Just For The Night

Dale sat, perched on the barstool, feeling far heavier than he should from the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. He let out a long sigh and reached for the drink in front of him. He couldn't even remember what he'd ordered. It was amber, and it was strong. He repressed a shudder as it slid down his throat and felt a touch of fire in his chest.

It hadn't been a good day. His boss had been riding him about overdue accounts and missed deadlines, and his buddies had all left on a fishing trip without him. It wasn't that he liked fishing -- actually, he hated it -- but the thought of being left out had upset him more than he cared to admit. To top it all off, he'd had a string of angry texts from Mae. She'd found the porn mags he'd stashed under the mattress, and she wasn't happy. It wasn't enough that she'd restricted access to adult websites, but now she had found and probably burned his magazines. God, he just wanted to jerk off every now and then. Was that such a crime?

Their marriage had been strained for a while. In fact, it had pretty much been strained from the very beginning. They'd married young, too young in fact, and it turned out that they had far too many differences to really be happy together. Dale was, admittedly, a bit of a pervert. He'd found that there wasn't a huge amount that didn't turn him on, not once he was in the mood. Conversely, Mae was very much a missionary-with-the-lights-off kinda girl. That was fine, but sometimes, it felt a little... vanilla.

That was why Dale had started satisfying his urges with porn. It was a habit left over from his teenage years, for sure, and while he didn't exactly want to keep jerking off all the time, Mae was so rarely in the mood anymore. She never made the effort; she'd stopped putting on sexy lingerie and getting dolled up, and she never made the first move. It seemed like sex had become a chore for her, and he didn't want to pile on. After all, he loved her. He just wasn't getting the attention he needed.

Dale sighed again, looking into his glass, wondering where the drink had gone. He tipped the last of it down his throat, noting how much easier it slid down than the first sip had. Around him, the bar had filled up, with tables of smiling, laughing people having a good time. It made him burn with envy, somewhere deep in his gut.

He'd just motioned to the bartender for another glass of whatever it was he'd just finished when she sat down a few seats away from him.

She was tall, and impossibly elegant, with delicate features and smooth, pale skin the colour of ivory. Her eyes were a startling shade of blue, and her lipstick was a contrasting stark red. Her blonde hair fell gracefully around her shoulders, and her sharp jawline and nose were offset by a soft sadness in her eyes. She caught him looking, offered a small smile, and turned slightly toward him. As she did, she flashed a hint of smooth thigh as her long black dress accommodated her turn.

"Drinking alone?" she asked. Her voice was velvet, soft and smooth and rich, cutting through the background buzz. Her face was playful, but her eyes were sympathetic.

Dale nodded. She lifted herself elegantly from her stool and took her place beside him. "Not anymore," she purred.

Perfectly on cue, the bartender appeared with Dale's drink. The woman motioned for another for herself, then turned her attention back to him. "I'm Bree," she said.

"Dale," he replied, taking a sip of his drink. He thought of offering her a hand to shake, but that didn't seem the thing to do with a glamorous blonde in a bar. Instead, he fixed her with a long look, soaking in her beauty.

She looked like an Old Hollywood movie star, lithe and catlike in her beautiful dress. She might have been at home on a stage, crooning out a love song to the patrons of a smoky jazz club. Dale's eyes fixed on her neck, long and soft, ending in a delicate pale collarbone that stirred something inside him.

As he picked up his drink for another sip, his wedding ring clanked against the glass. Bree looked at it, and her expression shifted into something unreadable. It might have been disappointment, or sadness. Or maybe even excitement.

Her drink arrived, and she lifted it in a mock toast. Then she put it to her lips -- her soft, plump, red lips -- and took a long, deep drink. As she did, her blue eyes watched him, and he couldn't help but watch the muscles of her throat working to take it down.

She put it down on the bar, then reached across to stroke his arm. "So, Dale," she said. "Do you have anywhere to be tonight? Anyone missing you?"

"Missing me?" he repeated. A dry chuckle escaped his lips. "No."

Bree smiled a wan smile. "That's a shame," she said. "But maybe it's my gain."

The hour that followed was a blur of rapidly disappearing sobriety and shameless flirting. Bree seemed to know just how to dance around the personal questions and cut right to the point, and Dale got the feeling it wasn't her first time. Just then, he didn't care. She was gorgeous, and she was interested. He hadn't felt wanted in such a long time.

Before he could even think, she had taken him by the hand and led him to the elevator. Once inside, he froze, hesitated. He knew this was a line that, once crossed, he couldn't uncross. His doubt was swiftly dispelled by Bree stepping in close, her sweet perfume intoxicating him even more than the alcohol. She scanned his face with those sad blue eyes, then pressed her lips to his, gripping him close as he did. She was slightly taller than him in her heels, and it made him feel oddly safe as she held him close. She kissed him deeply, their tongues dancing around each other in a facsimile of their own awkward, intimate embrace.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Bree led him by the hand along the hotel hallway, almost rushing to reach her room. Dale let her take him, watching her round ass as she walked ahead on her long, slender legs. God, he wanted to explore that body, to tear her dress off and kiss her all over, to breathe in the scent of her skin.

She stopped at a door and swiped her keycard, then led him in. It was a pretty standard room, little more than a plush bed and adjoining bathroom. Bree closed the door behind him, leaning close to him as she did. She kissed him gently on the cheek, then led him to the bed. He let her, and took a seat beside her. He couldn't stop staring at her, she was just so perfectly beautiful. So carefully put-together and elegant in her movements, unlike any woman he'd ever seen before. In real life, anyway.

"Um..." Bree shifted awkwardly. "I have to tell you something."

Dale looked at her dumbly, the alcohol making it hard to him to know what to say. "Oh?"

"So... I'm not quite like other girls." Bree's confidence had all but vanished. She stared down at her perfect legs, looking almost ashamed. "I'm not... I mean, I don't... Um, I have a..." She motioned to her lap.

Dale, brain slowed from the alcohol, took a moment. Then, it clicked.

He couldn't help but feel that she should have noticed. But, now, looking at her, there was nothing to give it away. She was tall, sure, but she was gorgeously feminine. Her voice was a little deep, but he had considered it far more seductive than masculine. And yes, her chest wasn't exactly huge, but that didn't really mean anything. Small tits were still tits, after all.

Dale realized he was staring at her vacantly. Bree was looking back at him, expectant, and maybe even a little fearful. He hated the thought that this beautiful woman would be afraid, even for a moment. He lifted her hand, and kissed it gently. She let him. Then he leaned closer, pulling her in for another gentle kiss. A few seconds later, her tongue found his, and they were pulling at each other's clothes, stripping in a furious, lust-filled frenzy. Dale looked down, and saw that Bree's thong housed a considerable package. How had he missed that in the tight-fitting dress? She saw him looking and blushed. He kissed her again, feeling the warmth of her cheeks on his own.

She pulled his pants off, and noted his cock, rock hard inside his boxer shorts. She playfully ran a finger along the outline, teasing him with a wry smile. She giggled, then sat up straight. He soaked in the sight of her, the lacy black bra containing her budding tits, the thong holding back her growing arousal.

Bree caught him looking, and smiled playfully. "Do you want to see it?" she asked, leaning back a little.

Dale nodded, his eyes fixed on her crotch.

Slowly, seductively, she peeled her panties off, revealing her growing erection. Her cock was entirely smooth, completely hairless, and her balls looked full and round. The veins on her shaft and the meaty thickness of her cock surprised Dale, who suddenly felt just a little inferior. As if reading his mind, Bree spoke. "I know it's a little intimidating, but I won't make you do anything you aren't comfortable with."

Dale nodded again. He trusted her. He casually pulled off his boxers, standing naked in front of this woman that he barely knew. His cock was throbbing, and it looked like hers might be, too. He wasn't sure what to do next, but he couldn't stop staring at her, wondering at how a woman so beautiful could have such an impressive dick hiding in her dress.

"Do you want to suck it?" she asked. When Dale didn't immediately respond, she hastily added, "Some guys want to, is all. It's up to you."

Dale nodded, but made no move. Bree smiled wickedly. "Get on your knees then, Dale."

He obeyed, wondering if it was the alcohol in his system making him more pliable or if he was just so turned on that he'd do anything Bree said. As his knees hit the hotel room floor, he came face to face with her big, erect cock. He gulped involuntarily, daunted but more aroused than he would ever have believed. "Start by licking it, just around the head," Bree told him, gently guiding his head closer.

He reached out with his tongue, touching it to her cock. It was fleshy and warm, but it tasted a little sweeter than he would have imagined. After exploring it with his tongue, he took the tip into his mouth. Bree moaned, relaxing back onto the bed as he started to suck the head of her cock.

As he worked his mouth around it, it grew slick with saliva and precum, and he could taste her more strongly. He realized he was enjoying himself, and his own rock hard cock was practically screaming for his attention. He moved one hand down and starting gently playing himself, keeping the majority of his focus on Bree's big cock as it filled his mouth.

Before long, Dale started to feel braver, and he let his tongue explore her a little more. She gasped in pleasure as he tickled it over her balls, giggling as he took them in his mouth and playfully sucked them. Then, without thinking, his tongue worked down lower, probing at her asshole as she lay on the edge of the bed. He had to get down on all fours to make himself low enough, but the taste of her ass was worth it.

She lifted her legs, spreading herself wider for him. He rested his nose on her balls, and lapped gratefully at her waiting ass, tasting her musky scent and probing deeper and deeper with his tongue.

Between her moans of pleasure and the sounds of his tongue working at her asshole, Dale heard Bree giggle. "Someone's a hungry boy."

He stopped, coming up for air. He looked up at her, his eyes dancing across her cock as he did. "Starving."

Bree smiled wickedly, then flipped over onto all fours. Dale took the hint, getting to his feet and positioning himself behind her. She spread her ass wide, and he gently slipped his tip into her waiting hole. She gasped, then moaned as he gradually slid the length of his cock into her tight ass. He felt his balls brush against her as he hilted himself deep. She groaned in pleasure beneath him. "Fuck me, Dale," she said.

Dale starting working his hips back and forward, in and out of her greedy hole. She shrieked and moaned, begging him for more, still spreading her cheeks wide and looking back at him over her shoulder. Her pale cheeks were flushed bright red, and she started working her ass back onto his cock, taking it harder and harder as she got more worked up.

Dale could feel himself building toward his climax, and Bree must have felt it too. "Let's cum together, Dale," she said, reaching down to grip her own cock as it dangled beneath her.

"Let me do it," Dale said, pulling out of her. The sudden emptiness made Bree gasp, but she let him flip her over onto her back. He positioned himself at her entrance, and easily slid his cock back into her gaping ass. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he did, and he grabbed her cock. As he started stroking it in time with his own rhythm, she began moaning and panting again.

"Fuck," she said, "I'm gonna cum." Dale picked up the pace, both on her cock and in her ass. He was getting close, too. "Make me cum, Dale. Make my cock explode." With his other hand, he grabbed her balls, giving them a tight squeeze. This was too much for Bree, and cum rocketed from the tip of her cock, spraying her chest and face with her own seed. Her whole body spasmed, her asshole gripping his cock tightly, milking his own climax deep inside of her. He came long and hard, pushing it deep into Bree's ass with each pump, filling her completely. She lay beneath him, panting. Light headed, he pulled out of her, and watched as her gaping hole expelled just a little of his load.

"Wow," he said, looking down at her. He watched for a moment as her cock softened, the cum it had deposited all over her remaining as a testament to her own powerful orgasm. She giggled again, then sat up.

"Do you want to stay?" she asked him.

"No, I'd better head home," he said, waggling his ring finger at her. He had already forgotten all about his awful day.