Sarah sat at the bar swirling the amber liquid in a small glass around and around. She occasionally sipped it, more often lost in thought from the afternoon’s accident.
It wasn’t her in the accident fortunately, but she felt its effects just the same. She stopped to help when she saw the car in front of her lose control and careen into oncoming traffic. Debris from the wreckage spread several hundred metres in either direction along the city’s busiest highway.
She helped keep passengers calm, put pressure on bleeding wounds and tried to push the image of severed limbs out of her mind. She failed, which was why she sipped the whiskey.
Tyler peered in the sidewalk to ceiling windows of the main street bar as he walked by. He did every time - it was just in his nature to be curious, which is why he joined the national police force. He was on scene that afternoon and saw the carnage, and even though it wasn’t his first high-speed accident, it affected him just the same. When he saw Sarah sitting at the bar, he knew exactly how she felt. He stopped, and pulled open the heavy wooden door.
Her long, dark hair fell in waves down her back, reaching almost to the tight blue jeans that hugged her curves. Her lace button up blouse added a touch of innocence that conflicted with the knee-high brown leather boots she also wore.
“Is the memory getting fuzzy yet?” he asked, as he sat down on the bar stool next to her.
She looked up in surprise, startled out of her reverie. She smiled when she looked into his deep blue eyes, which seemed even bluer next to his reddish hair. “I’m sorry?” she asked.
He nodded to her drink, indicating to the bartender as well that he’d like his own. “I tried that when I first joined the force,” he said. “It doesn’t actually work, despite what you see in the movies.”
She shrugged. “I’m not really drinking it,” she said. “I just like sitting here among the noise.”
“I’m Tyler, by the way,” he said, holding out his hand. “We sort of met this afternoon.”
“I’m Sarah,” she said, taking his hand. It was calloused and rough, but his grip was firm and he looked into her eyes when he shook it. She looked away. They sat in an awkward silence for a few moments as the bartender deposited Tyler’s drink on the bar in front of him.
“Tough day, though,” Tyler said, cringing inwardly. “Not sure I can say anything to make it better.”
“Maybe not say …,” Sarah said, an arch in her eyebrow. “Do you want to - I don’t know - do something?”
“Right now?” he asked, as Sarah nodded. “Sure. What did you have in mind?”
She leaned forward, and gently kissed him, her soft mouth gently wrapping around his bottom lip. She pulled away, hovering millimetres and waiting for him to respond. He leaned in and kissed her the same way, slipping his hand into her hair and cradling her head in his palm. He felt her mouth open slightly and gently pushed his tongue past her lips, feeling her respond.
Sarah felt his body tighten, and she felt warmth spreading through her spine. She placed her hands on his taught stomach and gently pushed him back, breaking their connection. She felt his chest heave under the coarse fabric of his blue golf shirt.
“We should go,” he said, thickly.
Sarah nodded, collecting her coat and purse from the next stool as Tyler left several bills on the bar to pay for their drinks. He threw back his before grabbing his keys. She followed him out the door to his truck, which was parked half a block up the street.
The night was warm but still she felt the heat radiating from Tyler as he stood next to her to open the door. She pressed her legs together, the seam of her jeans pressing against her crotch. She shifted, felt the wetness spreading and looked at the man in the driver’s seat.
Fit and compact, clean cut. It was something around the eyes, the way he looked at her that made her nipples harden. Masculinity and dominance oozed from him, so much that Sarah felt as though she could smell it on him. She had no idea where they were going until they pulled up in front of a small house, which she assumed was his. Inside they went.
The interrupted kiss from the bar resumed, Tyler grabbing a handful of hair as Sarah unbuckled his belt. He walked her into the bedroom, pushing her back onto the soft, although smartly made bed. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it into a dark corner before grabbing one of her feet and pulling off her boots. As she lay on her back, she undid her blouse. He stood at the end of the bed, looming over her, his well-defined chest leading an outline of muscle into his undone jeans.
She reached in, pulling his cock out of his pants, her large dark eyes watching his face as she did so. He was hard, and thick, and she wrapped her lips around his head. His eyes closed and he let out a loan moan, his hands tangled in her hair. She felt another rush of wetness.
She pulled and stroked, her lips and tongue working the head and shaft of his cock. Heavy-lidded, he grabbed a handful of hair, drawing her to standing to kiss her mouth. She scrambled back on to the bed, undoing her jeans as he helped pull them off. He ditched the last of his clothing too as he followed her on to the bed.
Her long legs were soft and smooth as he kissed his way up her inner thigh, slipping off her lacy pink thong. She laid on his bed, naked, her head on his pillow, looking back at him hovering between her legs. He licked, the flat of his tongue massaging the folds of her labia, sucking and teasing as her back arched and her fingers grabbed for purchase on the dark green bedspread.
He kissed up her flat, soft tummy to her breasts, his hand continuing to rub and stroke her clit as he kissed her mouth and then sucked and nibbled at her breasts. His fingers slipped inside her slick pussy, stroking slowly and firmly her g-spot. Her purrs increased, and his mouth returned to her pussy, licking her clit as he stroked inside. He could feel her body responding, from her movements to her moans, drawing out her orgasm. She cried out, her back arching and fingers gripping the bed as her muscles clenched against his fingers and her hot, sticky juices flowed over his hand.
She panted as he crawled up her body as he did before, placing a kiss here and there, eliciting a giggle. She kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips. She pushed his shoulder, indicating for him to roll onto his back as she sat on top. He was rock hard, his cock thick and pulsing, as she slid back, kissing his chest as she did so.
His hands squeezed her thighs as he gripped her leg and wrist, flipping her off him and on to her back. She bounced on the bed and giggled as he pulled her toward him again. She tried once more to push him on to his back but he resisted, pinning her wrist to the bed and holding her down with his weight. His forcefulness surprised her but within seconds his caress was once again gentle and he slid his large cock between her legs, its length and girth stretching her and filling her.
Tyler waited a moment, savoring that first connection before he pushed, slowly, drawing himself nearly entirely out, and then pushing as far as her body would allow. It was almost maddening, the way he took his time and she tried again to push him over, to climb on top and ride his cock like she loved to do. But he pinned her wrists above her head and she realized how strong he was - muscular and wiry. With his free hand he caressed her breast, pinched her nipple which sent a bolt of energy to her cunt. He kissed her mouth and her neck, his breath panting in her ear as his speed increased.
Sarah could feel him close as he released her hands and gathered her in his arms. He moaned against her neck as he came, pressing his full weight into her body. She wrapped her long legs around his waist as the spasms in his body eased. They laid like that, their hearts slowing, their breathing returning to normal. Sarah’s long, dark hair hung off the side of the bed, her head resting on Tyler’s arm.
Sarah was completely satisfied, as Tyler finally rolled onto his back and pulled her into his chest, where she laid her head in the soft pocket of his shoulder. Her hand trailed down to his flat, firm stomach and her fingers teased the treasure trail of hair just above his cock. Immediately she felt a stirring in her pussy as she thought about riding his thick, hard cock again.