He followed blindly without question as I led him down the narrow asphalt crushed between the two brick buildings. I stopped at the back exit door with no outer handle, pulling him close enough to my mouth to kiss his neck. He grabbed the back of my hair and pressed his lips onto mine. I didn’t bring him here for that, the buckle of his belt released with ease; my fingers fondled the buttons on his dark jeans as they came undone. He backed me into the darkest part of the corner and lifted up my left leg before he entered vigorously. I grabbed his firm ass, feeling each muscle flex as he pushed between the wetness spilling over with each thrust. “Fuck me,” I gasped. “Oh, I will,” he said arrogantly before I felt the brick against my cheek. I arched my back anticipating feeling him slid inside. Instead, I felt his tongue teasing the tip of my lips with his forehead pressed into the folds of my ass. He parted my cheeks and went deeper, tasting a lusty waterfall flowing just for him. My body quivered, responding to his tongue, his touch, the moment. I did not know if Rob was really his name. I only knew that I had seen him on several occasions at the bar on the other side of the alley where we were fucking. He told me his name was Rob, he had an accent that I could not place but assumed he was probably from the Caribbean.
It was a Tuesday in October, when summer comingled with autumn. I wanted some weed but settled for a glass of wine. I climbed the narrow stairs to the rooftop and immediately spotted Rob chatting with the bartender that talked too loud about nothing. He was drinking a beer from a glass dripping with condensation. I sat at the edge of the bar, balancing myself on the round barstool. I casually looked at my phone as I waited for the bartender to notice me. Rob nodded and smiled at me before the bartender turned around and shuffled over, “Hey darling,” he said in some unflattering country drawl. “Malbec?” he asked before reaching for a bubble long stem glass.
“Yes,” I smiled automatically, sneaking a glance at Rob. “Thank you, Jim,” I lifted the glass to my nose and sniffed the peppery black cherry tinted wine. I swallowed, slowly, staring at Rob through the bubble wine glass. Sipping, thinking, craving, wondering could I? Our eyes locked for a quick second before I looked away and back again to find him gazing with more intent. “Oh Really?” I thought as I shifted my weight on the small round bar stool and leaned in exposing black lace trimming my bra. I sipped my wine and licked the outer rim of my bottom lip while I looked directly at him. Now, it was a game. But I had no interest in playing if there was no prize. No reason to go home horny AND wet.
“You doing ok, darling?” Jim interrupted.
“Yes,” I answered scooting the wine glass closer to the edge to make it easier for Jim to reach.
When I looked up I no longer saw Rob across the bar, but I knew he sat down next to me, I could smell his cologne mingling with pheromones, “what’s up with you baby girl?” I shrugged and imagined his face between my legs right there at the bar.
“You have a good day at work?”
“It was ok,” I replied flatly. “How about you?” I had no interest in small talk with him. I watched his mouth move instead of listening to what he was saying, picturing straddling him and sliding up and down…”what?” I asked?
“Weed?” I whispered. He nodded and I grinned ear to ear. He motioned for me to follow him to the backside of the bar away from public view. He pulled a black object from his pocket and pressed the red button to turn it on. I put the black pocket vaporizer to my mouth and inhaled. “Careful, baby girl,” he said as I coughed, “this is no joke.” I nodded and began the drift to the dimension I prefer. He pulled long and hard and passed it back to me. “You smoke all the time?” he asked. I nodded as I blew in the air, smoke barely escaping my mouth.
I noticed an OBEY sticker peeling off a red rusted door in the alley below. “What you looking at?” the vibration of his voice traveled further than my ear. I pointed at the door in the alley. He moved in closer to me to see the direction I pointed. I felt the warmth of his body next to mine, it was too much to resist. Especially since the last time I had a man this close to me was more than three months ago and that was my gynecologist. “I thought someone was down there fucking,” he laughed.
“Want to?” I said nonchalantly without speaking.
He laughed, “Yeah,” and passed the Crafty.
“Let’s go,” I grabbed his hand and led him down the back staircase to get outside.
“Yo,” he chuckled unsure where I was leading him but he kept following until we ended up outside in front of the bar. I looked left then led him to the right towards the entrance of the alley. This was reckless, impulsive, and foolish. But that’s what made it appealing. I needed to feel him, I needed him to handle me the way I handled those feeble minded men at work. I needed sleazy, submissive, pleasure. He rose and repositioned me in a downward position and penetrated forcefully, grabbing me by the neck, “this what you want?”
“Yes,” I choked, “yes, give it to me,” the exhilaration of this act in an alley amplified my screams. “FUCK me!” He obeyed.
“Hey,” he nudged me and removed the apparatus from my hand. “Where did you go?”
I smirked and shrugged, “I need to go home,” it was early but happy hour was over and I wasn’t bold enough to ask for what I wanted, so clearly it was time to go.
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