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The New Year

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he did what any average guy in a shit can of a town would do on New Years, he went to the closest bar to plaster himself to welcome the next "average" year. It didn’t take too long for him to reach that buzzed level, as almost a dozen shots of Devil’s Cut had him swaying from side to side, his speech slurred and a permanent look of chagrin branded on to his face. He goofily raised his arm to call for another shot. " Heyy brooo lem-lemme git ano-nother!" The burly, sad looking bartender responded; "You’ve had enough pal, you’ve done this every year since I can remember." A look of disappointment proceeded to wash over his face towards the end of his rebuke. "Wha-!?"

He was cut off by an odd sensation. He could feel a stare, like daggers being thrown at him. It was a sixth sense type of feeling, it was terrifying, a powerful mixture of all emotions tightened into a small ball that felt like it was located in his chest. He coughed hard, like anxiety was wrapping it’s cold hand around his throat and squeezing. He looked up in a daze, searching the room for who, or what, was responsible for this. He spotted a small silhouette in a darker corner of the bar, it’s most prominent feature being the eyes. They were a robust frost color, so light blue they were almost white. He could feel them look him over, pierce his skin, and seep into his soul. The small shadow made a graceful movement upwards into an upward poise. And did a slow walk out of the darkness.

A small woman emerged from the shadowy perch and walked directly at him. Oliver held his breath almost painfully, all while examining her. Compared to his height of 6"2 she was on the short side at around 5"3. She had long, thick, and curly cocoa colored hair that fell to the midsection of her back. She possessed pale skin that reminded one of a winter day, with full rosy lips that complimented the curvature of her softly sculpted cheekbones. The woman wore a sleek, tight fitting dress that stopped midway down the thighs, it revealed her vivacious curves, just enough so you would want to further explore. She wore tiny heels, the kind of heels one would wear looking for a nightly adventure in the city. Her C cup breasts that were ever so lovely were constricted in the strapless dress. With the fabric of the chest stopping just above the nipple, he swear he could see them poking out from under the thin fabric.

She had the ideal hourglass shape that women work lifetimes in the gym for, with a thin waist and hips that were a little on the large side yet all the more ambrosial. Her approach seemed like an eternity, he finally let go of his breath in a loud huff when they made contact. She had grabbed his hand. The soft, ample touch sent a shockwave through his body all the way to his manhood. This oddly new sensation almost caused his legs to give out beneath him, but he kept himself upright. She lifted her herself up onto his boots to give her more of standing with him, and whispered into his ear. "Hello there stranger." After came a nibble on Oliver’s neck. He didn’t know how to handle it, he had never been so aroused in his life. Who was this woman? Why him? What was happening?

All of these questions had occurred to him over and over, in rapid succession. His head was spinning, his mind couldn’t process the current situation. All of this mind fuck was happening, all while being tugged out of the little bar forcefully by this mysteriously beautiful blue-eyed woman. As his mind finally cooled to the point where he could grasp reality, they were in his SUV speeding down some dirt road foreign to him.

Where was she taking him?

This alarmed Oliver, it caused him to start fidgeting and tap his foot. He kept going through escape plans in his head, he dared not to even move. The woman noticed his fiddling, her eyes darted to meet his. Not even looking at the road they traveled, she used her frosty eyes to stare him down. It wasn’t so much a thousand yard stare as it was a lustful one.They made their way from his face, to his neck and then ever so slowly down to the bulge in the front of his pants.

Oliver had followed her eyes, and had just then remembered how erect he was. His cock was well was shown from the way he was sitting, his jeans were on the tight side as he liked them that way and the way he was sitting caused his pants to ride even more, outlining his long shaft and large prominent head as it angled down following the direction of the pant leg. He looked away in embarrassment, out the window into the night. The cocoa haired woman couldn’t help slowly move her hand to the hardness waiting in those pants. Even if she was driving.

She laid a cold hand on his shaft, and slowly squeezed and massaged her way up, rubbing circles on his tip with her thumb when she reached the end. This sent the man wild, he slightly tilted his head back and let out a small yet audible groan, he tried his best to suck it back in but was too late, this was all of the encouragement she needed. She pulled the truck over on the side of the road, and turned the vehicle off including all of the lights. They sat in darkness for minutes until he felt a hand groping his cock again, doing circles on his tip yet again. He could feel it tingle and the pre-cum start to ooze out. At this wet feeling, the woman retracted her hands and got to work undoing his belt and unbuttoning the pants. After sliding his pants off, his large member stood at attention in the moonlight, aching to be relieved.

At that moment he felt SUV lurch, the woman was jumping over to kneel in front of him, she pulled the lever under his seat and the recline button. She grabbed a hold of his wet throbbing cock. He could make out a white hand, and the glimmer of the juices on her knuckles in the miniscule light. A slow stroke started, up and down, stopping just before reaching the head. Then all the way back down until her hand hit his pubic hair. Another hand cupped his balls as her hand glided up and down his rigid shaft. He soon felt the sensation of warmth and wetness around his turgid member, his body wriggled at the feeling. She had popped his swollen cock head into her mouth and was gently using her soft lips to massage it. This sent Oliver wild, she was swirling her tongue around it now, and he was bucking his hips harshly at the feel. Pushing his cock further into the woman’s mouth.

Her eyes widened at this, she thought she had this man wrapped around her finger. It surprised her that he would take a liberty like that, better yet, it aroused her.

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