Lady with the Red Dress on...

"Same time next week?"

He nodded and smiled, not really paying attention but hoping the client didn't notice. He hated these meetings.

Shaking the client's hand as enthusiastically as he could, he absently stirred the ice in his drink and watched the frumpy old man exit the bar.

God, he hated entertaining clients.

And just as he was about to check out the TV stationed above his head and catch the latest scores, a blur of red caught his attention back at the doorway.

He nearly gave himself whiplash when he did a double take, for surely his eyes were deceiving him. Nobody could look that good in red.

The fabric of the dress fit like a second skin, highlighting her every curve, with a long slit right up the side.

While he couldn't fathom what she could possibly be doing in a place like this, dressed to kill like she was, his mood suddenly perked up.

He unconsciously straightened his shoulders and watched her progress as she chose a high top across from where he sat at the bar.

Forcing himself to look away, he ordered another drink and tried to focus on the baseball game playing on one of several big screened TVs.

He couldn't do it though, he found himself looking over the rim of his glass at the lady with the red dress on.

She slid onto her chair, the slit in her dress falling to the side as she crossed her legs

Mouthwatering, he watched the way her sleek legs slipped over one another, his eyes traveling the length of those long, glorious appendages as he skimmed the rest of her body.

From the way her dress hugged her waist, to her ample cleavage all but threatening to spill over the top of the gown, surely it was enough to give any many a heart attack.


And when he dared look north of those voluptuous, and creamy globes, it was then that their eyes clashed. Like a lightning bolt, a shock of electricity shot through his body.

She was looking at him!

He quickly turned around, expecting to see some studly bodybuilder behind him, but noticing no one other than a family seated in a booth to his right, he turned back to look at her again.

Sure enough, she was still looking in his direction, and this time, when their gazes collided, his heart nearly tripped a beat. One side of her full red lips turned up at the corner in a half smirk as her brows rose and fell slowly.

Looking away again quickly, he gulped.

But before he could muster the courage to do much more than look in her general direction again, his view was blocked by one of the waitstaff.

The young man stood there for what seemed like the longest minute of his life, probably flirting with her as he took her order, before turning and walking over to the bar.

She was looking down at her menu now. Damn.


And just like that, as if she knew he was watching her, she looked up again.

The waiter, damn him, came back within seconds, sufficiently blocking his view once more while he stood there, shooting the shit with her for several minutes.

He could hear her low throaty laugh from across the bar.

There was a rich smoky quality to it, just the sound of it sent shockwaves of electricity popping throughout his nervous system.

Who was this woman?

When the waiter was finally forced to pry himself away from her to attend to other customers, she was no longer looking in his direction, but instead scanning the restaurant, drink in hand as she toyed absently with the straw.


Plucking a strawberry from the side of her glass, he stared, open-mouthed, as she put the tip of the ripe, juicy fruit to her lips.

She slid the tender fruit in a circle over her full mouth before sliding it between her equally red lips and nipping a small chunk off of it.


Either she had no idea how incredibly sexy and erotic, an image she was presenting just then, or she didn't give a damn who watched. Because she continued to tempt and tease him with that single piece of fruit. Sliding it in and out of her mouth, sucking on it for several long torturous seconds before finally popping it into her mouth and eating it.

It wasn't until minutes later, as she was licking the last of the juice from her fingers that her gaze met his again. And he'd swear, by the feral gleam in those big smoky eyes that she'd known what she was doing all along.

That perhaps she'd been toying with him this whole time.

But why?

Why him? Why not the young, and clearly good-looking waiter? Why not one of several other men currently sitting at the bar?

Not that he considered himself ugly by any means, but surely there were better-looking men than him, or at least, men closer to being in the same league as she was in.

Not that it mattered, because even as he contemplated doing something, anything, about the way she was basically mind fucking him right now, she laid a couple of bills on the table, downed the rest of her drink, and walked towards the exit.

Well hell, he thought to himself. Thoroughly disappointed in both the fact that she was leaving and the fact that his legs didn't yet feel strong enough to support him after the little show she'd put on.

And watching the way the red fabric clung to her backside, the gentle sway of her hips as she maneuvered through the bar, he was forced to swallow the bitter taste of his cowardice at not going over to at the very least, talk to her.

Draining the rest of his own glass, he signaled the bartender to bring him his check, paid his tab, and headed for the restroom.

Might as well head out himself at this rate. No point in sticking around. The chances of another woman of that quality coming into a dump like this were slim to none.

But as he rounded the corner to the restrooms, he noticed the sign on the men's room door.

Just swell.

With limited options, and going home with a full bladder not one of them, he opted for the family restroom instead, flipping the light on and closing the door behind him.

As much as it probably would have amused him, he didn't think the restaurant staff or the ladies for that matter would enjoy having a man in the women's bathroom.

Laughing to himself at the image of a woman screaming as he walked out of one of the stalls and started washing his hands, he hardly noticed when the door opened behind him.

But as a whoosh of cool air blew past him, he quickly shook himself and shoved it back in his pants, at least he'd been able to finish!

Annoyed, he turned around to give whoever it was a piece of his mind, even if he had forgotten to lock the door.

"Hey, someone's...."

The words, however, died a quick death upon his lips as he came face to face with the lady in the red dress.

He gulped audibly.

She stood just in the doorway, watching him as he stared at her while trying his best to regain what little composure he'd started with.

He wasn't sure what he should be doing in a situation like this. Should he apologize? No, wait, she walked in on him!

A thousand and one thoughts crowded his mind at once, torn between excusing himself and suggesting something so vile and inappropriate that she was sure to slap him, he could do little more than what he was currently doing.

Standing and staring.

Before he could sort through the jumble of thoughts and images though, and come up with a coherent sentence, she reached behind herself, locked the door and started walking towards him.



Instinctively, he backed up, stopping when he came up against the wall.

Without a word, she reached out to him, running her hands along his arms, down his waist and landing on the snap of his jeans, where she quickly went to work.


"Wha wha what are you doing?" He stammered, his pulse beginning to race.

Lowering herself to her knees in front of him now though, she placed a finger to her lips and signaled for him to be quiet.

Was this really happening? He thought to himself as she slid down the length of his body, dragging his jeans down around his ankles and reaching into his boxers.

And all the while, as she continued to undress him, she looked up at him, watching him, watch her.

A mischievous little glimmer lit her eyes as she gripped him firmly in her hands, he jerked slightly at the contact.

She handled him, stroked him, nibbling on her lower lip and moaning as she fondled him to a quick arousal.

She licked her lips, then leaning forward, she took him fully into her mouth, her tongue circling the head of his shaft and flicking it with hard rough strokes.

He braced himself against the wall, his hands automatically going to her head, his fingers lacing in her thick silky hair.

And she moaned louder, the sound deep in her throat, the thrum of the vibration going straight through his body as she continued to suck and lave at his manhood.

Breathing hard, his chest heaving, she brought him to the peak of combustion before pulling away, laughing as she licked her plump lips, and wiped at the moisture around them.

"What's your name?" She asked, turning and reaching behind her for her discarded purse.

It took him a minute to calm himself, to fully comprehend that she'd just spoken, let alone what she'd said.

"Isn't it a little late for that now?" He finally managed.

She chuckled, sparing him a glance over her shoulder as she fished through her purse.

And just as he was about to start righting his clothes, she stood up, shaking her head at him. "Uh-uh, I'm not done with you yet."

"You're not?" He asked in disbelief, cocking an eyebrow and taking the time to straighten his glasses.

"What's your name,?" she repeated, chewing on her lower lip with her head tilted to the side.

"Jason, why?"

The smile she gave him was nearly as potent as her oral subjugation had been.

"I just wanted to know who's name I'd be screaming in a few minutes." She replied, shoving a small square wrapper into his hands. "Here, help me out with this will you?"


She didn't wait for a response, however, turning away from him as she pulled her hair into a ponytail and slid her hands under her dress to remove a scrap of lace he supposed passed for a g-string.

When she turned back to find him doing little else besides gaping at her, she began to laugh in earnest. Walking up to him and running a finger along his mouth.

"I love your lips, Jason. I want you to put them on me. Now."

He gulped again, fumbling now with the condom wrapper as her hands trailed lower, down his chest, and along his abdomen until she was once again gripping him firmly in her hands, stroking him into another frenzy.

How he managed to finally get the damned condom on with her hands ravaging his body was beyond him, but before he realized what he was doing, they'd switched places, with her against the wall, and those lips of his that she just loved, frantically devouring her.

Just the taste of her was like an aphrodisiac, his senses spiraling crazily out of control as he endured one narcotic like kiss after another.

His lips sought her neck, her ears, the tops of her breasts, and chest heaving, her fingers digging into his scalp and twisting in his thick brown hair, she moaned, practically purring as he continued to explore her body.

With one hand still in his hair, she yanked his mouth back up to hers, thrusting her tongue inside and willing him to put up a fight, to battle her for control. With the other hand, she managed to pull him closer, to jump and wrap herself around him, her legs clutching and clamping around his waist.

Gripping her buttocks for leverage, he gave her what she wanted, with one deft movement, he thrust himself into her, sheathed himself with her body to the hilt.

She gasped his name, burying her face in his neck and nipping at his shoulder in an attempt to stifle the moans that grew louder with each shove of his body into hers.

With all the strength and control he could muster, he carried her over to the sink, bracing her on top of it to get better leverage, to force himself further inside her tight little body.

With her dress up around her waist, his pants around his ankles and their flesh joined so completely, they began to quicken their paces, the crescendo of pleasure building, nearing the plateau as they climbed higher together.

He couldn't think as he pounded himself into her, as she moaned, and true to her word, screamed his name over and over, commanding him to go faster, harder, deeper. Begging him to make her come.

He should have cared about whether or not anyone could hear him, but with her lips on his neck, her breath a feather-light caress against his heated skin, and her nails clawing into his back, all Jason could do, was hold on and enjoy the ride.

She threw her head back then, panting and groaning in pure ecstasy as her legs tightened around him, as her muscles constricted in the orgasm that finally overtook her. Shook her to her very core, the world fading and then crashing all around her.

And as her body pulsed and convulsed to the rhythm of his pounding heart, a million colors exploded like fireworks in his head, swimming before his eyelids when his own release consumed him, took him under and drowned him in wave after wave of insurmountable pleasure, spilling himself into her.

She sat there for a moment afterward, her back against the mirror as she caught hold of her breathing and watched him pull himself together.

A wicked smile graced those cherry red lips, nearly swollen from his onslaught.

Scooting down from the counter, she snatched her panties from the floor and shoved them into her purse. 

With a light pat to his cheek, her fingers lingering and trailing down his chest, she gave him one last smile and headed for the still locked door, opening it and blowing him a quick kiss before disappearing from view.

This was my first *inspired* fantasy blog, and I'm so thankful that they were willing to open up to me and share one of their most intimate desires with me! Takes a certain amount of guts for sure!

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