Layla and Dave: They Meet

The nights on the road get very lonely as a business traveller. Night after night of eating at restaurant after restaurant grows tiring. The comforts of home, being able to cook my own meals, using my own bathroom, sleeping in my own bed, most people take these things for granted. I long for them.
On a trip to Illinois, I found myself in a small town. I was not aware of the size of town I was headed for, or what was in store for me there. Pulling into town the city limit sign stated the population as 789. Oh Great, I thought. Another hick town with a bunch of people that know every detail about each other. I checked into the hotel, showered and had a couple of beers to unwind before finding someplace decent to have dinner.
I found a Bar and Grill type place near the hotel and decided to look into it. Mondays are usually slow for the bars, so to draw people in, they hold dart tournaments with cash prizes. I had a fried shrimp basket and onion rings for dinner. Around 7 p.m. the people started to trickle in and begin warming up for the tournament.
Then I saw her. She was a Goddess, well in my eyes anyway. I have always had a passion and desire for very petite women. She was 5’0” tall, maybe a hundred pounds dripping wet. Her hair was half way down her back and absolutely the most beautiful shade of red I had ever seen. She wore a skin-tight denim mini skirt, and a loose fitting white silky blouse with the top buttons open. Her breasts were small, but I could not tell how small because of her blouse. I love very small tits, firm with large nipples. She came over to me at the bar to order a drink. We exchanged glances and hellos. Our glances became stares, as I could not take my eyes away from hers. They were green. Not just any green, but a piercing and mesmerizing shade of green. She smiled lusciously at me and asked why I was staring at her. I apologized and complimented her on her beautiful eyes and overall beauty. Her pale complexion blushed a nice shade of red, almost blending with her baby fine silky hair. The scent she was giving off was heavenly. It was a musky smell blended with a hint of perfume. She thanked me for the compliment and simultaneously asked each other’s names. Giggling and a little embarrassed again, she said, I’m Layla. I introduced myself as Dave. We exchanged small talk for a bit, only to discover that she was there to play darts but lacked a partner. I jumped at the chance to be close to her for the evening, telling her that I would love to be her partner.
After returning from my car to get my dart case, Layla had gotten us a table away from the dartboards. It was a booth in the corner, and not very well lit. I thought to myself, there are plenty of tables closer to the games, why did she choose this one? Does she have something kinky in mind? Not wanting to seem too forward, I sat across from her in the booth. She smiled a sexy grin at me and said, I don’t bite, why don’t you sit by me. Jumping at the chance, I moved over to her and slid in beside her, my cock beginning to stiffen in my pants. We talked in between our turns to throw darts, the usual get to know you chitchat. After a few games and a few beers, we became a lot more comfortable with each other, casual touching and an occasional kiss after one of us would win or make a good shot. It was obvious to each other that we had other things on our minds than darts, as our casual touching and kissing became groping and full on tongue wrestling. After losing our last game and being knocked out of the tournament, we retired to our booth, now thankful that it was secluded and dimly lit.
She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her soft thigh and spread her legs slightly. Reaching behind my neck, she pulled me to her soft lips, parting them and sliding her tongue deep into my mouth. Our tongues explored the deepest parts of our wet mouths. My hand eased up her thigh to the hem of her skirt, that had risen to just below her panty line from sliding around in the booth and her now wide spread legs. My left hand reached for her tits to caress them as I eased my other hand further up toward her steaming pussy. Before I even reached her steamy hole, I felt her thighs were wet with her flowing juices. Now stroking her breasts through her bra, I slide my other hand to her juicy pussy and discover that she is not wearing any panties. Inserting one finger then two, I feel her warmth begin to boil, as she moans and releases a wet gush from her climaxing pussy, her legs trembling and her breathing heavy now. She breaks away from our prolonged kiss and whispers to me, FUCK ME NOW, as she swirls her tongue in my ear.
We leave the bar, noticing that most eyes are on us, and head for my hotel with lust in our eyes.
To be continued…..