SV5 - One Shots

Forbidden Fruit (1)

Their eyes met across the crowded bar. Neither of them wanted to look away. Seb was sure he'd never seen her in here before, but then again it had been a while since he'd been here.

He used to be a regular before he'd got married. Now Juliet moaned if he so much as even thought about going for a beer with the lads. He nodded at the bartender, Leon, pleased to see a familiar face behind the bar. The middle aged man had been there ever since the bar had opened back in 2015.

"The usual Sebastian?" he asked, pulling Seb's attention away from the woman. Seb nodded and pushed some money across the bar.

"Keep the change," he said, picking up the pint of beer that Leon had placed in front of him. Later he'd move on to Jägerbombs, but for now beer would do.

He looked up and sought out the woman again. She had looked away now, seemingly forgetting all about him. He began discreetly checking her out. She had glossy, wavy, dark brown hair that fell halfway down her back. Blondes were normally more his type but this woman...there was something alluring about her.

She was wearing a very short, very low cut black dress. He looked at her smooth, tanned legs and imagined burying his face between them. He'd kiss all the way up her inner thigh until he reached her core....

"Hey Seb!" he heard a familiar voice say. He turned and saw his friend Marc sliding onto the stool next to him.

"Marc, happy birthday mate!"

"Cheers! Surprised the Mrs let you out."

Seb laughed but inside he was pissed off. Did everyone think that Juliet was the boss of him? She certainly thought she was. Maybe when he got home he'd have to show her who was boss in the bedroom. Maybe he'd get her to suck him off. He could shoot down her throat! She hadn't let him do that for a while. Not since he'd got a bit carried away the last time and made her gag.

His glance went back to the sexy brunette. She was laughing at something her blonde companion had said. He frowned. He recognised the blonde woman from somewhere but he wasn't sure where from. His eyes fell to the brunette's cleavage. Damn, she had the best pair of tits he'd ever seen. He wondered what her nipples were like. Were they pink? Were they brown? Did she like them being sucked? Did she like having a hard cock between her breasts?   He felt his dick beginning to swell in his boxers. 

Damn, he felt so horny.   It had been far too long since he'd had sex.   Juliet was always too tired or not in the mood. He was convinced that the muscles in his right forearm were stronger than his left after the amount of times he'd had to jerk off lately for a bit of relief.   He reached under the table and readjusted himself.  

He grinned as Davide and Lorenzo, the other two members of their group, joined him and Marc at the table.  He soon forgot about the brunette at the bar once they'd all started talking about the latest football results.  

The next few hours passed and though not exactly shitfaced, Seb found himself feeling rather drunk.   He was still in control but he felt relaxed and was enjoying his evening.  

Excusing himself, he stood up and made his way to the toilets.  He saw her again as he crossed the room.  The brunette with the amazing tits.  He imagined what they'd look like bouncing about as he fucked her from behind.  He felt his dick hardening again as he reached the toilets. 

He shut himself in a cubicle and undid his jeans.  He pulled his dick out and relieved his bladder.  He was just about to put it away again when he was struck by a sudden urge to pleasure himself.  

He wrapped his hand around his erection and began to slowly pump it up and down whilst thinking about that buxom, brunette beauty. It only took a couple of strokes to get him rock hard. He began to move his hand faster, whipping himself up into a highly charged state of arousal. The tip of his tongue escaped his mouth wetting his lips as he carried on pleasuring himself.