I was sitting at the bar, nursing my third whiskey on the rocks, when she walked in. Friderika, with her fiery red hair and curves that could make a grown man weep, was new in town. I knew because everyone in this small coastal village knew everyone else. She was a breath of fresh air, a hot breeze that cut through the stale atmosphere of the local watering hole.
“What can I get you, darlin’?” the bartender asked, leaning in a little too close. She flashed him a smile that could’ve stopped traffic, but it was clear she wasn’t interested.
“Just a glass of wine, please,” she said, her voice as smooth as velvet. “Red, if you have it.”
I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. A woman who knew what she wanted. I liked that.
“You new here?” I asked, gesturing to the stool next to me. She turned, her eyes meeting mine, and I felt a spark.
“Friderika,” she said, extending a hand. “And yes, I am.”
“Leslie,” I replied, shaking her hand. “Welcome to our little slice of heaven. Or hell, depending on who you ask.”
She laughed, a sound that made me want to hear more. We spent the night talking, her wine glass and my whiskey tumbler clinking together in cheers to new beginnings. By the time the bar closed, I knew I wanted more than just a night of conversation.
A few weeks later, we were at my place, our bodies entwined on the couch. Her fingers traced patterns on my chest as we kissed, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths with a hunger that was almost desperate.
“You taste good,” she whispered against my lips, her breath hot and sweet.
“Not as good as you,” I murmured back, my hands sliding down her back to cup her ass. She arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Her fingers moved lower, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding inside to grasp my hard cock. I groaned, my hips bucking slightly as she began to stroke me.
“Do you like that?” she asked, her voice a low purr.
“Fuck yes,” I growled, my hands moving to her shirt. I pulled it off over her head, revealing her perfect tits. I leaned down, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling until she was squirming beneath me.
She moaned, her hands in my hair, pulling me closer. “More,” she begged.
I obliged, moving my mouth to her other nipple while my hand slid up her skirt, finding her wet pussy. She was soaked, her juices coating my fingers as I rubbed her clit.
“Oh god, yes,” she gasped, her body writhing under my touch.
I moved my hand lower, sliding a finger into her tight hole. She was hot and wet, her muscles clenching around me. I added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
“You want my cock?” I asked, my voice hoarse with desire.
“Yes,” she moaned, her eyes locked onto mine. “Please, Leslie. I want you to fuck me.”
I pulled my fingers out, bringing them to my mouth. I sucked her juices off, tasting her sweetness. “You taste so fucking good,” I said, my cock throbbing in anticipation.
She reached for my cock, wrapping her hand around it and guiding it to her entrance. I pushed in slowly, feeling her stretch around me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, her pussy gripping me tight. “You feel so good.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. I began to move, my hips thrusting against hers as I fucked her hard and deep.
“Harder,” she begged, her nails digging into my back. “Fuck me harder, Leslie.”
I gave her what she wanted, my cock slamming into her with a force that had her crying out my name. I could feel her getting close, her pussy clenching around me like a vice.
“You want me to cum inside you?” I asked, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Cum in me, Leslie. Fill me up.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a final thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my hot cum. She came with me, her body shaking as her orgasm tore through her.
We laid there, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I pulled out of her, watching as my cum dripped out of her pussy.
“Fuck,” I said, my cock already hardening again. “I want to taste you.”
She smiled, her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction. “I want that too,” she said.
I moved between her legs, my tongue replacing my cock. I licked her clean, her juices and my cum mixing on my tongue. She tasted incredible, and I couldn’t get enough.
I continued to eat her out, my tongue circling her clit until she was writhing and begging for more. I brought her to the edge again, her body tensing as she came, her pussy clamping down on my tongue.
When she finally came down from her high, she pulled me up, her hands on my face.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” she said, her voice filled with desire.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I moved up her body, my cock pressing against her lips. She opened her mouth, taking me in deep. I groaned, feeling her tongue swirl around my shaft.
“You like that?” she asked, looking up at me with her big blue eyes.
“Fuck yes,” I said, my hands in her hair, guiding her head as she took me deeper.
She moved her head back and forth, her mouth sliding up and down my cock. I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening as I got closer to the edge.
“I’m gonna cum,” I warned her.
She only sucked harder, her mouth moving faster. I exploded, my cock pulsing as I filled her mouth with my cum. She swallowed it all, her eyes watering as she took every last drop.
We laid there, our bodies entwined, our breaths syncing as we came down from our highs.
“That was incredible,” she said, her voice soft.
“It was,” I agreed, my hand tracing patterns on her back. “We should do it again sometime.”
She laughed, a sound that made my heart race. “I’d like that,” she said.
And so, our story began.