Elle hadn’t been to a bar in a very long time. Her work had been so busy lately; it must have been nearly a year since she tasted bad martinis under low lighting, watching men in ill-fitting suits sidling up to young girls in short dresses. She had already been approached twice in the first half-hour. One was at least a decade older, forty maybe. His breath made her skin crawl and his body was unpleasant, to say the least. The other was closer to her age, perhaps he was thirty too. Creepy and too eager, she thought. She ordered another drink and was considering making it her last. She remembered why she hated bars. “You don’t want the martinis here. They taste like paint-stripper,” a voice from next to her said. She shifted her body towards the deep voice and found herself looking at a young man. Nineteen, maybe twenty. But not a boy, that was certain. His eyes were clear, bright, intelligent. A beautiful suit, well cut for his athletic body. Well groomed, unlike almost every other man there. She smiled as she found herself wondering what was underneath that suit. “Hello. I’m James,” the young man said, confidence exuding from his face. She took his hand delicately and replied with a flirtatious smile, “Well hello James, I’m Elle. You’re right about the martinis, they’re terrible.” He suddenly leaned close to her ear, her soft hand in his firm grip still, “Tell me something Elle. Why is a thirty-year old woman talking to a twenty-year old boy in a dark bar that can’t even make a good martini? Why aren’t you at home, being fucked by, I don’t know, a barrister, or Escort Şişli surgeon, or an author of high regard?” Taken aback by his words, she was speechless. He let go of her hand, and she could feel her fingers throb just a little. Why was her heart pounding? He wasn’t that good looking. But there was something, a tingle between her legs, a slight blush to her décolletage. This man was not a boy, it was certainly clear. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Why don’t you take me back to your place Elle? I can feel how tense you just got, let me relax you,” James said, his hand placed on her black skirt, and pushed her legs apart a little. “O-ok, J-j-ames,” she stuttered back. What was she doing? Elle thought, he’s said no more than a hundred words to me. He dropped some notes on the bar and grabbed her hand, leading her through the crowd to the door. He practically dragged her into a taxi. She hadn’t been this nervous in years. They sat in the back of the taxi, his fingers began to roam on her body. She moaned a little when he put his tongue in her mouth, he was so dominant. She was giving herself to him, he didn’t even need to ask, he demanded and she obeyed. They fled the taxi, James again shoving a handful of notes into the driver’s hand. In the lift up to her apartment on the 10th floor he owned her again, his big hands on her breasts, hers on his firm arse. They practically fell out the lift, hands all over each other. He kissed her hard against the wall outside her apartment. His lips on her mouth, her neck, the top of her breasts. Sultangazi escort He bit the side of her neck, and she shuddered. Too long, she thought, it had been too long. They entered the apartment, mouths still locked together. She pushed him onto the sofa in her front room. He stopped kissing her and grabbed her arse hard enough to hurt and make her moan, “Stand up and strip for me Elle. I want to see you remove your clothes,” James commanded. She stood up in the middle of the room, now unsure of herself. She felt nervous, like the first time again. She desperately wanted to please him. “Take off your skirt. Now,” said James. He watched as she slowly unzipped the side of her short skirt and let it slide to the floor seductively. James looked at her naked legs, the small gap at the top of her thighs tempted him, but he knew he had to remain in control. “Now, the shirt.” Her face blushed crimson as she undid the buttons one by one. The first sight of her black-lace bra caused James’s cock to stir a little. The baggy shirt had hidden her large firm breasts well; he hadn’t guessed she was so…fleshy. She finished undoing her shirt and glided it off her shoulders, slowly brushing her hair back as she did. “Give me a twirl, let me see you.” She turned on her tiny feet; her back arched a little as her whole body blushed. She couldn’t believe what he could make her do, what he could make her want. James caught his breath as he followed a bead of sweat from her hair down her soft back, over her round arse, and down to her feet. Taksim escort bayan He looked forward to tracing it with his tongue. “Remove the bra.” She put her hands behind her back and undid the lacy bra. She felt a little humiliated, but more aroused than she had ever felt before. She so wanted him to like her body. She dropped her bra to reveal the perfect pair of breasts. James felt his mouth water as he looked at her hard nipples and large aureoles. For thirty, her breasts were very perky, considering their size. He guessed she was a 32D, though it was hard to tell in the soft light. He stood up and removed his shirt. She breathed in sharply when she saw his body; he was very athletic toned, with those visible hip bones that she loved. He slid off his trousers to reveal a semi-erect cock in tight briefs. It looked thick, very thick. When he took a step towards her, her stomach twisted. What was he going to do? She asked herself. As he stepped so close he could feel her breath on his chest, he kissed her deeply and pinched her nipples. She gasped and kissed back. She wanted him to take her and make her his. “Take off my briefs Elle. On your knees,” James said confidently. She moved down his chest, licking and kissing his sculpted body. Her hands reached his tight briefs, the cock bulging huge in front of her. It was his turn to shiver as he felt her breath so close. She looked him in the eyes. He only realised how truly beautiful her eyes were just then. She pulled the briefs down and a gorgeous cock came into view. He kicked them off his ankles and she held the now fully stiff dick in front of her. It throbbed in her hand, and she licked a drop of precum off the tip, which made it jump. As just began to slowly work her hand up and down the shaft, gentle kisses on the large head, she tried to measure it in her mind. Seven. Maybe seven and a half inches.