Reunion

You walk into the bar late Saturday night with a mission, a game plan of sorts. Your hair is tied back into a loose ponytail, which is quite the contrast from your skin tight white skirt and black crop top. You probably look like a hooker, but frankly you could care less. Tonight is all about revenge. You make your way over to the bar, the clicking of your three inch golden heels reverberating in your ears even over the intensely loud music. You can feel dozens of eyes watching you, picturing what you looked like under that minimal amount of clothing. Pity, you don’t plan on sleeping with anyone tonight. You reach the bar and order two dirty martinis, both for your own consumption. As you wait for the bartender to prepare your drinks you let your heavily lined eyes wander around the rest of the bar’s occupants, your eyes falling upon an attractive man with shoulder length dark hair and cheekbones to die for. There is something strangely familiar about him. His chocolate eyes turn up to meet yours and you feel your heart skip a beat. The gaze is held for a moment before he stands up and approaches you, wearing a very seductive grin.

“Hey babe,” he grins at you. You can’t help but to giggle, recalling this was how you had first met years ago.

“Hello Jeff, fancy meeting you here.”

His face changes from seductive to downright shock as he takes in the fact that you know his name. Suddenly, realization dawns on those handsome features.

“No fucking way,” he manages a chuckle, “Sugarbutt, how long has it been?”

“A while,” you reply as the waiter brings back your martinis and you suck one back easily.

“What brings you here?” Sands asks you.

“Vacation with the boyfriend,” you answer lamely. Sands’ head shoots up and he looks around the bar.

“So where is the All-American apple pie?” he asks. You soak back the second martini and order two more before answering.

“He’s at the hotel. We’re arguing. He left me alone last night and came back at two in the morning, drunk as fuck.”

“Well sorry to say,” Sands laughs, “But if you don’t slow down, you’ll be doing the exact same thing.”

“Good,” you say, “So what have you been up to lately?”

“Still walking my beat sugar,” Sands answers. You smile and nod politely, remembering what seems like yesterday when Sands told you he was going to leave you for Mexico. You asked if you could go with him, but he refused. And that was the end of that relationship; even if was just a fuck-buddy thing. Your parting words to Sands were that you would miss him most between your legs. That gave the motherfucker a good chuckle. The bartender arrives with your drinks and sets them down in front of you. You take one and Sands takes the other.

“It’s mine,” you warn him. He drinks it anyway, a cocky grin on his face; the little fucker.

“Fuck you Sheldon.”

“That’s the part you miss isn’t it babe?” he leans forward and nibbles on your ear, “Me between your legs.” You almost laugh at the fact that he remembers, but you’re too distracted thinking back to all those wild nights spent with the one and only Sheldon Jeffrey Sands.

“How about one round,” he whispers in your ear, “For old time’s sake.”

“I say we go for two,” you grin.

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Before you know it you’re in Sands’ apartment, your back pressed against the door, his tongue ravaging your mouth. You can feel his erection rubbing your lower abdomen and groan into his mouth. You break this kiss for a moment to breathe and to give simple instructions.

“The bedroom.”

Sands grabs your wrist rather roughly and pulls you into another room; one with a bed. You grin at him before tackling his lips again. A new game plan has begun to form in your mind. Slowly, ever so slowly, you work him backwards so that he is sitting on the bed with you standing between his knees. You straddle his legs and feel him rubbing against you. The friction in those tight pants must be killer. You nip playfully at his lips and stand up, leaving him alone on the bed. For a moment he looks angered but then he sees you kick off your heels and he knows what’s coming next. Slowly and seductively you slip off your skirt and shirt, leaving you in lacy black lingerie. You can feel the wetness pooling in your panties and the foreplay is making you want Sands more than anything else. You straddle him once more, undoing the buttons on his shirt and kissing his chest as you go along. You slide onto your knees to reach the final few buttons and you can feel Sands digging his fingers into your scalp, urging you to do what he knows will eventually come. You decide to be a bitch and keep him waiting, licking from his naval to his neck. He groans and his hands fly to your breasts, rubbing them through the lacy material. You can feel your nipples harden under his touch and you unclip your bra, letting it slide to the floor, leaving you completely exposed for Sands. Before he can react, you slip back to your knees and make quick work of his pants and boxers so that his manhood is all yours. You relax you throat and take his entire length into your mouth, sucking for all your worth. His hand is tangled in your hair, pushing you farther. You bite down a few times and after only a few minutes he releases into your mouth. You swallow, forgetting how good Sheldon actually tasted.

“That qualifies as one round,” you smirk as you stand up, taking in Sands’ completely naked body. He looks like he was perfectly sculpted from the most amazing marble. He notices your gaze and grins.

“You promised me two,” he says, pulling you onto the bed and rolling over so he is on top of you. He trails sloppy wet kisses down your body, stopping briefly at your breasts to play around with his tongue, and then again right at your waist. You feel his hand press against you through your panties and your back arches up.

“So wet, babe,” he mutters against your stomach. He begins to rub your heat through your underpants and you moan loudly. His free hand moves up to your breast and teases you. Your toes are nearly curling at the intense pleasure you feel. It’s a pleasure that turns suddenly to pain when Sands slips your panties off in one quick motion and inserts a finger inside of you, pumping fiercely and adding a second, then a third.

“Fuck Jeff,” you groan, “Just put it in me.”

“How would you like it babe?”

“Fucking…hard,” you pant. Sands says nothing, but his response is not at all subtle. He thrusts himself roughly inside of you and you scream his name. He begins to pump slowly at first, picking up his pace as your fingers claw into his back. You buck your hips up every time he thrusts down, meeting him halfway, increasing the pleasure tenfold. His hands run all over your body, making you tingle. You wrap your legs around his waist for better leverage and in moments you feel yourself orgasm. Sands comes just seconds after you, moaning. His sweaty body collapses next to yours, your legs still entwined with his. You lay there for a moment before Sands wraps an arm around your shoulder. He reaches out with his other arm and grabs a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the bedside table, lighting one up and taking a drag.

“Next time you’re on vacation look me up,” he grins. You grab the cigarette from his fingers and take a drag yourself. You sit up and put a hand on Sands’ well toned chest.

“How about a third round?”