Long, curly, dark brown hair. Her hair stopped just below her shoulders, shimmering in the dim light. I’m talking hair straight out of those hairgasm commercials on TV. Yes, that is what I remember most, the first time I saw her. I had been in meetings all day and was exhausted. Manual labor is tiring, but not the head pounding, wore out, limpness fatigue you get from mental strain. So I hit the first bar I saw after leaving the office. One drink, just one. You know, to relax. Nice bar, I thought. Upscale place. The kind of bar where doctors, lawyers and CEO’s frequent. I was either too early or too late. There were only 8 or 10 people, scattered all over the place. It had lots of room, so everyone had their privacy. Except she didn’t need any, she was the only single person in the bar. I saw her before the door closed behind me. Dressed in a business suit, smartly conservative. Dark skirt, earth-tone blouse not showing much, hose, about 2 inch heels. Probably about 5’7”, 140 pounds or so. Decent tits, from what I could see. Wide hips, nice legs. Pretty, not beautiful, but her makeup was expertly applied. She was making the best of everything she had. Nice. I sat at the bar and ordered a 7 and 7, with a shot on the side. I know what you’re thinking, old school. Well, fuck you. I like old school. I’m not like everyone else in this modern, convenient, cut from the same mold, world. I do everything different. I don’t think outside the box, I live there. It had brought me shit from everyone, but I don’t care. I stand out. I get noticed. Killing the shot in one gulp, I started sipping on the drink. Sip, look at her, sip, and look at her. The fatigue faded and my cock noticed. Or rather, noticed her. I caught myself staring at her twice, forced my eyes away. Fuck it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I got up and went toward her. kocaeli escort “Can I buy you a drink?” I said from 3 feet away. She turned and started taking me in from head to toe, with piercing green eyes. The color and clarity of the ocean in the Caribbean. While she gave me the “Trust him or not” evaluation, I was sizing her up more. Semi-dark complexion, maybe Italian or Greek heritage. Smooth, flawless skin tone. Lipstick somewhere between red and burgundy. Very nice. Apparently, I passed. “Sure, I’m Mia”, extending her hand. I took it, “I’m Mark”, sliding in the seat beside her. I ordered another round of drinks. We chatted, where you from, what line of work you do, etc. Interestingly, she was a psychologist. Guess I nailed the clientele, huh? She had a great voice; I could listen to her for hours. And I did. The bar closed at 11, the bartender was making last round calls. Talking to her was effortless and I wanted to see where this was going. “Would you like to grab a coffee?” I asked. “I sure would and I know just the place”. I paid the bar tab and we headed for the door. As I started to hail a cab, she interrupted, “Let’s just walk, it’s only a few blocks” I agreed and we walked the few blocks to a nice apartment building. She opened her purse and fished out some keys. “I make better coffee than anyone around here, hope you don’t mind” Mind? Hell, this was going better than I could have ever imagined. Entering her place, she dropped her purse and keys on a small table. Kicking her heels off underneath the table she said. “Have a seat, I’ll get coffee started”. I found the bathroom and returned to the living room, having a seat on the couch. She returned from the kitchen a few minutes later, carrying two cups. Sitting down beside me, she handed me one. “I hope you like it”, she said. I took the cup, kocaeli escort bayan had a few sips and leaned forward to sit it on the coffee table. That’s when she leaned in and kissed me. Our tongues were searching for each other. Damn, I thought, this girl can kiss. Our tongue’s dancing, nice and slow, like she was savoring the moment. I sure was! Her hands caressed my neck and shoulders, slowly but with a pulling force. Like I was going somewhere. My hands found her breasts, damn bra. I ran my hands over them anyway. 34C’s, I’d guess. Not huge, but a lot of fun. They were firm; I had to guess they were implants. At this point, I didn’t care. Inside her blouse, I ran my hand to her back and unsnapped the bra. I came back to the front, massaging her breasts underneath. WOW! Nipples about the size of quarters and already hard. My hand just barely covered one, her skin almost electric. Velvet. Her skin was pure velvet. We stayed like this for a while. Somewhere along the way, her hand had moved down to find my cock. She gasped, “You’re already hard!” Mia was slowing rubbing my cock through my pants. I was very hard and moved one hand down to her knee. Slowly caressing and sliding my way up her thigh, the hose ended. My hand had found bare, smooth skin. She’s wearing stockings! A quick check and I found a garter strap! Right up my alley! God, how I love garter belts and stockings. Remember, I’m old school. Rubbing her inner thigh, almost to her panties, she stood up, announcing, “We should take this to the bedroom”. Removing my shirt, she grabbed my belt and said,”Follow me. And leave the pants on, I want to unwrap those myself”. Entering her bedroom, we ignored the lights. She was out of her blouse and bra before we got to the bed. She turned to sit on the bed, pulling me close to undo my pants. I could izmit escort make out her breasts in the dim light coming from the other room. Perky, nipples straight out. She had my pants on the floor and eased my underwear off. I was completely naked and she was still dressed from the waist down. I was still standing while she was sitting. My hard cock at eye level for her. Mia wasted no time, left hand on my ass, right hand cupping my balls, and her mouth covering my cock. She took it all at once, lips covering my shaft and slowly pulling back. As she pulled back, that talented tongue dancing all the way up. She stopped with the top two inches in her mouth, French kissing the head. I was in heaven. Her right hand cupped my balls tight as her mouth descended all the way down again. Slowly moving upward, that tongue dancing, stopping to massage the head. While she was doing this, I had found the zipper to her skirt. Opening the zipper, I could see more creamy flesh and the garter belt. If I could have gotten harder, I would have. Holy God! This chick was off the charts hot! Mia must have sensed I wanted that skirt off. She removed her mouth from me with a loud pop. Gently pushing me back, she stood, turned her ass towards me. Ever so slightly bending over, she let her skirt drop to the floor. Mia from the back was even better than her front. Two nice, big globes of ass cheeks encased in little skimpy panties and framed with a garter belt and stockings. I almost came right there. She ran her hands across the bed, completely bending over. Holding that pose just for a second, she climbed onto the bed and motioned for me to follow. I quickly crawled in beside her, embracing her warm body, kissing her hungrily. Mia reached for my hardness and began stroking slowly; just to make sure I was still fully erect. As she did this, I went for her thighs, just above the stockings. My hands sank into her flawless flesh, as I reached her barely there panties. Sliding my hand inside them to massage her…. What the FUCK?? Penis? This is a guy?? I stopped, but Mia froze. She was trembling all over.