The interior of Ol' Smokey was living up to it's name tonight. It was dim inside, a faint mist of smoke from cigarettes and the fire in the open barbeque pit hung suspended in the still air. The bar at the far right corner of the room held the usuals; Bill the lush, Don the carpenter, Norris whom no one knew what he did for a living but he wasn't chuck, no matter what he said.

The tables to the right were pushed back already, though it was too soon for the band to begin. Business had been slow that day, I could tell from the lack of trash on the floor. Sally the waitress greeted me with a smile, and Ben the bartender waved from across the room behind the bar. I sat down at one of the tables and asked Sally for a daquiri and the usual.

She brought me a barbeque beef sandwhich, a coke, and my drink, chatted for a moment, and left for her other customers. It was a day like any other Tuesday in Ol' Smokey's. It wasn't the kind of place you'd expect to find me. A businesswoman dressed in an impeccable suit of seafoam green. My long hair was tightly wrapped on my head in a very proper, although attractive, twist. Those looking at me would consider me to be out of my class, a jarring note of tidiness and priss in a place of serene uncaring decadence. I am a regular here, too, though.

Dylin, the owner, in one of his rare appearances, wandered over to my table. "We've a new band tonight," he told me, smug in his assumption I would want to know. I raised an eyebrow at him and said nothing. Finally, he bragged about his band and wandered off.

I sat and watched the patrons come and go, and the new band arrived. They began their set, and something unusual happened. The seats were full, except for the one across from me. A man came in alone, then, seeing no open seats, came and sat across from me. He smiled at me and turned to watch the band. I was a little startled for several reasons. First, no one had ever sat with me here before. Most people in general seemed to find me cold and distant, many found me intimidating. It has always baffled me, but I accept it. He seemed entirely indifferent to me. Men had always either tried to come on to me, or been afraid of me.

I found myself looking at him often throughout the night. He was average looking. Nothing special there, no great good looks, no extraordinary air of confidence. Just the fact that he was pleasant, unafraid, not particularly interested in me. I left once for the restroom, and when I returned, he nodded and welcomed me back with a smile, before returning his attention to the band.

The band began to wind down, and the room thinned out. Soon the bar would close, and I would go home to my apartment in the big city and sleep in late. And until next friday, my life would be the same again, mundane, typical, unspecial. My boss would leer at me, men at the construction site would leer at me. More of the same.

I sighed, and he looked over at me, a slight expression of curiousity on his face, the first of the night outside of a smile. "Okay, miss?" he asked me.

Looking at him, I realized that I wondered how I could have thought he looked normal or unremarkable. He seemed so calm, so unruffled. And, now you think that I must have been drinking and seeing him through booze glazed eyes, but a daquiri does not a drunkard make, my friend. He had grown on me over the last few hours, and I found myself handing out my card to him after a few moment's conversation.

He walked me to my car, and helped me in with a touch on my elbow. The damp air of the night made his touch cool against my sweaty skin, and goosebumps rose and slipped up along my arm. Still without a single leer, he closed the door behind me, and wished me a pleasant night. About to pull away, I stopped, and took the chance. "Would you like to have a coffee? There's an all-night diner just down the road."

He agreed and followed me down to the diner. We sat and talked, the hours slipping away. He was a complete gentleman, much to my chagrin. We parted ways, and I went home. My apartment was so cold and dismal when I arrived, as it had never seemed before. Something in my life had altered, just like that.

I unzipped my skirt and let it fall, leaving it to pool around my feet. I slipped off my stockings, and let the garter join the growing pile at my feet. I slipped off my shirt and then the silken undershirt, feeling it slide across my nipples. I had gone without a bra today, a delicious little indulgence covered by my business suit jacket. I wondered if he had noticed when I'd taken the jacket off at the bar, and my nipples had become erect from watching him.

I turned the shower on, feeling the cascading waterfall of the spray slip down me. I thought of the stranger I'd met tonight, and imagined his hands on my breasts as rivulets of water washed over me. I turned the showerhead to pulse, but that didn't even come near the sweet raging torrent between my legs as my body responded to my mind's vivid thoughts. The rising heat of the shower fueled the inferno of my desire as I ran my hands across my belly and down between my legs. I tilted my head back as I touched my clit, and imagined him breathing on my neck, nibbling with his molten mouth, working his lips down my body to my nipples. I rubbed my breast with one hand as the other massaged my clit with growing excitement.

I was nearly dizzy, imagining him inside me as my finger slipped inside me. I imagined his body against mine, and it drove me to a frenzy. Imagining his balls against my ass as he pounded into me. I began to go faster, my finger darting in and out. The steam of the shower, the sweltering heat of the cascading water, the feeling of my hand on my breast, the thought of the stranger inside me, all came together to bring me to a gutwrenching orgasm.

I stumbled out of the shower, dizzy from the intensity of my own thoughts. I slowly dried the clinging dampness from my skin, and went into the bedroom. In a daze, I drug through my drawer to the long forgotten dildo in the bottom. I laid down on the bed, tired, overwhelmed, vibrating with desire. My hair fanned out beneath me, its cold sodden tresses a contrast to the fiery heat between my legs.

Trembling slightly, I slipped the dildo inside myself. My head curved back as I imagined him pulling my hair back to kiss me hard while he pounded himself inside me.

A strange sound penetrated my sexual fervor. The phone was ringing. I nearly ignored it, but it had been so long since I had heard it ring, that I went to answer it. It was him. I blushed as I heard his voice.

"You left your purse at the restaurant, they know me, so they called me and asked me if I knew how to contact you. Would you like me to bring it over tomorrow?"

"No," I replied, suddenly bold. "Can you bring it now?"

Silence for a moment, before he said, "Well, where do you live?"

When I told him, he said it was less than 10 minutes away, and he would be happy to drop it off for me. I smiled, a sly, secret smile. Oh, you have no idea, my friend, I thought.

When he arrived, I opened the door in my robe. I invited him in, and he paused for a moment. He looked at me, as is seeing me clearly for the first time, and arched an eyebrow upwards. "Please come in," I repeated.

"If I come in right now, I won't be leaving anytime soon," he said. "And I won't be a gentleman."

I opened the door further and stepped back. Once more, I let my clothes fall to the floor. He stepped inside and shut the door. I looked at the rapidly growing bulge in his pants, and reached out brazenly to caress it. Reaching one arm around me, he pulled me close against him. Suddenly feverish in my desire, I pulled his shirt off, then began to unzip him. I pulled his dick out of his pants, and felt the dampness of precum on it. My breath quickened even further, and I began to pull his pants down. As I got them down to his feet, I couldn't help myself, there I was on my knees staring at the most beautiful dick I'd ever seen.

I reached out and took his balls in my hand. Pushing his dick up, I took one of his balls into my mouth, licking around it, memorizing its shape, it's size, its weight. Never one to be unfair, I gently suckled the other one, as well, curling my toungue around it. Then I slipped my mouth up the side of his dick, admiring the shape of it, the firm perfection of the tip, licking around the lip of it, gently at first, then firmly. I tasted his silky skin, licked the droplet of fresh precum off the top. Finally, eager and incredibly hungry for him, I sucked him into my mouth. Up and down, I sucked until he put his hands on the side of my head and helped.

"God, you're so good," he said, his voice husky and roughened by his arousal. He picked up the pace, and I followed suit with my finger in my pussy, me as eager as him. After what seemed like only seconds, but was far far longer, he gushed in my mouth, and I gently licked him clean of the part that drooled out of the corners of my mouth.

He picked me up, 130 pounds no issue for him, and took me over to the rug on the living room floor. He laid down beside me and touched me gently, his eyes gleaming in the soft light from the street lamp that glimmered in through the window. He trailed his hand down my belly to the mound of my pussy, watching me as I gasped at his gentle exploration of my clit. With a slight grin, he turned me onto my side, and reached over to the table where I had put some astroglide before he got there. He didn't remark on my complete lack of sublty, he simply poured some on his beautiful dick, and slipped it up and down along my butt.

Gently, he started to press into me, going so agonizingly, so gently slow. He pressed his tip inside me, and stopped at my pleasured gasp. "You like that?" he asked. "Yes," I could barely whisper, "Oh god, that feels so good." With a sweet, sexy chuckle, he slipped in further. Unable to resist, I began to move against him, wanting him deeper inside me. He moved deeper... deeper... deeper, and I throbbed with delight. At last, I felt him bury himself completely inside me, and reached down to touch my clit again. He caught my hand, stopping me. "Oh no, that's my pleasure," he murmured in my ear. A moan escaped me as he drove me closer to the brink of climax. The feeling of his fingers flicking across my clit while his dick drove into me excited me beyond words, and I found my legs trembling from the stimulation.

He began to go faster, until the pent up momentum finally caught up to me, and I orgasmed with a spasm that rippled through my whole body. He pulled me closer against him and released into my ass, a slight moan escaping him as well.

We laid together a little while longer, letting him slip gently out, letting my breathing return to normal. Comfortable together, we simply laid there. Gently, he stood up, and helped me to my feet. I led him to the bathroom, where we cleaned each other up, a sexy, sweet gesture. We headed into my bedroom and tumbled together into the bed.

When I awakened the next day, he was gone. A note rested on his pillow, saying only, "We'll do this again, sweet one." And we did. Many times. And we do. Often.