One Drink.

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One Drink. (Closed for SexySpanker)

One drink. She’d have one drink and then leave.

That was the mantra Jen repeated over and over when her legs wouldn’t move. Or when her fingers trembled wildly.

The long sleeved black dress fit her curves beautifully, the off the shoulder halter neck displaying her delicate neck and shoulders. She felt the warm wetness between her legs as she walked towards the pub, her steps becoming slower until she reached the stone steps in front of it.

One drink. She checked her watch; right on time.

Jen was momentarily frozen, her hand clutching the wrought iron railing. The voices behind her startled her and carried her up the steps to the front door. Once inside, she knew there was no turning back.

She pulled the heavy wooden door open and tottered to the bar in shiny black stilettos. The bartender set down her cabernet. Jen nervously glanced around the room, took a big gulp of wine, and exhaled.


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[SexySpanker]

Jack arrived at the pub five minutes after the arranged meeting time. He took the stone steps slowly, one at a time. As the door fell back silently behind him, he paused to allow his eyes to adjust to the light. He was in no hurry. He’d been looking forward to their encounter all week, but there was no reason to spoil things now through undue haste.

He scanned the tables looking for her. She’d told him she’d be wearing a black dress and drinking red wine. His eyes fell on a slender woman sitting alone at a table by the window. Their eyes met briefly, but she made no sign of recognition. He almost waved to her but thought better of it. Besides, she didn’t resemble any of the pictures Jen had sent him over the past few weeks.

Instead, he turned towards the bar to continue his search, and in same instant knew that he had found Jen. She sat sideways on the barstool, clutching the stem of the oversized wineglass in one hand, nervously tapping her fingers with the other.

He strode up to the bar and stood opposite the direction of her gaze. She was so preoccupied that she didn’t notice him. He stood there next to her, savoring the tension in the air, the way her posture expressed the anticipation that they'd both shared during the few weeks they'd been in contact.

When the glass of bourbon on the rocks that he'd ordered clinked down on the bar, she turned, startled, and their eyes met.

 

[impatient]

As people shuffled in and out of the room, she could hear bits and pieces of conversation, the clinking of glasses, laughter….but it was almost becoming a white noise to her, as she was lost in her own thoughts-her mind racing, while she reviewed the past few weeks-like a movie, playing different parts over and over, rewinding some of her favorites. She found herself doing that a lot lately. Living two separate lives, one in reality-family, job, responsibilities, and the other- her fantasy life.

Only..This fantasy was transforming, and becoming more real than she ever imagined.

It had started out as just playing, some flirty chat online. But then she started to anticipate when they could meet, looking for him in chat- exhilarated when she saw him, and disappointed when she didn’t.

It was a natural connection, although he always seemed to make her nervous-but that told her everything. Those butterflies fluttering, her foot shaking back and forth off cam, like a wild nerve end.

Jack was intelligent, cultured, and extremely sure of himself. Did I mention beautiful? Oh dear readers, he took her breath away! Initially he had been reluctant to show himself, not because he wasn’t confident in his appearance. He was just never forthcoming with any personal information, always turning the conversation back to her. He seemed to know so much about her already, in just a few weeks time. Which was pretty amazing in itself- no one else on the website could get a peep out of her. Within a minute or two of chatting, she could basically rule them out. It didn’t matter if they were 10 years younger, looked like Mr. Universe, and had a huge cock. "Well,"giggling quietly, "that was nice sometimes," when she needed a quick release. But they would be forgotten as soon as she turned off the laptop.

Not Jack though….he ling..er..ed ..in her mind. Whenever you meet someone of the opposite sex, you instantly know who has the upper hand. Who has the power. And he definitely had it. It was unnerving..she hadn’t felt this way since high school. And now, married, kids, and 42 years old, she was suddenly back in that world. But, not. This was the beauty of both worlds. The feelings of your first big crush, but you have the mindset and maturity of a grown woman- at the peak of your sexuality, confident and bold- totally uninhibited in bed.

“Oh wait!…is he here yet?” Jen thought in a panic, coming back to the present moment- quickly scanning the room. “Not him, no, no, not him…Oh my God….is that…. Jack??” she murmured, caught in the gaze of a man at the opposite end of the bar. He smiled at her, and she knew.

She stilled her features, giving him a slight smile and trying to play it cool- digging her incisors into her bottom lip worked wonders for that. Jen was hot all over, a bead of moisture running between her breasts and between her thighs, her tiny pink thong with barely enough material to contain her raw desire.

She raised her eyebrows, her big brown eyes asking, “Do you want me.... to come to you?”

 

[SexySpanker]

He held her gaze, savoring their first moment of eye contact. Jen looked even more stunning than in the photos she’d sent him. But her sophisticated black dress and stilettos contrasted sharply with her posture at the bar, her large brown eyes, and the way she bit her lip nervously. It was as if she were at once an experienced woman in her sexual prime and a frightened younger one at the same time, as if two eras of her life were coming together at that moment. She was simply beautiful, and Jack knew right then that he had to have her.

“Come here,” he mouthed from across the bar, smiling.

Jen almost caught the heel of her stiletto in the bar stool as she stood to walk to where he sat. After tottering for a moment, trying to keep her balance and almost spilling her wine in the process, she regained her poise and walked across the room towards him. He felt his cock stir as he admired the way her body moved in the sleek black dress. She was once again a sophisticated woman who exuded sex.

When Jen arrived at the empty seat next to him, she almost couldn’t put her wineglass on the bar because of her trembling hands. Jack clasped his hand down over hers and steadied it. A jolt went through her body at his touch. He let his hand linger on hers for a moment, sensing the tension (or was it arousal?) that coursed through her.

“Hi Jen,” he said, as she looked up at him, “it’s great to finally meet you.”

 

[impatient]

Jen watched his lips when he told her to come over, and she felt her chest rise with a delicious ache, her body in a heightened state of arousal now. Moving in slow motion, she placed her hands on the bar to steady herself, but in all her nervousness, she nearly caught her foot on one of the barstool legs as she tried to extricate herself from the seat. Oh, dear! she thought. Keep it together Jen!

Her heart was thumping wildly as she made her way over to Jack, glancing at him intermittently to gauge his appraisal of her in the few seconds it took her to reach him. Her nerves were shot already, and the night had not even begun. She was just about to bolt for the door when his steady hand grasped her one of hers- their eyes locked for a moment, and she settled. He seemed to understand her mind was frazzled and that calmed her. His touch was exquisite, and she hadn’t felt this excited by another man in years.

“Hi Jack,” she said, smiling demurely, her eyes unable to hold his stare for more than a few seconds at a time. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

 

[SexySpanker]

Jack sipped on his drink and fixed Jen with his gaze, letting his eyes linger on her lithe neck and shoulders, then glancing down at her cleavage, noticing the unmistakable traces of the sweat that signaled her arousal.

“You look wonderful,” he said.

She blushed and looked away, then whispered what he took to be a faint “thank you.”

The two of them tried to make small talk. He asked her if she’d had trouble finding the pub, and if she’d run into the same traffic he had. When she replied, it was as if he didn't hear her. Then she countered, asking him something about the unseasonably warm weather, but could barely manage to get the words out. He nodded and smiled at her.

The weeks of chats, e-mails and fantasies were coming to a head now. From talking to Jen for so long online, Jack felt like he knew her. He took another drink and then scooted his stool closer to hers. He placed his right hand on the small of her back and his left hand on her thigh.

"You're not having second thoughts now, are you Jen?" he whispered, leaning in close to her.

 

[impatient]

My body momentarily froze for a few seconds, feeling his warm hands resting sinfully on my lower back and thigh. I closed my eyes, as if doing that would hold back the passion smoldering inside.

His face was so close to mine; if I leaned in any further, my lips would be grazing his cheek. The swell of sexual tension was rising. The slightest movement, trembling sigh or subtle glance could push it over the edge….

“No, Jack,” I whispered, pulling back a little to rein in my emotions.

“We are just two people here,” I said, slightly shaking my head, “Two people meeting for a drink…..nothing wrong with that, right?” I added, nervously smiling as his hands continued to rest on my body, his finger gently stroking my thigh.

 

[SexySpanker]

Jack looked into her eyes for a moment more before Jen cast her gaze downward.

"I think we're both here for more than just a drink," he said, continuing to caress her thigh, then reaching up to touch her cheek with just his fingertips, moving his other hand across her back.

He'd couldn't remember the last time he'd been this attracted to a woman. It had been years, probably. It didn't matter that Jen was older than him, that they were both married. Getting to know her over the past few weeks had made those things irrelevant. And seeing her here now, beautiful and so obviously aroused, made him almost lose control. He felt his cock flex against the zipper of his pants. He was fully erect now, in public! He hadn't had this problem since high school. He had to chuckle at his predicament.

He didn't dare kiss her though, not there, sitting at the bar. Even though they'd met at a neutral location far away from their homes, it wasn't out of the question that someone they knew would see them. Even touching Jen like he was now, his head next to hers, was outrageously risky.

 

[impatient]

"Ohhh..." I moaned softly, my mouth opening to him while his hand caressed my face- this a complete turn on in every way. Jack's body close to mine, he seemed to know exactly what buttons to push, and how hard to push them. My breathing was hot and shallow now. I glanced into his eyes, not really needing to answer his question as he could clearly see I was starting to melt.

This wasn't the time or place to let myself go, the bar getting a little busy with the night time crowd. I hadn't been paying much attention to anything since I arrived, and for all I knew, one of my husband's colleagues could be sitting right next to me.

I finished the last sip of my wine, and noticed Jack was just about done his drink as well.

"Jack- do you think we could go somewhere more private? I'm getting a little nervous about being seen here together...." I asked him, as one of his fingers was getting dangerously close to my bottom lip.

 

[SexySpanker]

Jack let his finger linger near Jen's mouth for a moment before pulling it back.

"I've got everything taken care of," he whispered, pulling a keycard from his front shirt pocket and placing it on the bar in front of them.

"Room 324. In the hotel next door. Wait until I've been gone for five minutes, then meet me there."

He hoped she wouldn't lose her nerve now. Now when he was so close to getting what he wanted. He thought back to the messages they'd exchanged over the past few weeks -- the fantasies that she'd shared with him. Fantasies of being taken. Dominated. He could almost read the lust in her eyes now, as she gazed up at him and then back down at the keycard on the bar.

"Five minutes," he mouthed, as he set a tip on the bar, turned and headed for the door. His heart pounded in anticipation. He looked back at Jen, who was still seated at the bar, her back to him. Would she back out? He had to trust that she wouldn't.

Images of Jen's beautiful face contorted in ecstasy filled his mind as he made his way back down the stone steps, past the pub and towards the adjoining inn. It was going to be the longest five minutes of his life.

 

[impatient]

With the placement of the keycard on the smooth marble top of the bar, I felt as if the gauntlet was thrown. I was thinking that we could go outside; maybe move to a more remote place, a quiet restaurant perhaps, giving me more time to carefully consider all my options. (Read: stall) Now that was all shot to hell- Fuck!

I watched his lips as he mouthed “Five minutes,” and I visibly shook with feelings of intrigue, fear and excitement – then he was gone. The one thing a man can do that will absolutely draw me closer is to leave, and my heart ached with lust and longing. And so, like a little puppy dog, I got up and followed him out the door….

As I approached Room 324, my mind replayed the pivotal moments that had led me here. My breasts tingled incessantly in desire, making it harder and harder to turn and walk away. I leaned my head against the door and rubbed my already hardened nipples, squeezing them while I started to pant. “I can’t leave….” I whispered.

I knocked lightly on the door, barely able to wait one minute before I slid the keycard in, and pushed the door open.

“Jack…?”

 

[SexySpanker]

Jack sat in the hotel room chair, the lights out, staring in the direction of the entryway. His pulse raced, but his exterior betrayed nothing of the passion boiling inside him. He knew that he had taken a risk by leaving Jen alone in the bar. She might have a pang of conscience at the last minute. She might lose her nerve and go back home.

Jack had learned to accept such risks. To revel in them. He knew that the greatest pleasures in life took patience, cultivation. He knew that even if Jen backed out tonight, she would come to him in time.

But something told him she wouldn't go home. The smell of her sweat mixed with perfume and the odor of the bar, the way her voice betrayed her arousal, lingered in his mind as he sat in the chair waiting.

He smiled to himself as the sound of the door confirmed his intuition.

"Jack?"

"I'm here," he said, "come in and turn on the light."

Jen looked absolutely gorgeous as she entered the room, her nipples visibly erect under her dress, her chest heaving in anticipation. She turned to close the door and then looked at him expectantly. Despite her obvious arousal, despite the pressure that his stiffened cock exerted on his pants, Jack wasn't going to give in to his passion just yet. This moment had to be savored.

"Hello, Jen," he said, "I'm glad you decided to join me. I thought it would be a more private place to... get to know each other."

 

[impatient]

Oh my God….

If I wasn’t already aroused, his restraint made me want to just drop to my knees in anguish. I was thinking he would just take me as soon as I walked in, and the fact that he was sitting there calmly, wanting the lights on and making casual conversation, just further exposed my raw unbridled passion.

And he knew it.

I stood there, feeling absolutely humiliated, terrified, and….. soaking wet.

“Thank you Jack, that was very thoughtful of you,” I said softly, and sidestepped my way to the bedside table. I turned on the light and let my purse fall to the floor. Moving ever so slowly, I drifted to the bottom of the kingsized bed and sat; my hands were planted on either side of me, and I struggled to return his gaze.

 

[SexySpanker]

Jack knew that he had Jen exactly where he wanted her now. She had come this far, into the hotel room, and was willing to submit. His blood pumped fiercely as he watched her, standing with her arms at her sides, vulnerable, but still incredibly attractive. But he decided to make her -- both of them -- wait for just a bit longer. The air between them felt electrically charged, like a single move would release a powerful burst of energy. He wanted to enjoy the moment for just a moment longer.

"Jen," he said, "do mind telling me why you come to meet me here tonight?"

 

[impatient]

I couldn’t speak….couldn’t breathe…..couldn’t do anything…..

My head dropped and I started to pant audibly, fiercely. I grabbed the comforter of the bed in my hands and clenched the soft material tightly in each fist. My face contorted in distress.

“Jack….please….” I pleaded, my body fidgeting with so much smoldering passion inside- and it was about to break loose. I was losing it…totally losing any resolve or restraint. I stared at the floor, burning a hole in the carpet, waiting for his response…

He said nothing.

With every ounce of courage within me, I slowly lifted my head and looked into his eyes- the eyes of a wild animal, a tumultuous storm swirling behind them, ready to be unleashed.

“I came here…” I said softly- my voice shaking, “because I wanted….”

 

[SexySpanker]

"...because you wanted what?"

Their eyes were locked. Jacks' betrayed nothing of the lust that pulsed through his veins, Jens' were filled with something between fear and animal desire. He could feel her arousal now. Practically taste it.

"Jen," he said, "I think I know why you came here."

Her gaze dropped. He reached out and grabbed her hand, for the first time since they'd been at the bar. It was all he could do not to pull her into his lap immediately.

"I think you came here to be fucked," he said. His voice was even and commanding.

"Tell me, Jen," he said, looking straight at her, though she no longer met his gaze, "is that what you want?"

 

[impatient]

And with that…..I went... Right. Over. The. Edge.

“Oh Jack,” I whined, “Yes Yes! Please…Fuck me….Fuck me so hard!” I moaned.

If he didn’t take me right there, I was literally going to scream. His hand still in mine, I pulled it up to my mouth and started sucking on his fingers in a wild frenzy…

“Jack please,” I whimpered, sucking and biting his palm, “I’m so wet for you…I’m begging you…”

 

[SexySpanker]

"Then you''l have to keep begging," said Jack, still seated in the armchair, pulling Jen closer to him with his free hand. He took his fingers from her mouth, rubbed them against her lips gently, pausing to caress her neck before moving on to her nipples. He expertly teased them through the fabric of her dress; first one, then the other. At the same time, his other hand moved up her thigh and hiked up her dress slowly, exposing the beautiful ass that her pink thong barely concealed.

"You really did come here to be fucked, didn't you?" he said, examining her ass while savoring the feel of her smooth buttock under his hand.

He pulled back his hand and gave her a sharp spank. CRACK! He let his hand linger there, rubbing her sensually while he continued to fondle her nipples.

"What kind of woman comes to meet a stranger dressed like this, Jen?"

CRACK! He spanked the other cheek.

"Tell me."

 

[impatient]

“Oh God Oh God,” I moaned, whimpering on his fingers as he rubbed them all over my lips. Could he get any more erotic?

“Please Jack…” I cried while he moved his hand down my body, playing with me like a child’s toy, my nipples hard and pushing against my blouse. He lifted my dress- exposing my bare ass and it was all I could do to keep from dropping to the floor.

CRACK!

“OW!” I shrieked, more from the surprise of the smack than the pain, although it did smart terribly.

"What kind of woman comes to meet a stranger dressed like this, Jen?"

CRACK! He spanked the other cheek.

"Tell me."

“A slut,” I whispered, barely able to get the word out.

 

[SexySpanker]

Jack smiled.

"That's right, Jen. A slut. And if you dress like a slut, I guess that means you want to be treated like a slut."

He caressed her buttocks gently, smoothing away the sting of the smacks he had just given her. He loved to keep her guessing. His other hand moved from her breasts down the length of her body to her inner thigh. Slowly, sensually, he moved up towards her pussy as he continued to knead her ass with his other hand. God, he was hard! His cock was pushing against his pants so fiercely he thought the zipper might break.

He probed her wetness with one finger, barely touching her pussy lips, teasing her, savoring her soft moans and sighs.

"It looks like this little slut is wet for me," he said, smiling.

CRACK!

He delivered another sharp spank to her exposed ass.

"Good thing I know how to handle sluts like you, Jen."

He reached down and slid her panties over her delicious ass and partway down her legs, just above her knees.

"Kneel," he commanded, still sitting in the chair.

 

[impatient]

“Jack,” I gasped, feeling his hands caress my ass- giving into the pleasure, but always on edge-waiting for the next blow to strike. I cast my gaze lower to his cock, so hard for me….it was delicious torture to be this close to each other, and not able to touch him.

Then I felt his other hand moving up my thigh to my soaking wet pussy, just grazing it….it was too much.

“Ohhh….please….” I moaned, “Yess Jack, I am so wet for you.”

I almost cried as he slid my thong down to mid thigh and left it there.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

My knees buckled and I dropped to the floor immediately. I was inches from his cock and could practically taste it. And there I was- kneeling at his feet, dress around my hips with no panties on….entirely in his thrall and ready to submit.

 

[SexySpanker]

"Good girl," said Jack, caressing Jen's face as she knelt before him. He touched her cheeks with the back of one hand, running it along her lips and neck while he gripped the hair at the back of her head snugly, but not too hard, with his other hand.

"What a beautiful little slut," he said, admiring her soft skin and big brown eyes.

Moving from her neck, down her chest, he reached under her blouse and fondled her nipples, teasing each one, pinching gently, pushing it, tweaking it until he almost couldn't control himself anymore. The entire time he looked at her beautiful ass, exposed to him. He knew it was time to move things along.

"Jen," he said, "you may unbutton my pants and take out my cock now."

 

[impatient]

“Ohhh God,” I moaned as he gently brushed his hand across my face, feeling so content that I was pleasing him. “I love when you say that to me,” I whispered on his fingers, looking into his eyes with a look of innocence and lust.

"What a beautiful little slut," he said, admiring her soft skin and big brown eyes.

“Mmmm Jack,” I purred, tenderly leaning my face into his hands.

As he fondled my breasts and my nipples, I tipped my head back and pushed my chest out- showing him my body was his- his to toy with and use as he pleases.

"Jen," he said, "you may unbutton my pants and take out my cock now."

“Oh Jack,” I hushed, my mouth starting to salivate. “I want to taste you.... so bad.”

Wasting no time, I undid the button and pulled down that zipper tag- s-l-o-w-l-y. My nails lightly grazed his thighs as I tugged his trousers down to his knees. I leaned forward and licked around the waistband of his boxers, mouthing the trail of hair below his navel.

Never losing eye contact, I snagged the waistband with my teeth, and lifted it up and over his raging hard cock, then used my hands to pull them down the rest of the way.

I let my gaze wander down his body and took it all in. His cock was fucking magnificent. Long, hard and throbbing, just waiting for me to devour it.

"May I?" I asked, looking up at him seductively.

 

[SexySpanker]

For the first time since he was a teenager, Jack felt like he might lose control and come from the slightest touch to his cock. He couldn't remember the last time a woman had turned him on so much. As he watched Jen slowly work her way down his body, he eyed her magnificent curves, still hidden under her clothes, save for her ass, which protruded invitingly as she knelt.

"May I?" she asked, staring up at him pleadingly.

How could he resist? He almost groaned in anticipation, but held himself back. He could feel her warm breath on the sensitive underside of his shaft, sense the need in her eyes, the willingness to submit to him. God how he wanted to feel her hot mouth around his cockhead, to shove it into her throat as far as she could take it, to probe the limits of her submission!

Still, he wanted to draw things out for a moment more, to test her.

SMACK! he reached behind her and landed another stinging blow across her luscious ass.

"You'll have to ask better than that, Jen. You're going to have to tell me exactly what you want to do," he said, then grinned mischievously, looking down to meet her gaze.

 

[impatient]

“Ummph!” I yelped as his swift hand came down another time. I jumped forward from the blow- my breasts having the good fortune of centering right over and around his hard cock.

My eyes fluttered, “Mmmm, Jack..” It was absolute torture to pull away, but I wanted to obey him.

Falling back on my heels, I looked into his eyes, “I…I want,” I whispered, my voice shaking, “I want to lick your cock. I want to let my tongue glide up and down your shaft, and taste every inch of you.”

His cock was jerking in subtle movements to my breath- almost grazing my mouth. As I spoke, my head tilted upward, letting the hot air caress his cock like fingers.

“I want to flick my tongue on the velvety head of your cock. I want to make you moan,” I confessed.

Lifting up on my knees, I let my lips nearly touch his crown, opening my mouth wide- poised to eat it.

I rested back and placed my hands flat on the front of his thighs, gently stroking them with my nails.

Looking up at him desperately, “I want to devour your cock, Jack.”

“Please…”