John walked through the doors and entered the smoky, darkened
bar. Music blared loudly in his ears as he swept his eyes over the
crowded room, searching for someone.
Then he saw her, sitting at the bar, her back to him. Her long
blond hair curled and cascaded down her bare back. She donned
a skintight black dress that was short enough to reveal most of
her shapely legs. She sat cross-legged on the barstool and the
dress slowly crept up her thigh with every shift of her body. From
his vantage point, John couldn’t see the front of the dress but he
was sure that like the rest, it kept little to the imagination. And
from the way the bartender kept in close proximity with this
blonde beauty and the frequent downward shift of his eyes, John
was sure there was plenty to look at.
John kept to the back of the bar, drinking in the sight of her.
Although all he wanted to do was grab her and take her home to
bed; he knew how to play this game. She had called him at work
and requested to play this one specifically. And with these types
of games, the reward was always worth it.
John leaned against the back wall, waiting. And he did have to
wait long. A blonde man who had been sitting with his buddies
and eyeing Marlena all night shuffled up and sat on the stool next
to her. He leaned in close and whispered something into her ear.
Marlena leaned in also, her bare knees coming to touch along the
side of the man’s jean clad thighs. This man’s comment must have
been amusing, for Marlena threw her head back and laughed a
deep, throaty chuckle, exposing her creamy neck and placed her
delicate hand on the man’s forearm in an approving manner.
John remained in the back of the room although he had
abandoned his position against the back wall and now stood
straight and poised. Yes, he was waiting for this to happen but it
still struck a chord in the defensive and protective portion of his
brain. It took all he had not to interfere. But he remembered that
if he played along, it would be well worth it. And watching
Marlena’s flirty movements, her skin glowing from the brandy she
had been drinking, and the fact that she initiated all action,
assured John that she would be more than willing.
The blonde man ordered himself a beer and another glass of
brandy for Marlena. Then, from what John could see, they
entered into a rousing conversation full of laughter, drinking and
more touching.
Once the man placed his palm on the bare, small of Marlena’s
back, it was all John could stand. He removed himself from the
back of the room and sauntered over to the bubbling couple. As
he sat in the stool to the left of Marlena, she barely glanced at
him, avoided all attempts at conversation and lost herself in the
company of her blonde companion.
John ordered a beer and from the corner of his eye, and finally
took in the front portion of his wife’s ensemble, or lack thereof.
The bartender had good reason to stare. Marlena’s plunging
neckline made part of John want to cover her and punch any man
who dare look. But the more demanding part of his nature
wanted to bend her over the bar and have his way with her. He
resisted both actions.
John sat quietly and sipped his beer. By this time, the blonde’s
arm had affixed itself permanently around Marlena’s waist. John
finished off his beer and leaned over to his wife. “Can I buy you a
drink?” he asked strongly.
Marlena turned and looked at John with heavy eyes, partly due to
the alcohol she had consumed, partly due to arousal. John
secretly prayed that the arousal was of his doing and not the
blonde’s. Before Marlena had time to respond, the blonde piped
- “She has one already,” he said, glaring at John and verbally
marking his territory in typical male fashion.
Without responding, John backed off and ordered himself
another beer. John watched as the blonde’s hand crept slowly up
Marlena’s leg, moving higher from her knee. John knew he had to
play along, but this was getting ridiculous. How far was this guy
going to try to get in the middle of a crowded bar? John knew he
couldn’t allow them to sit like that anymore unless he wanted real
trouble.
John leaned in again. “You look very beautiful tonight,” he said as
he placed on hand high on her open thigh and squeezed. Marlena
turned towards him sharply and the blonde shot up off of his
stool. “Back off, man!” the blonde barked at John, bracing
himself for a fight.
John never took his eyes off of Marlena who stared directly back
at him, their faces a mere inches from each other. John didn’t
remove his hand from her thigh, either. Instead, he gripped
tighter, her soft flesh burning into his. He extended his fingers
upward and brushed the tips against the silky material of her
panties, enticingly wet from excitement, as he said, “I’m talking to
the lady.”
Before a physical show of manhood could break out between the
two suitors, Marlena, struggling to hide the effect John’s hands
were having on her, put one hand against John’s chest and the
other on her strange suitor’s and pushed the two apart. Taking
her eyes from John and turning to the blonde she said, “What do
you say we play some pool?”
The two left John sitting and headed towards the pool table.
John sat and tried to ignore the billiard playing couple and
concentrate on his beer. However, the feel of Marlena’s bare
thigh had marked his memory and all he wanted to do was to find
sweet escape in her skin.
He swiveled on his stool and watched his wife and a stranger play
pool. Marlena had taken notice of her husband’s gaze and
purposely chose a shot that would allow her to bend in his
direction and give him a clear view of her cleavage. As Marlena
leaned and lined up her shot, her ass high in the air and long arms
stretched out before her, John felt himself bulge and his jeans fit
a little tighter.
After Marlena missed several shots in a row (mostly for show
because she was known to run the table when she played
seriously) the blonde offered to help her line up her shot. He
stood directly behind her and grabbing her by her waist, pulled
her towards him. He enfolded his body around hers and stretched
out in front of her body, held his arms along side hers and the
stick. He whispered instructions in her ear and ended them with a
kiss on her neck.
This was all John could take. He slammed his beer on the bar,
stormed past the blondes and out the door. Marlena watched him
leave but said nothing to stop him. She pulled herself from her
suitor’s arms and thanked him for his instruction. For further
show, she sank her next shot. Marlena waited patiently as the
blonde shot his round of pool and before her next shot she
excused herself from his presence.
She exited the darkened bar and entered the quiet night. She
visually scanned the parking lot with no luck. Noticing a darkened
alley at the side of the building, she walked towards it and smiled
when she found what she was looking for.
John leaned against the wall, waiting. Part of him wished he
smoked. It would have been a good way to pass the seemingly
endless time.
Marlena sauntered up to him with a seductive grin on her face.
She pressed herself against him, looked up innocently and waited
for his next move. “It’s about damn time,” he said as he grabbed
her face in his hands and gave her a rough, deep kiss. She bit his
lip as they pulled apart.
She ran her hands down his chiseled chest and moved down past
his waist. She grabbed his groin roughly with her right hand and
feeling his hardness she said, “Someone’s been waiting very
patiently.”
“No more waiting,” he growled as he took her by the shoulders
and whipping her around, pressed her hard against the brick wall.
His hands pushed her short skirt up around her waist and he
licked the space between her breasts all the way up to nip at the
soft skin of her neck. She moaned her approval and as his hand
cupped her womanhood possessively she took her own and held
his there. “How did it make you feel?” she breathed into his ear. “I
want to hear you tell me as you touch me,” she commanded and
she released her grip on his hand.
His fingers pressed against her warmth through her panties,
spreading her and circling her clit, covered with the material
shroud as he began. “When I saw you sitting at the bar I almost
came in my pants. You looked so hot, all I wanted to do was
spread you.” Finishing this sentence he moved his fingers inside
her panties and he moaned at the feel of her wetness. He now
knew her wetness was all his doing and it would soon be his
undoing. His fingers slid expertly over her and she squirmed in
slippery pleasure under his touch. “Then that guy came up and
started touching you. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to turn you
around and fuck you right in front of him so he and everyone else
in that bar would know you are mine.” After this comment John
sucked and bit her neck and ripped her soaked panties off of her.
He typically preferred to taste her sweet juices before he entered
her. Liked to shove his tongue deep inside her and grip her hips
as she pressed against his face and laced her fingers through his
hair. But this time she had gotten him too worked up. He needed
some release himself.
It didn’t take long for Marlena to help rid him of his jeans and
jockeys and his hardened member sprang forward, thick and
pulsating. Marlena braced herself against the wall as John gripped
her thighs, lifted her and entered her swiftly. They both moaned
and began pumping in deep, long strokes of pleasure.
Meanwhile, the blonde had gotten curious concerning the
whereabouts of his pool partner and wandered outside to find
her. He heard sounds coming from the alley and came across her
being pleased up against the wall, quiet happily, by the man who
had been pestering her in the bar. Dejected, he walked away and
muttered under his breath, “Bitch.” Lucky for the blonde, John
was too engrossed in other activities to hear the blonde call his
wife a bitch. Otherwise, the suitor would have been in pieces on
the ground. John would have made sure of that.
Marlena pulled John closer and grasped at his back. “Oh, ffffuck
me John! Yes! Fuck me!” she implored.
John pulled in and out of her slippery heat, losing himself in the
glorious skin to skin contact. He felt her constrict around him as
she sputtered and sobbed her release. A few more sharp thrusts
and he was there also, pumping to a blissful end.
They stood silent, breathing heavy until their bodies calmed down.
He released her from her position against the wall and in a loving
gesture, smoothed her dress down. She kissed his lips tenderly.
He brought his hand to rest upon the side of her face and said,
“It really isn’t very nice to lead other men on like that,” he said
matter of factly.
“You didn’t seem to mind,” she said smiling sweetly, knowing that
it was cruel yet enjoying the power.
He grinned at her sweet yet sinister streak and said, “Yeah, but I
get to go home with the prize.”
THE END
The Jarlena Journal 