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Thursday night at the 'meat market' and they are out in full force. It's been a long day at work and I just want a quick drink, and then head for home. Elbowing my way to the bar, there are blondes and brunettes and red heads. Tall and short, young and old. A veritable feast for the eyes, every dream I ever had, and every fantasy I could ever imagine. But not being in the mood to put on my 'game' makes walking through them very easy. Like window shopping at the mall without money or credit cards in my wallet.

The music is pumping and the grinding is intense on the dance floor. A young sweet thing sidles up to me as I pass by, swaying and teasing. Even with half her breasts on display, I brush her off with the flick of my wrist. It feels good to have only one thing on my mind and to be able to concentrate on it with no distractions. Only a few more steps and I will reach my destination; the bar, a stool and a cold one. I plop my rear down, put my elbows up and order a tall frosty beer.

I chug half the beer in one swallow, feeling my throat numb with the cold and inwardly smile. This is what I have been waiting for all afternoon, ever since the boss informed me we'd be working all weekend. I throw back a handful of peanuts and prepare to finish my drink when a flash of red pulls my eyes to the left. Turning just a bit more, to try to figure out what caught my attention, I find a gorgeous woman in a sexy red dress. The more I check out the dress I am amazed because it isn't one of those little things with tiny straps. It isn't low cut, or tight enough to count her ribs. It is just plain, drop dead sexy.

She is settling on her stool now about half a bar from me and ordering something feminine. Maybe a Cosmo or an apple martini. Why can't women just order regular all American drinks? Beer, scotch and soda, whiskey and water, something with teeth. What does it matter, I am here for a beer and I'm out. I turn back to the bar, hoist the mug and drain the remains. One foot hits the floor as I begin my journey out, when I suddenly hear an angel. I turn once again to my left and find that the sound I am hearing is coming from that woman with the red dress. A voice that is pure heaven, soft and yet commanding. She is speaking to the bartender with a smile that is beginning to light up the room.

'What are you doing?' I ask myself. 'Shake it off big guy. Get over it and get on your way.'

Both feet are now planted on the floor and the bar stool is a memory to my backside. I turn around now and the exit sign is in my line of sight. Half way to the door a red head 'accidentally' bumps into me and flashes me a beautiful white smile, but I brush by her with speed and determination. With the door now in sight, I breathe a sigh of relief. That red dress is only a moment away from being but a memory.

Without warning my feet suddenly freeze and my legs have stopped propelling me to my destination. My brain is sending signals to keep moving but my body just will not respond. I can feel the tug-o-war between body parts like I am but an observer.

'What are you going to do when you get home, watch TV?' the left brain asks. 'Go get her son, you know you want to.'

'No, I have some work to do, bills to pay, laundry and the dog needs a bath.' the right brain argues.

Damn it, the left brain wins again. I spin on my heels and walk with purpose right back to the exact spot I left only a few minutes ago. She is still there, nursing what looks like the same drink. Once again I order a beer, lean back against the bar and take in all her loveliness.

She is on the tall side, about 5'9" I would bet. Her hair is medium length, just skimming her shoulders and the color is a combination of all hair colors. I can't see the color of her eyes, she hasn't looked my way yet, but her profile is spectacular. Little diamond studs in her ears, oh those are perfect ears, as far as ears go anyway. Definitely not lacking in the breast department, actually quite amazing, if I do say so myself. A small waist and it appears that the ass is quite nice too. But the legs, long and lovely legs. Did I just get an image of them wrapped around my head?

Shit! Did I have to look at the shoes? Red, of course with heels that had to be 3 inches high and that strap thing that wraps around her ankle. Did the toes have to be exposed too? I think I am starting to get a hard on. Wait.....yep, there it is, that familiar tightening in the groin region. Damn!

The bartender stops by and asks if I'm all right. All I can manage is a nod and a mumbled yes. He continues on, asking 'the red dress' the same question, and I see her wave her hand over her glass. She is finished and that means only one thing, she must be leaving. I can't let that happen without talking to her and asking her name. I must begin strategizing my approach right now before she's gone.

She begins to turn and one long leg parts from the other on its way to the floor. Fuck me running! She just flashed me a pussy shot. I mean a full on, Sharon Stone, Basic Instinct, no panties, beaver show.

I practically fall off my stool getting up, as I forget to unhook my heels from the barstool rung. Geez, I feel like I'm 16 again. Here I am tripping, a hard on in my pants and I think my palms are sweating too.

'Grab hold of your self mister and get over there' the left brain once again interjects.

"I'm going, don't get pushy" I actually hear myself say out loud.

"Dead man walking" reads like a neon sign in my mind as I approach 'the red dress'. She looks up at me and smiles a very kind and loving smile. I knew her eyes would be green, I just knew it. I smile back at her and introduce myself.

"Hi, I'm Greg and your name is........?'

"Anna", she replies and nothing more.

"I was sitting over there and noticed your beautiful dress". God, I should like an idiot.

"Thank you."

This isn't going well. One and two word answers from her will not make this conversation progress. I press on.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

She looks me in the eyes, then moves to the top of my head, back to my face and down. Her eyes travel down to my chest, and then lower to my crotch, where my cock is straining for release. Here she pauses a moment and a wicked little smile plays across her lips. Then she finishes her examination at my shoes. Her head lifts, and the eyes are back on mine.

"I don't like small talk Greg, if you want to fuck me, just say so," she announces.

Have I just died and gone to heaven? It can't be this easy. Where is the bantering, the flirting, and the exchange of phone numbers? I am totally thrown off my axis. Where do I go from here? Wait a minute, it's a test. If I say yes, she'll think all I want it sex, which may be the truth, but you can't admit that so soon. If I say no, she'll think I'm a wimp. What to do, what to do?

With nothing to lose I go for it and answer with a resounding "Hell yeah, let's fuck!"

Taking me by the hand, she leads me to the door and out into the parking lot. Stopping at a jet black convertible Mustang, she tells me to follow her to her place. She pops open the door, jumps in and the top is down with the engine running in seconds.

"I don't live far, just follow my lead" she shouts over her shoulder and pulls out of the parking lot.

Running to my sad blue Civic, I think to myself, 'Follow my lead? Hell, I started doing that back inside the bar.'

A few minutes later we pull into the driveway of a two story Colonial style house, where every other house on the block looks just like this one. 'Oh my God, I am in suburbia, about to fuck a suburbanite.' We both exit our cars and walk to the door.

"Are you sure you are up for this?" she asks, giggling at the intended pun.

"More than you can even imagine," is the only answer that I can come up with.

Once again she takes my hand and pulls me into the house. Shutting the front door, she spins around, pins me against it and kisses me until I am short of breath. Her hands are everywhere. They are in my hair, around my neck, and running up and down my back. Soon she moves to my chest, slipping a hand inside my shirt then out again. Her exploration now has moved to my crotch, where she is grabbing and caressing, massaging and rubbing.

"If you keep that up this will be over before we start," I manage to grunt.

"Oh no, we have only just begun. Follow me"

Heading up the stairs, I still wonder if this is a dream. I mean doesn't every man fantasize about a woman coming on to him. A woman that takes charge requiring only sex, no small talk, and then Adios Amigo, never to be seen again.

At the top of the stairs, she places a hand on my chest and pushes me backwards into the bedroom, then onto the bed. "Don't move, just watch," she says in a commanding voice. Who am I to argue, so there I sit.

Turning on a nearby radio, soft, sexy music begins to play. She starts swaying and humming to herself with eyes closed. Her hands are in her hair, raising it up off her neck then letting it fall back into place. Slowly her hands reach behind her and I can hear the soft sound of a zipper being lowered. Soon she is pushing the straps of that red dress off her shoulders and it slowly slithers to the floor, pooling around her feet.

'Oh yeah, I have absolutely died and gone to heaven. I am sure of it.,' I boast to myself proudly.

I am positive now because standing before me is this incredibly beautiful women barely dressed. As I have now discovered, aside from being pantiless, she is wearing a black lacy bra that exposes her nipples. And as if that isn't a gift enough, it is accompanied by a matching black lacy garter belt holding up her stockings. Just below that garter belt, I spy the final destination, the shiny silkiness of her pubic hair. It looks so soft, neat and trim, I just have to touch it. I reach my hand out to her and she steps back a little.

"Not yet, Greg. Not yet. Just sit still and enjoy the show."

She turns her back to me, bending slightly giving me a view of that smooth ass. Her hands begin to unhook the garters. Once they are all undone, she slowly rolls each stocking down her long amazing legs. My eyes don't know where to focus, on the ass or on those legs. Both stockings are now off and she turns back to face me. Her eyes dip to my crotch again, checking my reaction to the show.

"I take it that you are enjoying this by the look of that bulge in your pants."

"Baby, you don't even know the half of what you are doing to me," I say in the sexiest voice I can muster.

She winks at me, does a little bump and grind to the music and puts her hands to her breasts. As she begins molding and massaging them, and then pulling at each nipple, I know I am about ready to blow. I have to cross my legs to try to stave off the inevitable. Coming now would not be the manliest thing to do.

'Think about baseball. Think about the multiplication tables. Dear God, think about anything but what is happening in front of you,' I repeat to myself over and over.

Her pink nipples are fully erect now and she reaches around behind her to unhook her bra. When she pulls it away from her body, she releases the most spectacular breasts I have ever seen. Round and high, not huge but well developed. Still doing a little strip tease dance, her hands travel down her sides, and across her flat stomach to the garter belt. Like her stockings, it soon is being pushed down, over her hips and to the floor. Fully naked now, she stands in all her wondrous glory. I would stand and go to her if I could, but right now that would be a mistake.

I put my hand out to her, pleading with my eyes to join me on the bed. She takes my hand and walks to me, but does not sit. Instead she uncrosses my legs, parts them and kneels between my knees.

'Dear God, hold on, 9 x 9 is 81, 7 x 6 is 42.'

Her hands are on my belt buckle unfastening it and pulling it free of the loops. Next she unhooks my pants and lowers the zipper. I put my hands on her shoulders, but she moves them back to the bed. "I'll take care of this, just sit back and relax," she purrs.

Bending again she unties and removes my shoes. 'Shouldn't I be doing something', I think to myself. Normally I am fully involved in the disrobing part of sex. This is highly unusual for me. Grasping the waistband of my pants she starts to pull them down and I raise my hips in assistance. The pants are now a memory as they pass my ankles and are thrown to the other side of the room. Back to my waist once again she is tugging on my boxers and they join my pants on the floor.

My cock is now free and standing at full attention, aching for her touch. She reaches forward with one finger and wipes the pearly drop from my tip. Her finger then goes to her lips, where she licks the moisture with her tongue. Without warning she leans forward and engulfs me fully with her mouth. Sucking and pumping, in and out, up and down. By now I am leaning back on my elbows and trying to catch my breath. Soft and slow, then tight and fast. Her tongue runs the full length of my shaft, from my scrotum to my head. Taking one hand she cups my balls and starts fondling them, while never taking her attention away from my cock.

As suddenly as she started, she stops. Standing up now, she leans into me, breasts swinging, and kneels between my legs on the edge of the bed. One by one the buttons of my shirt are undone as well as the ones on my cuffs. She pulls the shirt from me, and lies on my chest. Her breasts are pushed flat against me and I can actually feel her hardened nipples. My cock is pressed against her pussy and her hair gently tickles me.

We haven't kissed in forever, but that is soon remedied as I grab the back of her head and pull her mouth to mine. She tastes so sweet and warm as our tongues mingle with each other. Our lips are all over each other. From mouth, to neck, to ears and back to our mouths. I feel as if this is the first time that I have ever been kissed. The no holds barred kind of kissing where it is just a free for all. As much as I enjoy the position we are in I am ready to step it up a notch. I throw my arms around her and flip her to her back. Laying now pinned under me, she is mine to have my way with.

"Now you just lay there and enjoy what is to come," I whisper in her ear. A small moan escapes her lips and that just fuels my fire more.

Continuing the kisses I move from neck to chest and onto those breasts. Following her lead, I mold and massage them as I had seen her do to herself. Taking one nipple into my mouth and tugging gently with my teeth, her hips buck in response. And that is all the answer I need. I follow suit with the other nipple, but not ignoring the previous one. As I nip at one I am pulling urgently on the other. A soft "yes" flows from her throat and I am on my way.

Traveling onto her stomach, I tongue her navel and spend a few moments there. Here I begin to notice the muskiness of her. The smell of a woman has always been a huge turn on for me and now is no exception. It is so earthy and natural, so animal. I plunge a finger into her opening while following with my tongue to her clit. It is swollen and unhidden, asking for attention. Flicking at her clit, then sucking and back again, all the while I have added another finger in her pussy. Stoking her insides and pushing as well, she brings her hips to meet me. My face is now buried and drenched in her wetness. With my fingers inside her I feel the muscles begin to contract and I know that her release is on its way.

"It's starting, I'm starting to come", she pants.

It builds slowly, and her breathing changes. The muscles of her thighs are tightening and her body is starting to stiffen. She is grinding harder and harder as I concentrate with my mouth on her bud. The orgasm washes over her beginning in small waves and builds quickly to totally encompass her whole body.

"Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes," explodes from her.

I stay with her as I feel her vaginal walls milk my fingers. When the tightness begins to lessen, I move my way back up her body and enter her with one plunge. Her back arches, her hips rise and her legs wrap around my hips in one movement. She is pulling me into her deeper and deeper as I ride like never before.

"This is what you wanted Greg, fuck me now."

I plunge in again, and again, pulling out most of the way and slamming into her with more intensity then ever. Her hands are thrown over her head and grasping at the edge of bed. I can not keep this up much longer, the damn is ready to burst and she shouts, "I am coming again, don't stop." That is all it takes and I fall into that abyss with her. Her pussy is gripping my cock and I come so hard that by balls actually hurt with pleasure. We are panting and spent and it's all I can do to hold myself over her. She throws her arms around my neck and pulls me to her. As my elbows collapse, we are kissing again as if life itself depended on the fusing of our lips.

I roll off her onto my back, realizing I have just experienced the best fuck I have ever, ever had in my entire life, bar none. She raises up on one elbow beside me and with that beautiful smile asks "So how was that, Greg? I think we both had an incredible moment in time there."

"There are no words to describe what just happened, that was outrageous, Anna. You are an incredibly sexy woman." I humbly reply.

Once again, she flashes that smile but I notice a difference in her eyes. "What is it Anna, are you okay?" I ask with concern.

"I am fine, better than fine, finer than fine, but it's time."

I glance at the bedside clock and realize that she is correct. Our time together has come to an end and I rise to begin dressing. She also leaves the bed and reaches for a robe hanging from the back of the door.

"Tonight was the best night of my life Greg. The sex was incredible, the best ever, but it is time to go."

I walk to her, pull her close and give her a kiss. "Thank you for a mind blowing experience Anna. I was so stunned when you suggested this, but........, I told Mom I would pick up the kids by 11:00. Don't pack that red dress away, I think that we will be using it again, very soon. I'll be back in a few minutes hon, and then it's back to our normal life. Thank you for being the best wife a man could ever have."