friends,” Steven stated, nodding over to their table. He was trying to be the voice of reason, yet she was making it very hard to do. Biting the inside of his right cheek to keep himself under control when Missy just blatantly rubbed his member on the dancefloor. He was not used to women being so forward. He would just have to learn to adapt, given he was now separated from his wife. There was no way they would be getting back together. The separation was just a technicality the courts put in place. He personally just wanted to get rid of a woman that was slutting it around his hometown when he was on the road. He had no idea how long she’s been doing it behind his back, and personally, he didn’t care. She was just stupid or arrogant to think she wouldn’t get caught. It was only a matter of time before she did. He didn’t know where she was and cared not to know; he just knew she had to flee the town and just disappeared one night to parts unknown.
“True, I shouldn’t, but answer me this, you do eat pussy, yes?” Missy asked for all to hear. She didn’t care what anyone thought. There was just something about him that made her forget all about the other men in the bar.
“Honey, by the time I’m done, you’ll flood the room,” Steven said confidently, arching an eyebrow at how Missy’s body writhed as she moaned. “What’s your name anyway?”
“Missy Longbottom.”
“Well, Missy, let me fetch my drink, and I’ll join you; how’s that sound?” Steven asked, palming her ass.
“You better not keep me waiting,” Missy said, winking at him before returning to the table.
“Fuck, I’m not that fucking stupid,” Steven muttered in his mind. He paid the other single men at the bar little heed when they just smirked at him as he got a fresh beer. Seeing Missy getting up from her seat, who he could tell had been having a very jovial conversation between the four of them as he neared. He asked the three at the table beside Missy’s if he could use the free chair. Smiling at Missy as she scooted her chair closer to his as he lowered himself into his own.
“Steven,” laying her hand on his right pectoral muscle as she draped herself against him, how she could feel her nipples harden as she felt up his hard body, “I’d like you to meet my friends, Dafne, Krissy, and her husband Jamie,” Missy said, introducing them.
“Oh? Congratulations,” Steven said, raising his beer to them even though he thought they were a little young. “Interesting scar you got there,” his index finger pointed at Jamie’s face, “how did you get it?”
“This sweet man here,” her voice was full of love as she snuggled up to Jamie, “took on a mountain lion all by himself just to protect me and my baby sister,” Krissy praised.
“No shit?! Damn,” Steven muttered as Jamie shrugged his shoulders. He knew a lot of the ‘macho’ types that wouldn’t even do that; instead, they would just high tail it.
“So Steven, what do you do?” Dafne asked, trying to get the low down on the man Missy was all over. She had no qualms about Missy leaving with him to fuck his brains out; she was looking for that very thing since she didn’t want to go to college a virgin. Yet she wasn’t about to let the man leave with her without checking out the man first.
“I install high-end lighting for companies and events around the country,” Steven said truthfully.
“Are you local?” Krissy asked, her hand running up and down Jamie’s thigh beneath the table.
“No, I live in Washington; I just travel a lot,” Steven answered, looking over as Missy had lowered the zipper of his pants; his back straightened up as she slipped her hand into his pants.
“I want this in me,” Missy whispered heatedly into Steven’s ear, feeling his cock responding to her lustful words. “I want to feel your tongue on my hot pussy,” she purred before her lips tugged on his right earlobe. A devious, sinful grin formed on her lips when she felt his surging cock in her hand in response to her words.
“So, are you married?” Jamie asked, pointing to the white band on the man’s left ring finger.
“No, not anymore; I’m separated from my wife; hopefully, it won’t be too long now,” Steven sighed in hope.
“What happened?” Krissy inquired, sipping on her drink as she leaned against Jamie.
“She cheated when I was out of town; word got back to me, so now I’m paying my lawyer lots of money just to be rid of a wife that couldn’t stick to her vows,” Steven said bitterly.
