-"Hello, my name is Vicky. Would you care for some company?"
Charlie nodded his consent, as he gulped down the rest of his whiskey. Vicky poured herself on the bar stool next to him. Her scent intoxicated him from such a close proximity. She was still a lovely woman, even if slightly past her prime.
Her pendulous breasts valiantly defied gravity, those encased in a backless halter top.
-"Would you like to order a drink?" Charlie asked as his pupils dilated when fixated on the decolletage which framed the deep valley of her cleavage.
-"I'd love one, thanks." Vicky motioned to the bartender.
After the ritual preliminaries, were each sniffed one another and automatically registered the texture, scent, and tone of each other, Vicky gently lanced her fingers with Charlie’s hand, then she led him to a room upstairs of this establishment.
Each knew what they where here for, and proceeded to deal with the business aspect. After tucking the folded bills into the inside pocket of her purse, Vicky systematically took off every particle of clothing, with the expediency of a production line worker.
Charlie sat slowly on the edge of the bed and took a sip of his whiskey glass, while he drank her in with his eyes. At leisure, he took a detailed inventory of every inch of her anatomy -- the good as well as the flawed.
Vicky was not used to being inspected with such blatant curiosity, as if she were an anomaly. She planted her hands on her hips, and asked him if he planned to get rid of his clothing.
-“There’s no rush Vicky, don’t worry about the clock.” Charlie said in a hoarse tone. –“I want you to walk slowly towards the door, then come back here.”
Vicky did as was told.
-“No! I don’t want you to march towards the door! I want you to saunter there gracefully, while you swing your hips side to side. Do it again please, and this time take your time.”
Vicky attempted her walk again, this time taking her time while shaking her rump. She ended her catwalk an inch away from where Charlie sat.
One calloused hand provided a lift to ease the heavy weight of her sagging breast, while the other hand traveled the whiskey glass to his lips. After taking a sip, he asked her to do the walk again.
-“This time Vicky, I want you to retrieve your black stockings which you rapidly discarded, as well as your shoes, and put those on for me. Please face the door, and be sure to bend down all the way to secure properly the shoe clasp. And please – take your time.”
Vicky intuited that Charlie was a voyeur. She played the game, taking her time straightening the back seams of her stockings, while giving him a close-up of her derriere, as well of the portal which lay ensconced between the pillars of her thighs.
She took an inordinate amount of time to secure the straps of her high-heeled shoes. When done, she pivoted towards Charlie to stand a small distance from where he sat utterly engrossed in watching her movements like a hawk.
Charlie raises his right hand and asks Vicky to take a sip of his whiskey. Vicky does as instructed, then feels the rest of the whiskey spill down her chin, down to her breasts, as Charlie takes it upon himself to baptize her with the fiery liquid.
When there's not a drop left to pour, Charlie releases the glass and grabs hold of Vicky as he pulls her towards him and presses his face to her breasts. He encircles her body with his arms and holds her to him this way for the longest time.
Vicky intuits that this guy simply wants comfort, as well as to look at her ass. With her free hands, she alternated between embracing him back, as well as softly running her fingers through his hair.
After what seems a very long time, Vicky feels tremors shaking Charlie's frame, as well as her own in turn. She feels hot tears trickling down onto her breasts, these mingling with the evaporating whiskey on her skin.
To be continued…
