Just a little taste...
The room was smoky when she entered, but not so dense she couldn't see him sitting across the room. She could've spotted him in crowd a mile away. He sat in the corner seat at the bar wearing a crisp white button-down shirt with his tie hanging loosely around his neck and tight black pants that made the bulge in his pants visible even from where she stood. He looked good. He was tall and handsome, and sexy beyond compare. He spotted her at the door and surprise claimed his handsome features. A smile touched her lips when she saw his expression change at seeing her, but she removed it just as quick. Today she was pissed and she had to keep her emotions in check.
The black leather of her skirt left little to the imagination as it hugged her full hips and the bright white shirt seemed too small as it stretched across her breasts. As she looked around the room to the patrons, she could see all eyes were on her. Black and white always looked good against the darkness of her Latino skin. Soaking in the power she felt by the leering eyes, she smoothed out the little skirt, locked her gaze onto his, and walked steadily toward him.
She could almost feel the heat on her breasts as the men in the room stared at her exposed cleavage. Her black patent leather boots made loud, clumping noises against the wooden floor as she closed the distance between them. She noticed that the men crowded around her prey had started to move away from him. She could see their mouths dropping open and could feel their stares as she passed by each one of them. Her prey watched the men leave his side one by one, but her intense stare locked him in place. She saw one brave man moving closer to get between her and her objective. When she passed him by he reached out and touched her fishnet-covered leg, He was quickly greeted with a hard rap across his knuckles with the small black baton she carried. He scurried away rubbing his hand and the man she was focused on was left sitting alone at the bar.
"Lisa, I was--" the man started, but the black baton stopped any other words when it touched his lips.
"I thought I told you to leave town, Jimmy. I didn't let you go so you could come back in here and play games with your little friends, you know."
"No, ma'am, I just—"
She pressed the baton against his lips again then traced them slowly with the baton. "I can see I'm going to have to teach you another lesson, Jimmy. Obviously the first one didn't stick to your brain."
"No, ma'am, it's not that—"
His hair was styled in a neat, short cut afro, but it was still long enough to grab a small handful of hair. She wrapped her fingers around as much as she could in the nape of his neck and yanked his head back, silencing his protest. "Kiss me," she commanded and he obeyed.
His kiss wasn't at all tentative, but strong and enticing, she almost smiled that he remembered. She was sure to give no indication she was pleased.
"Where do your hands go, Jimmy, when you're kissing me?" she asked.
He placed his hands around her small waist then slid them down her butt giving each cheek a squeeze for his answer.
"That's right. I guess you did learn something; maybe I won't be that hard on you."
He smiled. "Thank you, Lisa."
She released his hair and leaned on the bar. "Uh-huh, you know what to do now. Get to it."
Jimmy lifted her and gently seated her on the bar stool next to his. He moved between her legs hiking her skirt to new heights. She was just the right level to feel the bulge in his pants press against the see thru lace of the panties that separated him from her heated center. She let him pull her against him even more, as he kissed her again running his fingers through her hair. The pressure from his body felt so good that she had to unzip his pants and release his iron-hard rod to feel it against her heated core unrestricted by his clothes. She ran her hands over his shoulders as he kissed her neck.
He grinded his impressive piece against her, bringing her body to new levels of excitement. Feeling him through the thin layer of her panties was almost unbearable. His hands were everywhere, burning her skin with desire.