Inspired by the Masturbation Monday meme found at A Sexual Being.

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She was leaning against the bar, half watching the game, idly playing on her phone. He’d been watching her all night–hell, all month if he’d be honest with himself. Every Sunday, Monday, and Thursday, she rolled in, ordered a 7 and 7, and pretended to watch whatever football game was on the big screen.

Most of the time she was alone, but obviously a regular. Men and women alike greeted her by name and she’d chit chat with the old timers on a regular basis.

But she was never receptive to men she didn’t know. Chase had watched time and time again as men would come up and offer her a drink, try to make small talk, but she’d never bite. And if a guy would linger too long, eventually she’d get a text or someone, typically the brunette behind the bar, would come and call her away. Every single time, like clockwork.

Chase swallowed his drink, trying to gain some liquid courage. Tonight, he was going to approach her. He’d caught her eyes on him a few times and maybe once even a smile, although he couldn’t be sure.

He watched and waited until her drink was almost empty, then walked up to the bar, pushing his empty bottle toward the edge.

“Hi,” he said, throwing her a smile.

She smiled back. “Hi.”

“It’s Chelsie, right?”

She nodded and he held out his hand.

“I’m Chase.”

The brunette barmaid walked over, “Another Yuengling?”

“Yeah. And get Chelsie another drink, too,” Chase paused. “A chip if she doesn’t want a drink now.”

The bartender glanced at Chelsie, her eyebrows raised in question.

Chelsie nodded to her friend behind the bar, “It’s okay. I’ll take another.” She finished off her glass and pushed it toward her.

She turned, facing Chase and looked at him.

He swallowed his nerves. “Listen, I’m not a douche. Or a creep.” He took a breath and looked her in the eyes. “So I’m going to be straight up with you.”

She chuckled. “I appreciate that.”

The bartender returned with their drinks and Chase threw a $20 on the bar.

“You good?” the bartender asked Chelsie before getting his change.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she said, looking at Chase and rolling her eyes.

She took a drink, then said, “You were being up front…”

It was his turn to laugh. “I see you in here, day after day, and you shoot down every guy who talks to you.”

“That’s because I’m not interested.”

“I’ve heard,” he said, tipping his beer back. “And that’s why I’m not trying to get your number.”

Chelsie smiled, “Is that so?”

“Sure is. See, the thing is, I think you’re beautiful, but I’m not interested in dating right now either.”

She leaned causally against the bar, playing with the straw in her drink. “And why’s that?”

“Well, there’s lots of reasons for that, but none that really matter. Let’s just say I’m enjoying some ‘me’ time. Without any drama.”

She nodded, “I get that.”

“But,” he said, lowering his voice and leaning in toward her, “that doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re beautiful.”

Her eyes met his and held, searching them to try to find out what his game was.

“And the thing is,” he paused, “I think I could make you feel very, very good.”

“And how is that?” She wasn’t smiling any more, but was leaning in towards him, waiting for his response.

Chase stammered. He’d not expected to still be standing her, let alone her to ask something like that.

“Well?” She started to pull back from him.

“Wait,” he reached out and laid his hand on hers. “Hear me out.”

She looked at him.

“You don’t know me. I don’t know you. Neither of us is interested in forming any type of relationship. We’ve got no history. No future. Just tonight.” He rolled her hand over in his, caressing it. Leaning forward, he whispered, “And I promise you, I can make you cum. Again and again.”

He heard her breath catch, but stayed there, leaning in against her. When she didn’t respond right away, he started to pull back. But she reached out and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back towards her. “But I don’t even know you,” she said, brushing her breasts against his chest.

Moving a hand to her waist, he leaned in a little more. Turning his head so his lips moved against her ear, he said, “You don’t need to,” his hand tightening on her side.

She pulled back and looked at him, studying him, eyes moving across his face. She’d never had someone just come up and be so arrogant, yet charming, up front, but somehow sweet. She moved back towards him, again pressing her breasts against him. Her lips moved close to his ear, “You’ve got 10 minutes.”

She stepped back and picked up her phone, typing something in. “Starting now.” Picking up her glass, she took a long swig. She looked at him and smiled, “Let’s see if you can convince me.”

“Ten minutes?”

“Yep.”

Without a second though, Chase grabbed her and pulled her to the back of the bar, navigating through the crowd. Once out the back door, he spun around, moving against her until she was up against the wall.

He towered over her, watching her eyes, her lips, watching her breath quicken. He bent to the right, leaning in, and watched as her lips reached for his. He stopped, tilting to the left instead and bent down to kiss her.

Her lips opened under his and tongue met tongue. His lips moved over hers, tasting her, exploring her and his cock started to stir. His hands reached for her waist and pulled her to him.

His cock pressed against her and she moaned into his mouth.

Chase dropped one hand to Chelsie’s ass and gripped her flesh through her loose skirt. His hand lowered and pulled her thigh up towards his hip. Shifting his weight, he moved his leg forward, his thigh resting between her legs.

He moved, his mouth leaving hers to trail along her neck before he took her earlobe between his teeth, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His lips met hers again as he pulled her toward him and down, on to his thigh.

She moved on him, slow at first, hesitant, but as Chase’s hands started to roam, she gave into her body, letting it move at its own accord.

His mouth was all over her. On her lips, her cheeks, her collarbone. His lips, his tongue, and his teeth caressed her as his hand moved up her thigh, under her skirt, his fingertips playing across her flesh.

When his fingers ran over the fabric of her panties, she moaned aloud into his mouth. Her sounds encouraged him, and he thrust against her.

Reaching down, Chase picked up her other leg, took a step toward the wall, where he pinned her there with the weight of his body. Chelsie wrapped both legs around his waist and curled her fingers into his hair.

He shifted, re-positioned her so his cock was pressing against her, feeling her heat through her panties. He gave a little thrust, his cock hard against her clit. His fingers moved again to her panties, playing with her until the fabric was damp. He lifter her higher, and his mouth moved down her neck, until his lips covered her nipple.

He could feel it harden underneath her shirt and his teeth scrapped across it. Chelsie gasped and pulled his head closer to her body.

Chase’s fingers moved to the edge of her panties, slipping his fingers under the fabric. He groaned around her nipple when he found her lips wet and bare, his fingers gliding across the smooth, soft skin.

He couldn’t resist the feel of her pussy, and after running his fingers over her swollen clit, he pushed two fingers in to her.

Chelsie’s head feel back and she arched against him, trying to push harder, get his fingers deeper. Chase pushed a third finger into her wetness and bit down hard on her nipple.

Her fingers wrapped in to his hair, tugging and pulling and pushing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she panted.  “Yes… That feels so fucking good.” Her hips bucked against him and he pushed his cock harder against her.

Pulling his mouth away from her nipple, his teeth scrapped her neck until he reached her ear.

“Can you cum for me, pretty girl?” he whispered, pushing his fingers deeper, curling them inside her.

“Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes, yes.” Chelsie pulled his head towards her, crushing her lips against his.

Chase could feel her pussy begin to clench, tightening on his fingers and it was almost as if he could feel it on his cock, feel her throbbing around him, squeezing him tight.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he said, placing kisses wherever he could reach flesh.

As Chelsie’s orgasm waned, she leaned her head back on the building and smiled.

Chase leaned in and kissed her and as he sat her down on her feet, her phone rang.

“Shit!” Chelsie burst into laughter. She scrambled around before answering with a quick, “Yeah. Thanks, I’m cool. Talk to you tomorrow,” and hung up without listening to a word the other person said.

“Well then,” she turned to look at Chase, smoothing her skirt and shirt.

“Well then,” he repeated, smiling at her.

“I’d say you convinced me,” she walked toward him and laid a hand on his chest, her thumb stroking his nipple through his t-shirt. “So, your place or mine?”

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