I no more than got the words out when two vultures swooped in sitting on either side of her offering to buy her a drink. When she looked at me there was fright in her eyes, I slightly shook my head no, she thanked both but declined, one walked away the other didn’t. She told him no a second time and he still wasn’t leaving, it was time to get in his face.
“The lady said no, either move along or I’ll have Leonard help you move, he’s that six-foot four guy standing at the door, yep, him. He likes to hurt people for fun, your choice buddy.”
He was moving away post haste as she relaxed. “I have no idea what drinks are popular anymore, it’s been such a long time. Oh, my name is Kirsten.”
I took the reins, “How about an old-fashioned Manhattan?”
She smiled, “That sounds good, not too heavy on the alcohol though, I have to drive home.”
I talked with her off and on for the next hour, since we were exceptionally slow there were times I could talk with her for ten minutes at a time. I learned that she was recently divorced, she’d been married to a wealthy man from a city thirteen hundred miles away, there were no children and the family never accepted her because in their words, she came from the wrong side of the tracks. Though she was a dentist they never felt she was good enough, when junior was caught with his noodle in not one but two of his barely legal employees she filed.
The family wanted her out of the picture entirely, no contact whatsoever, to achieve that her shark lawyer got them to agree to certain stipulations. They would pay her a handsome fee to not go after half of his net worth, it wasn’t millions, but a half mil was better than a court case. They would also agree to set up or buy a practice if she relocated at least one thousand miles away. Which is what brought her to our thriving metropolis of just under five thousand people and a new dental practice, wait, that needs to be clarified, she bought out Doc VanValen and renamed the practice.
Normally everyone in town knew everybody, or knew of them, except the yuppie transplants who viewed our quaint city as a bedroom community. They left the city because of so much bureaucratic bullshit but wanted to implement the same garbage in our town. The city fathers saw it for what it was and shut them down often enough that they quit trying to change things that had worked for a half century or more. Some couldn’t stand our simple way of life and moved back to the city, good riddance. After giving old Louie his last beer, he actually had a stool he sat at every evening, I turned my attention back to her.
With my undivided attention she began explaining why she was at the bar, “I’ve been wanting to stop in several times, but I don’t want people in town to have the wrong idea. I’m not an alcoholic and I’m not looking for a bed partner, but I’ve heard the place was nice, clean, had good food and a lady could be sure to be protected if need be.”
I smiled, “We’re that place and then some. You’re at two drinks, you probably want to quit there, but be sure and come back, it was a pleasure talking with you Kirsten, it’s all you can eat fried chicken Thursdays from four until eight.”
“That sounds great, I love fried chicken, see you Thursday evening.”
I signaled for Leonard telling him to escort her to the car and make sure she got out of the parking lot without someone hitting on her. It was the least I could do. Sara took a break from the suit and walked to me.
Sara had a smirk on her lips as she spoke, “She’s cute in a wholesome Midwest sort of way, to bad she’s not from the Midwest. Yup, it’s that obvious, that’s a city girl trying to fit into our little burb. I wish her well.”
We were at the far end of the bar opposite the suit as we faced each other, with her back to him she looked around, took my hand and put it on her pussy. “You want this tonight? I’m horny as hell.”
I softly squeezed what was in my hand as she grinned and answered her own question, “I thought you might. I’ll get rid of the polished turd, it’s so slow tonight we need to close early. Everybody must be at the fair.”
At the apartment we settled right in, we were comfortable enough with each other after all this time that we didn’t need to communicate much in the bedroom unless we were trying something new. We both knew when it was time to be slow, gentle and tender, as well as when it was time to fuck and breed like animals. Tonight would be a wild session of doggy, ankles on shoulders and her riding in a frenzied manner as she dipped a nipple into my mouth for her own selfish pleasure. We hadn’t screwed in three days, when I came it was like a gusher, exploding against her cervix and squishing out the sides of her pussy.
When Sara rides I love watching her cunt grab ahold of my dick and wrap around me like a pair of lips, her thick vulva caressing and stimulating every inch of my cock. Most times when she rides she’s so aroused her juices form a ring of white lather at the base of my cock. To put it plainly, Sara loves to fuck, the fact that we grew up in the same house never seems to enter the equation. If either of us goes with someone else, which is very seldom, we make sure condoms are used, when we’re together it’s always bareback. We were lying in each other’s arms as we caught our breath.