It seemed that my good deed was, in fact, rewarded. When I’d stopped in for a bite to eat before going home, Mark was starting to shoo patrons out. We went to high school together, and had been friends for years, so when I offered to keep his place open, he agreed enthusiastically, and thanked me endlessly. Nobody wants to close their business, especially when they’re the only bar in town. But family comes first, and it was their first baby. He was beside himself with excitement.

It was a slow night, and even though I could have been home working on my own house, I didn’t mind giving up one night to help a friend. Then, when I saw her walk in, my heart skipped a beat. Not knowing her name barely mattered. I was excited to see her, and that was evident immediately, as I felt my chest tighten and my face get hot. I had a crush on this chick and I didn’t even know her name.

I spent a good portion of the night pouring her drinks, not strong ones, and playfully bantering with her. As the night dragged on, and she still hadn’t given me her name, I was mildly frustrated, but also more intrigued than ever. She had an exotic way about her. Maybe it was that I hadn’t met anyone new in such a long time, but she was interesting and sweet, with a tinge of that sass that turned me on. We talked about what to do in town, and so as not to overstep my bounds, I didn’t make any offers to accompany her or anything. I simply told her all the things I thought she might enjoy through the summer.

Never once did she offer up her name, but when she looked like she was ready to leave, I was also closing up.

“Why don’t you wait just a moment, and I’ll walk you out,” I offered. Truth be told, it was perfectly safe for her to walk to her car, which was probably parked right out front. But I wanted to spend a few more minutes with her.

She delivered a slightly sideways smile at me, as if she knew that I knew she could walk out on her own, but she nodded. She picked up her small purse, slinging it over her shoulder while I shut off the lights and grabbed my keys. It was way darker than I thought it would be, and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed she hadn’t moved. Realizing she probably couldn’t see at all, and wasn’t familiar with the room enough to know where to walk, I grabbed her hand gently.

Taking it, she squeezed it slightly, making me want to pull her into me. “Sorry, I didn’t realize quite how dark it would be when I turned off the lights. Hold my hand, I know the way.” I started to pull her toward the direction of the door, but she didn’t budge. “Is everything ok?” I turned back to her, when she pulled on my hand, bringing me to her.

Unlike anything I’d ever anticipated, she dropped my hand, and ran hers along my chest, pressing herself against me. My cock knew what was happening before my brain did, as I stood there stoically for a moment, letting it happen. Once my brain caught up, I grabbed her face with my hands, planting my lips on hers, practically sucking in her breath. As she leaned her body into mine, lowering her hands around my waist, my cock strained against my jeans again. There was no way she couldn’t feel what she was doing to me.

Now, I’m completely unattached, and I’m a guy, but a hookup in a bar after hours isn’t something that I’d done before. Certainly not with a woman whose name I didn’t know; but the things she did to me made me forget my own name. I grabbed the hair at the base of her neck, tilting her head to the side as I devoured her neck with kisses. Hearing her pant at my touch was driving me wild.

“Please tell me your name,” I breathed into her ear, continuing my assault on her neck while pulling her more tightly against me.

Shaking her head slightly, she quietly replied, after letting out a slight moan. “No. Hmm mmm. You don’t need my name.” Her hands began to explore underneath my shirt, and as her fingertips ran along the waistband of my jeans, I stopped caring what her name was for a minute and let her consume me. I yanked my shirt off over my head, right there in the bar, dropping it to the floor. Following my lead, she let me first take her purse off, followed by her shirt, leaving her standing in front of me in her jeans and a bra.

I ran my thumb across her nipple underneath the lace, and as it hardened from my touch, she let out a quiet moan. I pulled the lace down underneath her breasts, exposing her tight little nipples, and bent down to take one in my mouth, massaging the other between my thumb and forefinger. As she tossed her head back, letting me roll my tongue around each one, going back and forth between them, I pulled us back behind the bar, leaving our shirts in the middle of the floor.

Picking her up and setting her back down gently on top of the cooler, I ran my tongue along her neck, unable to keep my hands from roaming over her body. As she reciprocated, feverishly clawing me to her, she started to unzip my pants. Completely unable to believe what was happening, the beautiful stranger stopped me.

“Do you have protection?” she asked, right before biting her lower lip gently. The only sound besides our breathing, was the faint hum of the coolers, one of which I had her sitting on, legs wrapped around me.

“Yeah, I do. Are you sure you want this? Here?” I prayed she’d say yes, even though I felt like she was the kind of girl I should have brought back to my house, where I could worship her body properly.

“Yes. It’s exactly what I want right now.” She flashed me a wicked grin, and I kissed her again, pulling her head back to access her neck again. As I inhaled between kisses, the scent of her perfume reminded me of honeysuckles in the spring, when they’re all in bloom along main street. It’s all you can smell. As everything about her began to overtake my senses, I ran my hands along her middle, reaching for the button on her pants.

She was grabbing at my waistband again, fumbling with the zipper to my jeans while planting kisses on my neck and chest. Each time her lips touched my skin, it was like a small electrical current ran through me, igniting my desire for her more with each one. I unzipped her jeans, slipping my hand into them, where I could feel the string from what had to be some sexy underwear. Too bad I wasn’t going to get to enjoy it. We were too far gone at that point. Once I had them unzipped, I stepped away, holding her legs out and grabbing her pants at the ankles. She must have kicked her shoes off at some point, because they weren’t in the way, and with her assistance, they were off in one swift tug. I slung them up on the bar, and lunged back between her legs, running my hands along her sides, taking in her curves.

I couldn’t see her that well because the lights were out, but her shadowy figure was incredible. Part of me wanted to just fuck her hard and fast, but I needed a taste. I dropped to my knees, which put her center right in my face. As I grabbed around her ass, pulling her toward me, to where she rested just barely off the edge, she swung her legs over my shoulders and leaned back on her elbows. Hearing her pant, anticipating what was coming, had my cock straining for release. But not yet. Her ‘barely there’ underwear was still on, but I wasn’t moving to get rid of them; I had the perfect spot. I took my thumb and gently slid them aside before rubbing her tight little clit. As a shiver went through her, she gasped for air, just before sliding a tiny bit closer, letting me know her intentions.

“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” I asked, inhaling the sweet scent of her.

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“Is this what you want?” I gently ran my thumb across her clit again.

“Oh, yes,” she hissed.

“Tell me. Tell me you want me to eat your sweet pussy,” I demanded. I wasn’t usually so bossy, but she brought out the animal in me, and I wanted to hear her tell me she wanted me to feast on her.

“Oh Flynn, I want you to eat my pussy…” She hesitated for a moment, and then continued, “before you fuck me on this cooler.”

Before she took another breath, I began lapping at her dripping wet pussy, sucking on her hard little clit. She rocked her hips into me, fucking my mouth, moaning as I devoured her. I slid my thumb just barely into the entrance of her tight pussy, and she immediately clenched on it, letting me reach my other finger around, near her ass. As her body tightened up, I took my thumb back out, running it along her clit, while I continued to use my other finger to stimulate her close to her ass, which I could tell she’d never let anyone do before.

“Just relax and enjoy it, baby,” I said as I watched her writhe on the cooler, her legs almost wrapped completely around my neck.

I went in for the climax, suckling on her clit while playing with the rim of her ass. My own cock was begging to be freed at this point, and I could feel the precum oozing from the tip. She began to rock into me harder and I held her in place while she exploded, screaming out loudly, shaking uncontrollably. “Flynn! Oh my God! Fuck!”

As she started to come down, I released my grip on her, letting her catch her breath while I grabbed a condom from my wallet. It was surprising that I had one with me - I wasn’t a teenager and didn’t carry them everywhere - but it was given to me at a bachelor party in the last few weeks, and that’s where I’d put it that night.

I stood up, moving her legs from my shoulders to my waist, and finished the work she’d started, undoing my jeans. She leaned forward, kissing my chest again, when I tilted her chin up to capture her lips. Not only did I want her to taste how fucking delicious she was, I loved kissing her. Her kisses were exciting, like first kisses in high school, and I was addicted already.