In the dimly lit corner of the bustling tavern, Sir Richard found himself entranced by the sight of a woman sitting alone at the bar. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back in a riot of chestnut waves, held back by a playful ponytail that revealed the alluring curve of her cleavage.
As the night wore on, Richard found himself drawn to the mysterious woman, his eyes frequently straying to her as he engaged in idle chatter with the tavern’s other patrons. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to run his fingers through her soft curls, to feel the heat of her body against his own.
Finally, unable to resist the pull any longer, Richard approached the woman, his heart pounding in his chest. To his surprise, she greeted him with a warm smile, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I’ve been watching you,” she said, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down Richard’s spine. “I couldn’t help but notice how entranced you were by my hair.”
Richard blushed, stammering out a response as the woman reached up to twirl a curl around her finger.
“Would you like to touch it?” she asked, her eyes never leaving his.
Richard nodded, unable to speak, as the woman leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her dress. He reached out, his fingers trembling as they brushed against the soft curls, feeling the heat of her scalp beneath.
The woman moaned softly, her lips parting as Richard’s fingers explored her hair. He could feel the tension between them growing, the air crackling with electricity as their eyes met.
Without a word, the woman stood up, taking Richard’s hand in hers as she led him to a secluded corner of the tavern. She pressed him against the wall, her body molding itself to his as she kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth with a passion that took his breath away.
Richard’s hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress. The woman moaned, her hips grinding against his as she reached down to stroke his cock through his pants.
“Take me,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “Fuck me right here.”
Richard didn’t need any further encouragement. He lifted the woman’s dress, revealing the smooth curve of her ass as he slid her panties down her legs. He kissed her deeply, his hands gripping her hips as he entered her, feeling her tight warmth surround him.
The woman moaned, her fingers digging into Richard’s shoulders as he thrust into her, again and again. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she neared her climax.
Richard’s own release was building, his balls tightening as he felt the familiar surge of pleasure. He groaned, his hips snapping forward as he came, filling the woman with his seed.
Panting, they broke apart, their bodies slick with sweat. The woman smiled, her eyes shining with satisfaction as she adjusted her dress and picked up her discarded panties.
“Until next time,” she said, her voice a sultry promise as she walked away, leaving Richard to wonder if he had only imagined their encounter.
