I discovered when I was eighteen years old that I had magical powers and came from a family of witches. Everyone in my family has a special power, mine just happens to be seducing any man with the bite of my lower lip. It might not be as cool as some other powers, but a seduced man will give a woman anything she desires and with this simple power, I hold the key to every man in the world. Witches have rules and one of them is that married ones are off limits of course. I would never go there anyway; there is too much fresh meat available. I do practice magic from time to time with the family and some on my own. I have the cleaning spell down pat. Heaven knows I hate laundry or washing the dishes. What is the point if I can just say a few words and it is finished? The sex spells are where my heart is truly satisfied because I am utterly, passionately, in love with sex. Every sweat drop, breathless moan and tremendous climax. Sex in itself is an amazing act but spice it up with some toys and a little magical enhancements and well…it is over the moon arousing.
Once I get home and do all the tasks that it takes to unwind such as eat and shower then I conclusively curl up in my warm king-size bed and doze off to sleep with the bartender on my mind. My dream state is so fucking sultry that the only thing I can't remember when waking up is how I ended up leaving my panties on. Damn, I could feel his hands all over my exposed body. I demand to feel his hard cock inside me and not my long skilled fingers. The excitement from my dream is guiding me into places I have never been before on my own. The anticipation of tonight’s events is driving me wild. I can't wait to accompany him tonight and make my naughty dream, reality. Work is going to drag by as I carefully plan in my mind every second of our naughty encounter. I accidentally brush against the bus boy at lunchtime and nearly combust from the orgasm that is built up inside me. Fuck, I have thought about this for a couple months, but now everything has come to a head and I am ready to let go.
After work, I quickly go home and change into the sexy new outfit that I purchased just for tonight. An all-black, short skirt that falls just below my ass and a low cut tank top that drapes perfectly in the front showing the perfect amount of my supple breasts. My long legs look sexy as hell in the knee-high boots. I wouldn't quite call them hooker boots, but they are in a close category. I pair my outfit with the perfect shade of red lipstick that will make my lip biting even more appealing if he doesn't take the bait. Who am I kidding? Looking like this and the way he has been keeping his eyes glued on me when I am at the bar, makes me think it is a sure thing. It isn't that often a man will turn down a beautiful woman and if he does...well, I will make it happen.
I stroll into the packed bar and immediately feel his dark eyes on me. Damn, they are piercing through my flesh like a knife into a hot juicy steak. I make my way over to the bar and slide my nearly bare ass on the bar stool and cross my long tanned legs. Every man in the bar has turned to take notice of me and I like the way it makes me feel powerful and sexy. I could have any man here and some women if I wanted. Tonight, I have eyes only on one and I nod in his direction letting him know that I am ready for him to take my drink order. Usually I go with something with a kick but tonight I stick with a very simple red wine. I want the inside of my mouth to have a tangy fruit taste when he kisses me for the first time. The flavor will have him craving me more as he slides deep inside me and with every stroke he will reminisce about how good I taste.
"What’s your pleasure this evening?" He says in a shrill tone. The small hairs on my neck stand up from the vibrations. "You are." I cut it quick and to the point. Our eyes lock and he leans over the counter toward me. "I was thinking of playing hard to get." His lips, drawn in a thin line all while playing the game and being as serious as he can. "I love a challenge." I egg him on so he will tease me more. I can play better than he ever thought possible and with magic on my side, I am sure to win. “My shift is over at one, but if you are serious, I can play the sick card with my boss. We have extra staff tonight so I will be allowed to leave.” He shifts his weight back away from me and wipes the glossy wood counter down with the white bar cloth. “Do you think you can handle me?” I inquire, uncrossing my legs. The slight adjustment of my body makes his eyes shift from my eyes to the top of my short skirt. I take notice, bend toward the ground, and grab my cheetah purse that I sat on the floor earlier. My skirt pulls up higher as I reach farther down showing the side of my ass cheek. I hear him take a deep breath and I observe the older gray haired man sitting next to me that has an all access view as well. When I lean back up in my seat, I gaze over to the man’s lap and notice that he has a hard-on. It doesn't take much to get a man’s brain pumping, and I'm not talking about the one that connects to his neck. It turns me on recognizing that I can get a man hot and bothered with the slightest movement of my body. I brush my arm up against his ever so gently and watch him out of the corner of my eye as he adjusts his length in his pants. I am having excessively too much fun with this poor slob when all of a sudden the bartender vaguely caresses my hand to get my attention. “My shift is over. Did you walk here? We can take my bike outback if you did.” His tone is charming but definite.
“Hey, all the months that I have sat in this very seat and you have served me drinks, I have never asked your name. What is it?” I requested once I realized that I should know his name if I am going to take him to my place. I hop down off the stool and pick my purse off the dark hardwood floor bending over from my waist so the older man on the stool next to me has full access to the red lace thong I am wearing. I lean up gradually and wait patiently for the bartender to tell me his name.
“Thayer O’Brien.” He blurts out in a dark but sultry tone and just as quickly, he grabs my hand and pulls it tightly as he marches toward the back door. I flinch a little once his hand touches mine from the coldness on his skin but I squeeze it back and follow him. My legs can barely catch up at the speed he is going. “Hey, slow down.” I start to giggle essentially because I've been with some eager men before, although never before we get to our destination. “I can't wait to taste you on my tongue. We need to hurry or I will take you in front of all the people in the bar and I need my job tomorrow.” His Irish accent and declarations make my pussy clinch from being verbally aroused. I love a man to be direct with me. It's so fucking hot.
“My name is Chenille Bishop by the way. Thanks for caring.” I say in a sarcastic tone, but then again, loving every minute of his take-charge actions. He glares back at me and I melt. Wasn’t I suppose to be the witch here because I could swear he had some magical powers over me?
We pull into my apartment building that is in the heart of Soho. My sister Jenny and I own a soup bar in downtown Manhattan called “Steamy Soups” that does very well even without our magical enhancing abilities. My loft is rather simple on the inside as far as home décor goes. I like everything to stay earthy to bring out the elements around me, which mean most things are in shades of brown. We walk through the door and before I can put the keys on the small wood table next to the door, Thayer grabs my shoulder and spins me around, slamming my back into the wall near the door. The force nearly takes my breath away. His strong hand grips my hair from behind and he tugs until my neck is stretched out meticulous enough that he has full access to every inch of it. His lips slightly brush against my neck and his warm, wet tongue skims the skin up to my ear. The goose bumps spread across my body from the sensations that are rippling through my insides.