With wide eyes Rayna quickly exclaimed, “No! No! It’s not that.” She smiled bashfully. “It’s actually a very sophisticated piece. It’s intrigued me since the first time I saw you pull it out in your boardroom during my proposal. I’ve always wondered…” her voice trailed off.
Rayna was cute when embarrassed and flustered. I wanted to toss her ass on the bar and put my face at the apex of her thighs. I reeled in those heavy desires. Instead, I pulled out the watch again, this time I removed it and the globe attached to it that she had given me in Mexico and placed it on the bar top. I used it damn near everyday but rarely give much thought to the significance of it because it’s become a part of my daily rhythm. Watching the gold exterior glistening under the overhead lights of the bar flooded back memories.
“It was my father’s. He’d wear it out when he put on his best clothing and took my mom out for the evening or when we, as a family, visited the mosque. I, too, found his possession and usage of it sophisticated.” I found myself entranced with vivid memories of my old man in a suit and dangling the watch in his hand as he talked to my mother or flipping the shell to check the time when needed. He was a cool and graceful dude. “It’s the only memorabilia that I have of him. When I was released from juvie and returned to my mother’s abandoned apartment, I found it ransacked. In panic, I searched for clues to learn what happened or who could have done it. As I cleaned up, I fumbled with a kitchen draw that was behaving stubbornly when I tried to align it on the track. I got frustrated with it…my situation of being alone and not knowing where my mother was and fearing the worse of her wellbeing, so I tossed the draw across the room. It landed upside down and I found this watch duck tapped to the bottom of the draw.”
I chuckled to break the buildup of emotions threatening in my throat at the sharp memory even through my inebriated state. “Well, anyway, I felt like it was a sign from my old man telling me that I wasn’t alone. I’ve carried it with me ever since seeking to mimic his style and grace. I’ve been wearing it for so long that I don’t think about it.”
I looked over to Rayna whose face was blank. I didn’t wonder too long about what she was thinking because she breathed, “I think you nailed it.” She blushed softly “Whenever I see you whip it out, I get…aroused.” She subsequently snorted in embarrassment from letting that slip. It was much to my delight.
Wrinkling my nose I asked, “Yeah?”
She giggled as she nodded her head confirming it. Rayna was fucking beautiful, especially in her natural state. She looked young and carefree, not her usual guarded self. I wanted to revel in the moment. I slowly grabbed the globe, lifted the watch from the bar top, dangled it over her shoulder, and slowly drug it down her neck onto her cleavage where I planned to trail my tongue. Rayna stilled in her seat.
“You arouse me,” I murmured as I lowered the watch to slip under her dress and over her left breast. Rayna’s eyes were pinned to mine.
With my knee, I parted her legs on the stoop. Her eyes dropped to her lap where her bare thighs were now completely exposed through the opening of her wrap dress. Rayna’s mouth collapsed as I brought the dangling watch down between her legs and allowed the heavy shell to rub against the bed of her panties. She was panting in no time. Fucking gorgeous. My dick throbbed in my pants. I needed to break the heated moment because I didn’t want her first time with me to be in a bar. Perhaps the second.
Rayna beat me to it.
“Let’s go upstairs. I think we’ve taken up enough of their time down here” she whispered.
I watched her collect herself as she moseyed from her stoop and away from the bar. On our way out I asked, “How did you get them to keep the bar opened after hours; especially at this hour?”
“I just told them I knew Azmir Jacobs…”