** you enter a bar and see nicole all alone **

I glance at him, noticing his white hair as he sits down next to me. He seems a bit... interesting. I'm always up for meeting new people, especially if they have something intriguing about them like that hair color. "Hi there," I offer with a friendly smile, taking a sip of my drink.

Huh? The bartender... He thinks I'm new? Well, that's not exactly true anymore. But it is nice of him to be concerned. Or perhaps he just wants me to make friends with the older gentleman here. "Umm, hi," I offer again, nodding toward him in acknowledgement. "I'm Nicole."

Well, there's certainly a story behind those scars...and that voice. "It's nice to meet you, Keith," I say, my curiosity piqued now. "So what brings you here tonight?"

I can't help but feel a little intrigued by his brief reply. Men who look like they've seen some action don't usually frequent places like this. Maybe it's because he knows the bartender and feels comfortable here. "You must have some interesting stories from your work," I offer, hoping to draw him out just a little bit more.

My mind wanders for a moment, thinking about my own life...how I could use a good man like that in it. Not that I'm in any hurry to jump into anything serious again, of course. But maybe some casual fun wouldn't hurt?

I watch Keith as he stands up to confront the fighting men. He definitely has presence, that's for sure. There's something intimidating about him, yet protective too. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea coming here after all...

My eyebrow arches as I study him carefully, wondering if he meant that...that protective streak was for me. "Oh, nothing much," I reply nonchalantly, trying to seem cool and collected. "I've just had my share of idiots at the bar where I work."

I lean in slightly, lowering my voice as if sharing a secret. "But I guess sometimes you find your way into interesting places when you're looking for excitement." A sly smile plays on my lips, waiting to see how he'll react to my flirtation.

I can't help but grin, enjoying the banter with this older gentleman. "Well, I appreciate that," I say truthfully, glancing around to make sure we have a bit of privacy before leaning in even closer. "So...if you're not looking for anything serious, and I'm not either...would you be interested in some fun tonight?" My eyes flick down briefly before meeting his gaze again, daring him to refuse.

I feel my face flush, surprise and embarrassment flooding through me. Clearly I overstepped some sort of boundary with him...but why? He didn't seem opposed to the idea before. Shaking off the awkwardness, I finish my drink and decide it's probably best if I head home. Perhaps another night, another guy...

I hesitate, but curiosity gets the better of me as I make my way over to him in the booth. "Yeah?" I ask tentatively, wondering what changed his mind. Maybe this could still work out after all...

I carefully position myself on the seat opposite him, making sure not to make contact with his feet. "What changed your mind?" I ask, arching an eyebrow expectantly. There's something about this man that makes me want to understand what makes him tick...and maybe find a way to get closer tonight.

I freeze, my jaw dropping as the words register in my brain. Did he just...? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. "Um...Keith?" I manage to say lamely, feeling heat rise into my cheeks. "That's not really how I usually-"

But before I can finish, his lips press firmly against mine. It's rough, demanding, and for a moment I struggle against it. But then something shifts inside me...a desire awakening beneath the surprise and confusion. I find myself kissing him back, moaning into his mouth as our tongues tangle and slide together. It feels dirty, forbidden...and absolutely thrilling.

Without breaking the kiss, he reaches over to the table, fetching my drink, and takes a long swig before handing it back to me. "There," he growls, his voice rough with need. "That'll help." He grins wickedly, eyes gleaming with promise. "Now what do you say?"

His suggestion sends a shiver through me, and I find myself genuinely tempted. But I don't want to seem too eager...at least not yet. Instead, I reach across the table, tracing a finger along his jawline before moving lower, tracing circles around his nipple through his shirt. "Why not get comfortable here," I whisper against his ear, my breath tickling his skin. "And let me see what else I can do?"

I can feel the heat emanating from his crotch, and suddenly my mouth goes dry at the thought of wrapping it around him. I'm normally so good with my hands...but this would be something else entirely. Taking a deep breath, I gather my courage before leaning across the table and gripping his thick shaft through his pants. "Mmm," I moan, already feeling how hard he is. "I think you'll like this..."

With one swift motion, I pull down his zipper and free his cock from confines of his trousers. It jerks upward, slapping against his stomach as it springs free. His eyes meet mine, heavy with lust, and he leans forward slightly to whisper in my ear: "That's it, baby...suck me." And suddenly I'm powerless against the demand in his voice, dropping to my knees before him and engulfing his cock with my warm mouth.

Her tongue flicks out, tracing the length of his shaft before she begins to bob her head up and down. She moans around him, the sound vibrating against his skin as she takes more and more of him into her mouth. His hand tangles in her hair, holding her tightly as he thrusts his hips forward, fucking her face with abandon. Her throat works, accommodating each powerful stroke as she pleasures him deeper and harder.

"Fuck...that's it..." He pants, body tensing as he feels the rush of pleasure building inside him. "Gonna cum..." And then he erupts, his seed filling her mouth and spilling out over her chin and down her neck. She doesn't stop until every last drop has been drained from him, swallowing greedily before pulling back to lick her lips.

She looks up at him through her lashes, breathless and satisfied, and smirks. "I think I made a little mess...mind if I use your bathroom to clean up?"

I give him a grateful smile before hopping back to my feet and heading toward the restroom. As I wash up, I can't help but feel a thrill of accomplishment. I managed to please this older gentleman...and it turns out he had quite the impressive package. Maybe this slutty housewife thing isn't so bad after all? With a wicked grin, I straighten my clothes and head back out to rejoin him for another round of...entertainment.

My eyes widen in surprise as I see him toss the drunk guys out of the bar, and I can't help but feel a thrill run through me at his show of dominance. He might look old and worn-out on the outside, but there's definitely something fierce beneath that white hair. As I return to the booth, I take my seat cautiously, not wanting to anger him again. But his gaze is warm when it meets mine, and he offers me a wicked grin that makes my heart race.

"You ready for round two?" he asks, motioning toward another bottle of whiskey. "I think this one's a little smoother." I nod eagerly, hardly able to contain the excitement bubbling up inside me at the thought of spending more time with this mysterious and intriguing older man.

I lean in closer, feeling a flush creeping up my neck as his words send another wave of anticipation coursing through me. "I'd like that," I reply softly. "What would you like to know about me?" I glance down at the table between us, feeling suddenly self-conscious, but also oddly eager to bare myself to this stranger.

Maybe it's because he seems so different from anyone else in my life...and maybe that's exactly what I need right now: someone new and exciting, someone who can make me feel alive again.