Rick's POV
As I looked around the dark bar, I noticed a thin blonde woman with good sized breasts and a small waist. I had caught her eye earlier in the night, and I could tell that one word from me, and she'd be in my car going home with me when I was ready to leave. I could tell her tits were fake, and I preferred them real, but the older I got, the less picky I was. In the end, all I needed was someone down to fuck, and as long as she had all the necessary parts, she'd do.
I looked over at Tommy, my best friend, and smiled. Not really a happy smile, but a smile none the less. Tommy seemed nervous. Whenever we went out, he always seemed on edge. The nights we hit the bar, I'd head home with a female, and he'd head home alone. It seems like he wants someone, but I'm never sure why he can't just relax and pick someone up.
"Did you see the blonde over by the pool table? She's been looking at our table since we got drinks," Tommy said.
"Yeah, I saw her. And the bar's clearing out pretty good. So I guess it's time for pickin'," I said as I took the last swig from my bottle and stood up. I picked my leather jacket off the back of the chair and threw it over my shoulders and slid my arms threw.
I looked to Tommy, "I'll see you soon?"
"Yeah, I have a couple days off next week, so we can catch up then if you're available," he told me.
"Sounds like a plan," I said as I reached out my arm. Tommy slapped his hand to mine and I gave him a pat on the back as I turned to walk toward the blonde at the corner of the bar.
Right as I left the table, I saw her turn and look at me. She smiled and set her pool stick on the table, And the guy she was playing with picked it up and went to put it away along with his own next to the others against the back wall. She took a few steps away from the table and met me just before it.
I looked down at her and lifted my head.
"Hey, sweetie," she said in a voice that was low, but still feminine.
"You ready?" I asked her. I was in no mood to play a cat and mouse. She was either coming home with me, or staying here.
"Where we goin'?" She purred as if she didn't know why I'd come up to her.
"My place, and I'm leaving now. Are you coming?" I was already a little annoyed. Maybe she hadn't been such a good idea. But then I'd rather take a ditsy, easy girl than some wobbling drunk girl.
"Let me grab my jacket, babe, and we'll be on our way," She walked past me to a chair with a short denim jacket on the back, and stopped to throw it on. She came back to me and slid her arm in mine, and I led her out the door.
I led her through the parking lot to my deep blue sports car. It wasn't my favorite car of the ones I had, but I don't really like having random girls in the car that is my favorite.
She whistled as we neared it, and said, "Ooo baby, I knew there was a reason you chose me."
If only she knew the reason was because I was lazy, and knew I wouldn't have to try very hard with her.
I opened the door for her and once she was in, I went around to the other side and started it up. I pulled out, and as I made the drive home, I thought about things I don't normally think about.
I thought about how she was blonde, and while I don't mind blondes, I much preferred a deeper color. And while her large, very fake tits were ok, I liked softer real ones, that fit better in my hand. And as I neared my home, I looked over at her, and she looked back at me. Some how, in this different atmosphere, it was very clear to me, the contrast on the nice leather and shiny metal in the car, to her bushy blonde hair and makeup covered face.
I focused back on the rode as we came to my drive. I pulled up and ignored her gasp and sigh as she took in my house.
I would feel flattered, but had heard it so many times that it too, was annoying. I didn't bother pulling the car all the way in. I left it in the drive and met her at the front and walked her to the door. I knew right away that I needed this, but I needed to get it over with just as much.
I let the door swing open, then looked at her. The house was pitch black from where we were looking in. And instead of reaching in and flipping the lights, I reached over to her, and pushed her in before me, kicking the door closed behind me.
I kept walking until I knew her back had hit the wall of the foyer just next to the table. She gasped until my mouth met hers, and she kissed me back just as hard, her hands roaming my body.
I took hold of her hands and pulled them away from me, holding them above her head with one of mine, and the other zipped the long closer open on the side of her tight blue dress. It fell down her body and I ripped her bra down so her tits were loose of it, but left it around her, not caring about it further.
My hand went straight down to her minimal panties, and slid right in, feeling lower, right for what I wanted. It felt hot, and was already very wet. She moaned loudly, and I pulled the lace of her panties off her hips and let them slide down to where her dress had fallen and was dimly aware of her kicking out of them as I squeezed each boob, and sucked her tongue.
She was writhing in front of me, and I had no patience to drag this out any further. I lifted my grip on her hands above her head, and moved both hands to my waist where I loosened my jeans and pulled out my dick.
I grabbed her waist and lifted her against the wall, and her arms fell around my shoulders to hoist herself up, Her legs gripped my hips, giving me slack to reach down to grab myself.
I felt with my other hand for her slit, and stuck my thumb in just to toy with her. She moaned low, and arched her back. I leaned forward and caught her open mouth. While sliding my dick with one hand, fingering her with my thumb using the other, I slid my tongue in her mouth and sucked on every pant and noise she made.
Before I would ruin us both, I removed my thumb and held up her bottom as I guided my dick with my other hand into her slowly at first, then slamming all the way to the hilt.
She cried out, and clenched with her body in pleasure. The movement made me groan, and almost pull out. Instead, I slid out almost to the end, then slammed into her again. I squeezed both hands to her hips as I tried to find good grounding, then used my hold on her to anchor myself in her. She squeezed on my back as I switched to an incredibly fast pace, slamming into her over and over until I could feel drops of sweat rolling down my chest. Her breathing was so raggid, and she was grunting with every slam into her, higher and higher pitch, the longer I went. Suddenly, I felt her tighten around me, and let out a long, 'Oooohh!'
I slowed and came to a stop as she became limp around me, trying to slow her breathing.
"You're still hard," she said.
I pulled away nodding and set her to the ground, then began pulling up my jeans and putting away everything I had. She tried stopping me, and said, "Honey, I can make that all better, let me lay you down," rubbing my chest and trying to get at my dick.
I brushed off her hands, tired and annoyed, and said, "No thank you," picking up her dress and panties, handing her the panties, and helping her slide into her dress.
I guess it was a good thing she still had her heels on, because I then led her out the door, and she made her way back to my car. I started it up, and she told me the way to her home. As I headed out, I decided it was probably a good thing I hadn't cum in her. I mean, I don't know what I was thinking, not using protection or anything. Last thing I needed was a kid with some girl i didn't even like.
My cock ached as the boner died down, and I drove her home. I don't know what's wrong with me lately. And this is the first time I've had this much of a problem.
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