She entered the dim bar and spied him seated at a table in the corner. He looked exhausted. Preoccupied. Busy. Stressed? She couldn't really tell. But was sure it had been a long few weeks for him. He hadn't seen her yet. Wasn't even expecting her. She glided over silently and stood at the side of the table waiting for him to notice her. He was engrossed in some papers he had brought to lunch with him and didn't even look up. She walked around behind him and leaned in close to his shoulder. Her long blonde hair curled gently and tickled the side of his neck and he jumped at her presence behind him.

The look on his face was a mixture of pleasure at seeing her and irritation at being interrupted. She figured at any other time he would be most pleased to see her. But then also figured maybe he simply needed a time out. And some fresh air. So she grabbed his papers and started to walk towards the door. He swore at her....and she glanced back over her shoulder and winked at him before she walked out the door. He smacked the table with his open palm and started after her.

He emerged into the sunny spring day outside yet was oblivious to the blue sky and the blooming of flowers in the air. He saw her standing at the corner with her hands on her hips and her head cocked to the side. Unable to read her eyes behind her sunglasses he grinned at her antics in spite of himself. She wiggled the fist full of papers at him and licked her full red lips. She reached toward him with her empty hand, extended her pointer finger and then beckoned for him to come hither....and then promptly laughed and strode off around the corner. He shook his head. Still annoyed. But not quite as much...

He broke into a light jog and rounded the corner quickly. She heard his footsteps and glanced back at him. She grinned before she broke into a run towards the supermarket in front of them. He just about caught up with her as she jammed into the elevator but the doors shut before he could get to it. Looking around he spied the stairwell and entered, taking the stairs two by two in order to beat the elevator to the bottom.

He reached the ground floor just as the elevator doors were closing back up and he looked around to find she had disappeared. He stood there for a moment. Kind of pissed. Where the fuck did she go? Suddenly he felt warm lips on the back of his neck and the unmistakable feel of her body pressed against his back. He turned around ready to chide her for stealing his papers, interrupting his lunch and dragging him on this silly goose chase. But before he could start she kissed him. Softly. Gently. But eager all the same. She pulled back and looked at him. Trying to gauge his reaction from the look on his face. She had wanted a smile. But all he could do is look at her with resign. There were a thousand and one things he needed to be doing. Needed to already have done. And a thousand more waiting for him once he had finished those. The last thing he needed was to be standing here kissing some crazy woman in a parking garage.

And she saw all this in his face. And felt all this in his heart. And she kissed him again. This time, long and deep. And she pressed against him forcing him to walk backwards through the garage until she had hidden them from plain view behind her truck parked in the corner. She continued to kiss him with her casual passion...her tongue dancing playfully with his. Tracing his lips. Wandering across his face. Licking at his earlobe. Nibbling. Her hands, still clutching his papers, pressed to his chest. Feeling the broadness of his shoulders under her petite fingers. All the while he kissed her back, his mind raced with his to-do list.

She smiled at him wickedly and dropped to her knees. He watched in amazement as she undid his pants and pulled his length from them. And then he gasped as her mouth closed around him. Warm. Wet. Sucking and licking. He closed his eyes. And he leaned back and let her work her magic. For that moment, all he could feel or think about was the way her lips and mouth and tongue felt gliding over his hardness. He reached down and buried his hands in her golden curls and began to move his hips against her face. Feeling her exhales in the soft pubic hair that her nose was buried in. She responded by taking him even further back into her throat. She had taken him up to the hilt and her mouth sucked and her tongue whirled and the muscles of her throat caressed him in a way he had never experienced before.

He could feel his climax coming and began to thrust against her harder and faster. With her free hand she lightly brushed his thighs with her fingertips. Then up and underneath his balls...lightly brushing and stroking while her mouth milked him and he pumped against her. Finally he stiffened and the orgasm ran through his body like electricity. He could feel himself empty into her and she swallowed every drop and then sucked his still hard shaft clean. He stood against the truck trying to figure out what to say. "Wow" seemed rather immature...and "thank you" too....polite?

She pulled his pants back up and fastened them and then handed him his papers. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and then left him standing there as she went around and got into her truck. He moved to the passenger door to say something but she just smiled at him and waved goodbye as she backed out. He came around the other side of her truck and called out for her to wait. She slowed and he approached her open window. She raised her eyebrows over her sunglasses and he fumbled out a statement of appreciation. She jut grinned back at him, kissed him once more through the open window, and drove off.