Whiskey Spread

Morganna washed the last glass of the afternoon before casting a longing glance at the door. Her bar was clean, liquor cabinets were stocked full and ready for more patrons to come in and fill the place with lively stories, cigar smoke, and booze until 2 a.m. when the place closed. She set the rag down on the wood bar and sat on a stool beside a rather large collection of whiskeys, bourbons, and cognacs.

All the ashtrays had been wiped out again, the humidor stocked full of premium smokes and a few empty match boxes with the bar’s name had been thrown out, replaced by fresh, full boxes for her regulars and the casual stranger who strolled in.

It was Tuesday, meaning her favorite customer would probably wander in around eight or so; thirsty and ready to stare at her breasts while she worked.
Nicholas was an unusual man. For starters, he was young. She guessed he was probably in his early twenties, but that was based on his appearance, not what he chose to drink or where he decided to hang out. The age of her normal clientele averaged mid-fifties unless someone stumbled in, not knowing this was a cigar bar, not a club atmosphere. Nicholas never paid any attention to women closer to his age, either.

Also, he normally ordered a high-end scotch, neat. And he always smoked his own cigars, usually Nicaraguan or Dominican high-end like Padrón or Diamond Crown Maximus. Said he liked the older flavors.

She liked the fact that he liked mature things.

Licking her lips, she walked past the bar to the door and flipped the sign to reflect that they were now open for business until 2 a.m. Making her way towards the humidor, she slid the glass case open, pulled out a vitola and scanned the bar for a cutter. Spotting one by the beer tap, she retrieved it, held the uncut end of the cigar to the guillotine and clipped off a part of the cap. Bringing the cigar to her lips, she pulled out her torch lighter and lit the end of her cigar, puffing until the entire end was on fire. She cut the flame and took another puff, sending a thick cloud of sweet smoke billowing throughout the air to erase the faint yet distinct smell of cleaning products.

She took her time to savor the earthy, coffee flavors of the Honduran made cigar before returning to behind the bar.

A few minutes later, the stereo played old school jazz music and a few older businessmen had come in ordering mixed drinks and smoking. Morganna tended to their needs, keeping a watchful eye on the front door in hopes that Nicholas would show up sooner, rather than later.

After a few more hours had passed, the bar had begun to fill with the after-work crowd. The business set from the financial district in downtown San Francisco came in to smoke, chat and unwind in a smoker-friendly haven. John, the new second shift bartender, handled most of the customers while Morganna slipped off into the office behind the bar to handle paperwork and freshen up.

Shutting the door behind her to drown out the music, Morganna looked into an old mirror that hung on the back of the door. The little makeup she wore emphasized jade green eyes while ruby red lips accentuated her freckled skin. She tugged at her sweater, adjusting it so her ample bosoms showed better. Jeans fit her hips snuggly complete with ankle high boots with pointed toes. Her hair had been held away from her face by a clip in the back that centered a pony tail down the length of her back along with the rest of her mane.

She had no idea why she was going to all the trouble to make sure she looked so good for this one customer. He was probably in a relationship like many men his age.

Chalking her insecurity up to her age, Morganna shrugged her shoulders and reached for the door.

She stepped back into the bar area but took a quick step back out of sight. Nicholas was sitting at a seat by the window, and there was a brunette with him.

Her heart sank.

The brunette leaned forward on her elbows, waving her hand through the thick cloud of smoke coming from Nicholas’s cigar.

His hair hung down the length of his back and caught the light off the fixture above so that it reflected a deep blue so dark it looked black. His charcoal gray shirt fit snuggly over broad shoulders and was tucked into navy colored slacks.
Morganna licked her lips; her nerves ready in anticipation of Goddess only knew what. Then she took a glance at the brunette sitting across from him nursing a…cola?

Was she his girlfriend?

Sizing her up, Morganna stepped out from behind the spot she was in. A tall patron caught her attention, waving a credit card.

“Damn it.” Impatiently, she waved at him to signal he had her attention. “What can I do for you hon?”

He blushed, ran a hand through his curly, blonde hair and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

She followed the line of his baby blue eyes roaming down her body until they’d met her assets. Or rather, her breasts. “I see. You’re new here, aren’t you?”

He nodded.

She cleared her throat. “No wonder. You’re too obvious. I take it you’d like to close your tab?”

He set his card down and nodded. “Yeah. I’m sorry. It’s been a long day and seeing someone as pretty as you made my day.”

Morganna forced a smile to her lips and took his card. “Just the two beers, Rob?”

He shrugged. “I just don’t have it in me to drink much anymore. I’m getting older. Have to rein it in after a few, ya know?”

An eyebrow rose. Pursing her lips together at the sight of the brunette leaning into Nicholas and brushing a hand across his arm irritated her further. “Just how old are you?”

Rob winked, dropping his tone so that clearly he was flirting. “I could ask you the same thing.”

She smirked. “Yeah, but I’d answer honestly.”

Frowning, Rob took the slip from her and put his card in his pocket. He offered her a fake smile and slid off his bar stool. “You a regular here, h on?”

He was trying for more charm. Great. “Yeah. I happen to know the owners very well.” She winked for emphasis and waved him off while another customer ordered a beer.

Morganna sighed and looked in the direction of where Nicholas and the rather annoying brunette were sitting.

He was gone but she remained.

Something possessive inside her drove her to maneuver past John to get a better look at this annoyance who felt she could capture Nicholas’s company.

Grabbing a bottle of eighteen-year–old Glenlivet, she poured a scotch into a rocks glass and made her way to Nicholas’s table.

The brunette wore a simple black skirt and a salmon-colored top that came down about half shoulder. Her hair was pulled back tightly, her lips were too thin and her eyes reminded Morganna of the vacuous stares of too many stupid, nonsensical thoughts running around her head just waiting for someone to ask, “What’s on your mind?”

Setting the drink down on the table, Morganna picked up Nicholas’s empty glass.

The brunette spoke in a high pitch that irritated Morganna further. “Excuse me, we didn’t order another round.”

Morganna shot a vicious grin at the brunette. Her shoulders stiffened but she forced herself to remain polite. “I know. Nicholas is one of my regulars. This one’s on the house.”

The brunette waved a hand to cut through the thick smoke from Nicholas’s cigar. “Ugh, I hope he’s almost done here.”

Morganna spied him outside pacing back and forth with one hand up to his ear to cover it from the noise that often occurred around Pine Street.

Reaching for the window, she slid it open. A breeze blew in and sucked some of the smoke away from the stupid bitch. “You his girlfriend?”

Brunette coughed into her hand. “As if. I couldn’t date a man like him. He’d have to quit smoking and drinking.”

Morganna snorted. As if.

Stupid Bitch turned in her seat to face Morganna, giving her a clear view of the woman with too-thin eyebrows and a waifish face. She crossed her arms over her tiny chest in a defensive posture. “My name’s Shannon. You are?”

“Morganna. I own this bar and am quite fond of smokers and drinkers, at least those with sophisticated taste.”

Shannon spoke dryly. “Pleasure. Hopefully we’ll be done soon as we do have personal business to tend to after this is over with.” She gestured with a hand.

Blinking in disbelief, Morganna cleared her throat and stuck out her chest. “Tell Nicholas once he gets back in that this one’s on the house. He’ll know who from.” Satisfied, Morganna sauntered back to the bar to assist John with the rest of the night until her shift ended.

Dragging herself out of the bar around 12:30, Morganna took one look up and down Pine Street and decided to head home. She’d already had a few drinks, smoked her share of sticks for the night and had worked her ass off.

The cool breeze that San Francisco was known for whipped around her, blowing her hair back from her face. Deciding to grab a taxi back home, she sighed in exhaustion and made her way down Pine towards Market Street where most of the cabs would still be running this late at night.

Once she’d acquired a cab, she piled into the backseat and gave the cabbie the address to her home. Slumping against the seat, she pondered what Nicholas was doing with such an airhead of a woman. Shannon said they had personal business together, which meant she wanted to fuck Nicholas. But he wasn’t the type to go for the rip it and dip it girl.

He liked longevity. Maturity.

And a woman with a figure.

She swallowed hard. What if she’d avoided his flirtations too much back at the bar and he’d decided to move on.
No, she told herself. That wasn’t possible. He’d been a regular on Tuesdays for the last three years and hadn’t once brought a woman in with him. He’d always come alone.
By 1:30, Morganna had slid into the warmth of her bed, wishing for company. She knew exactly who she wanted and let the thoughts of Nicholas’s strong hands gripping her thighs while he drove himself into her settle her into sleep with a renewed determination to go after what she felt belonged to her.
The next day Morganna slid out of bed, padded into the shower and began to wash, taking time to masturbate beneath the showerhead. She liked her curves, didn’t mind the extra few pounds and knew she had the attitude to back up her choices in life. Having spent enough years doing the various things she had made her a solid woman any man would be proud to call mate.
But Nicholas was with some airhead last night.
Bartenders often developed relationships with their regulars, but this was beginning to feel strange for Morganna. Perhaps it was the routine of every Tuesday night for the last three years. A girl got used to routine that excited her.
Two hours later, Morganna was exiting the BART train station when she bumped into a very tall man. Her eyes widened when she realized who it was.
Nicholas.
He turned around, a scowl on his face that quickly changed into a smile.
She frowned. Despite her disappointment at seeing him so quickly, her body reacted to his presence. Nipples puckered beneath her velvet top. The material irritated her more. Not wearing panties, the crotch of her jeans rubbed against her pussy when she took a step back.
Dressed as handsomely as ever, his facial hair reflected a five o’clock shadow pattern. The deep blue shirt he wore complimented his eyes and made the tint of blue in his hair stand out. Eyes widening, he extended his arms and opened them to hug her. “Morganna!”
She couldn’t resist his embrace.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his body.
The hardness of him against her softness made her wet between her thighs. She gave in and hugged him back.
Pushing her at arms length, he offered a shrug. “I’m sorry about last night.”
Her lips pursed together in a thin line. “What do you mean? I have no claim on you.”
She covered her mouth at the realization that she’d blurted out something that sounded completely obnoxious.
Tilting his head, Nicholas blinked. “Actually you sort of do. See, last night was the three year anniversary that we met and I wanted to bring you a treat.”
Her heart thudded loudly in her chest. “Really?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I figured you might not remember because you see tons of people come through your bar but…” His voice trailed off.
She arched an eyebrow. “But what?”
He set his hands in his pockets. “But fucking Shannon. She’s been after me for weeks. I tried to brush her off but she was persistent until last night.”
“Oh?”
Nicholas nodded slowly. “Turns out, she can’t stand the fact that I don’t go to church, like fine cigars and scotch and even worse? Apparently I flirt with the older women.”
Heart still pounding, her lips curled upwards in a smile. She wasn’t going to give into her desires this early, but she was going to have some fun with him.
Running a hand through his thick mane, Nicholas continued, looking downward at the ground before setting his gaze on her lips. “I wanted to spend the night with you and close down the bar. I even planned to take the next day off.”
She saw color appear on his cheeks and had to stifle a giggle. “What happened?”
“Shannon drove me back to my place and tried to seduce me. She got sick because I smelled of cigars and whiskey. I had to drive her back to her car. Ended up coming back here only to find you’d left for the night.”
Morgan’s eyes widened. She hadn’t thought he’d come back. He never did. “You always leave just before my shift ends.”
He cupped her cheek, his hand warm against her skin. “I hate disturbing you at the bar. I love your company honey but…,” his voice trailed off.
She leaned into the palm of his hand. Sensing he was holding back information from her, she decided to press him. “But what? Come on, spill it.”
Nicholas dropped his hand. Inhaling a deep breath, he let it out slowly. He muttered the words Morganna barely caught. “The only way…”
Her breath caught in her throat.
Grabbing both her shoulders, Nicholas pulled her to his and dropped his lips against hers.
Pressing into him, she tasted the faintness of cognac on his breath along with the velvety steel tongue of his that plowed between her lips.
Her body responded to his kiss, every nerve steadied to alertness. Her hands clutched at his biceps, pulling him deeper into her.
Their tongues wrestled for control of the kiss and even though Morganna was a good six inches shorter than Nicholas, she won out. Molding her body to his, she shifted so her thighs trapped one of his between hers. She wasn’t a hussy, but damn did she get what she wanted!
Hands tangled in her mass of hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck.
Kisses trailed down along the line of her jaw, down her neck and back up to meet her mouth. His lips were pliant beneath hers.
She swirled her tongue over his bottom lip before invading his mouth, exploring, touching, caressing his until he’d pulled back and smiled.
Her heart pounded against her chest, and she staggered until he reached out and caught her with a gentle grip.
“Wow.” Morganna’s pussy clenched in anticipation of more to come, but Nicholas just stood there.
The goofy look on his face didn’t disappear but he wiped a hand across his lips. “I’m going to remember that taste forever. I almost need a smoke after that alone.” He wriggled an eyebrow.
She smiled, licking her bottom lip. “I have an idea,” she reached for him, twirling a fingernail around his chest.
A sparkle appeared in those deep, sea blue eyes. “Yeah?”
“Come by the bar Sunday. We’re doing a special scotch tasting and I think I have some stuff you’d be definitely,” her voice dropped several notches, “interested in.” She patted her stomach for emphasis. Fingers slid into the waistband of her jeans and down lower until she reached her pussy. Dipping her fingers in just slightly, she kept them there a moment, watching him watch her.
His eyes remained fixed to hers though she swore she could see his mouth watering at the prospect of whatever she had to offer.
“You’ve got it. But wait, isn’t the bar normally clos—”
She pulled her fingers out and pressed them against his lips.
He inhaled sharply, letting his tongue dart out over her fingertips just to taste.
The sensation sent her hormones racing. “Yeah, it is. But this is a private tasting. Be there at 2, okay?”
By now he’d drawn more of her fingers into her mouth.
She didn’t want to move, other than to go to a private place and continue their game.
His tongue swirled around her fingertips, cleaning her scent from him.
Pulling her fingers out of his mouth, she smiled and pushed past him. “Remember,” she ran nails across his flat stomach.
He shivered and cupped her ass with a hand, squeezing her.
She giggled and walked past him, letting the taste of his mouth linger on her lips during the rest of her day.

* * * *

The entire week passed way too slowly for Morgana’s taste. She hadn’t seen Nicholas since bumping into him on Wednesday and had begun wondering if he would show up today.
Her gut told her that he would.
No man kissed a woman like that without intent to seduce said woman.
She’d chosen to wear white today. Stockings, garters, white form-fitting skirt, and short, boy-cut, crotchless lace panties to complete the look. Oh, and her favorite, white, three-inch boots to give her some added leverage for her Adonis. She chose to leave her red hair down so that it swept over the curve of her ass with each step.
Part of her wanted to stop calling him hers, but the sensible part of her wouldn’t let it happen. He was hers, damn it!
Setting up a few rocks glasses with various bottles of whiskey behind them as she would for a professional tasting, Morganna made sure to leave ample room on the bar and push all the ashtrays aside for her big surprise once he came in.
Drawing the shades over the windows, she looked at the clock on the wall. Ten ’til 2.
If she knew him as well as she did, he’d be slightly early.
Her body hummed in anticipation of his arrival. Nervousness wasn’t something Morganna normally dealt with but the fact that another five minutes had passed way too slowly and Nicholas hadn’t arrived yet bugged her.
She looked down at an empty shot glass. Picking up a bottle from the bin, she poured herself a shot of single malt and knocked it back. Dutch courage for a cougar, she laughed.
The handle at the door jiggled.
Morganna looked up and walked around to the front of the bar. Reaching for the handle, she pulled the door open to see Nicholas standing before her in black jeans and a faded, gray tank top. His suit coat hung over thick shoulders.
She licked her lips. “Come in.”
With a smile, he nodded and stepped into the bar. “Wow,” he looked around. “It’s odd being here when it’s quiet.”
She chuckled. “Yeah. It’s kinda nice sometimes. I can fire up a smoke, sample inventory or just clean extra thoroughly if I want. But you’re here for a different reason.” She winked.
He didn’t miss a beat. Shutting the door behind him, he reached for Morganna with one hand. Catching her by the shoulder, he pulled her forward and wrapped his arms around her.
Crushing her chest against his, she felt the firmness of strong muscles beneath the cotton shirt. Hands cupped her bottom, squeezing her.
She squeaked and stepped back from him with a glint in her eye. Looking up at him, she saw her smoldering desire reflected in his gorgeous eyes.
He started to speak, started to dip his head down to meet her mouth, but stopped short.
Morganna parted her lips.
Nicholas didn’t move.
She arched an eyebrow. “Something the matter?”
He shook his head. The look in his eyes definitely spelled out desire. If there was any doubt, the bulge beneath his jeans reaffirmed his arousal.
“Then what, sweetie?” She touched his cheek, running fingers over the smoothness of his face. He’d shaved, making it easier for her fingers to glide over smooth, masculine skin.
Stepping closer, she inhaled. Picking up the rich scent of cigars, light sandalwood and his aroma, the smile on her lips widened. “You’re not used to being the seducer, are you hon?”
Nicholas nodded.
She smirked. “I thought so. Come this way and we’ll make this easier for both of us.” She turned, sliding her hand down his chest until she’d captured his hand.
Pulling him towards the bar, she led him into a seat where the first rocks glass and a bottle of Highland single malt sat. She walked around to the other side of the bar and pulled off the top. “This is a standard, Highland, single malt, similar to the one you normally drink.” She poured a one ounce shot into the glass, and then retrieved a glass for herself.
Nicholas picked up the glass and swirled it around. Shoving his nose into the glass, he inhaled a deep whiff of the liquid before bringing the scotch to his lips. Taking a sip, he kept his eyes on Morganna the entire time.
She mimicked his movements and took a sip of the strong scotch, picking up caramel notes along with charred oak before the liquid slid down her throat and confirmed her thoughts. She should know what the drinks in her bar tasted like.
Her eyes roamed up and down the length of Nicholas’s body. After the rest of the first shot hit him, he relaxed his shoulders just slightly. Leaning forward, he set the empty glass down on the bar and smiled. “Good stuff.”
Morganna moved down the line to the next bottle. Pulling the top off, she poured another shot into another empty glass and slid it forward before pouring a shot of her own.
Nicholas did the same thing, swirling, smelling and sipping the scotch.
By this time, the warmth of the liquid hit Morganna. She wasn’t feeling light headed by a long shot, and her inhibitions were never really a problem but the draft from the fans had ceased making her cold once the second shot of Highland single malt hit her.
Licking her lips, Morganna poured another round for them both from the second bottle. “This particular Highland malt could go great with those Hondurans you always smoke. The Patels?”
Raising his glass to Morganna, he nodded. “Good point.”
Watching the line of his throat work while he took a large sip excited her. The motion called to her desire to lick a trail down his neck and peel off that tank top to caress his chest with fiery kisses.
Setting the empty glass down, he slid it forward and smiled.
Morgan decided it was a good time to switch to shot glasses for his special treat.
He eyed her with curiosity. “Why the switch in glasses?”
Inhaling a deep breath before letting it out slowly, Morganna’s lips curved upwards in a wicked smile. She leaned forward, reaching for Nicholas. Catching him by the collar of his tank top, she tugged him forward. “I have a surprise for you, my favorite scotch drinker.”
Nicholas’s body became pliant to her pull. He moved forward, planting his lips against hers.
His mouth curved upward against her lips before parting. She slid her tongue inside his mouth, swirling around the contours and his own tongue. The two wrestled for control of the kiss. Morganna inhaled deeply, the taste of scotch on his breath mingling with the heady, after-scent of Nicholas. Pure, masculine. Not in control. Leaning further so that her breasts brushed across the bar, Morganna pulled back and nipped at his lower lip.
Fingers stroked her chin and along the side of her neck before reaching for her hair, capturing tangles between nimble fingers. Another hand pressed against the top of her breast.
Morganna adjusted herself and let his fingers wander down into the neck of her oh-so-tight top. His fingers skittered along her skin lightly.
Her flesh tingled from his slight touch. She purred into another kiss, tasting him with a subtle sweep of her tongue. Her panties were wet now; her nipples had become taut against the fabric of her top.
Pulling back from the kiss, Nicholas’s eyes were somewhat glazed over.
Morganna felt a surge of pride at her ability to turn this man on. He may not know how to approach a woman bent on seduction, but he sure as hell knew how to use his mouth. Bending over more, she nipped his bottom lip and grinned into another kiss before stopping to notice her feet were no longer on the floor. Swinging back, she giggled and moved the bottles away from where she planned her next pour.
The smug look on Nicholas’s face confirmed what she suspected. He wasn’t sure where this was going, but was about to enjoy finding out.
He cocked his head to one side and licked his lips. “What are you doing?”
Morganna squared her shoulders. “Giving you a final taste of the last whiskey. This,” she said, picking up a shot glass and showing it to him, “is a special blend of various single malts from different regions of . . .” She pursed her lips together for a moment, and then decided that her body was right. She needed him in her. “Me.”
His eyes widened in surprise.
Grabbing the bar for leverage, Morganna hoisted herself up on top of the bar so that she squatted before him. Her skirt bunched up. Standing straight, she hiked up her skirt so that her panties showed.
Nicholas swallowed and kept his gaze on the line of her thighs and where her hands stopped.
Kneeling down again, Morganna placed a hand on the bar and extended both her legs, aware of Nicholas’s reaction.
He stepped back to give her room, but kept close enough to touch her.
Her boots clicked on the wooden bar. Setting herself firmly down, she picked up the shot glass and bottle of whiskey. “Do you want a taste?”
Slowly, Nicholas nodded.
Morganna saw flames of desire dance in his deep blue irises. Looking down at his body, she swore the bulge in his pants grew even larger. Hopefully she’d taste that bulge soon.
Pouring almost a full shot into the glass, Morganna scooted forward so her hips were at the edge of the bar, touching the rounded part where patrons rested their tired arms. Leaning back, she brushed Nicholas’s arm with one leg.
He stepped into her.
Her voice dropped several notches, sounding very husky. “This particular scotch has to be tasted just right.” She winked.
Nicholas swallowed again. The gentle rise and fall of his chest was evidence of his arousal reaching his heart.
Morganna had no doubt that he’d take what she offered. Now was he a competent lover?
With deft fingers, she slid a hand down the front of her body and over her panties. Parting the slit of the fabric revealed smooth, shaved pussy lips swollen in anticipation.
Parting her lips, she smeared wetness around the bottom of the shot glass, careful not to spill any of the alcohol. Lowering her eye lashes, she held the glass in place. “Taste from here.”
Stepping forward, Nicholas bent from the waist and braced himself against Morganna’s thighs.
His hands were rough, firm. She liked that about him.
He dipped his head down, lapping the tiniest drop from the shot glass before repeating the motion.
Carefully, Morganna slid the shot deeper into her pussy, unable to resist a moan.
Nicholas inhaled. Peering over the rim of the glass, he smiled. “I like the way this particular whiskey smells. It has a very pleasing aroma, smells like woman. And a fine, hand-crafted taste it seems.”
Morganna nodded. “It’s well cultivated.”
“I can tell. What if…” His voice trailed off when he dipped his head between her thighs again, giving her a view of his beautiful dark mane spread across his broad shoulders.
“You should—OH!”
He nipped her thigh.
Morganna smirked and narrowed her eyes at him. It seems he was enjoying this tasting. Her body shuddered, pussy tightening around the slick shot glass. It slid out of her.
She sat up to catch it but stopped short.
Nicholas held the half empty glass between his thumb and forefinger. “Dangerous habit you have there, sweetheart.” He stood to his full height before Morganna and knocked the shot back. With a sigh, he reached for the bottle. “I had another idea.”
An eyebrow rose. “Oh?”
“Yeah.” He poured another half shot and set the bottle down on the other side of her thigh. Bending over again, he settled right between her thighs. Pouring the shot over her plump leg, he leaned forward to capture the liquid.
Swirling his tongue around her leg, he tasted, licked and kissed her inner thigh.
Shivers raced up her spine. Morganna had to grip the bar for purchase, lest she fall backwards. Tensing her legs, she watched him pour more liquor down the other leg before mimicking his earlier movements.
His tongue pressed against her skin, circling around in swirls upwards until he reached the fabric of her panties.
He looked up from between her legs with a glint in his eyes. “Are these panties part of the tasting?”
She snickered. “You might say they’re a filter for the finer things.”
He stepped back and grabbed her thighs. Tugging them together in one swift motion, he spread his fingers over her bared skin. “You know about unfiltered beer?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Some customers have complaints about sediment but not you.” She winked.
Nicholas blinked. “You might say I heard some things are better tasted without filters.”
Morganna set her hands on both sides of her and looked down her legs at the yummy man in front of her. “What do you intend to do about the filtration here?”
Gliding his hands up the length of her thighs, Nicholas spread his fingers to touch as much of her as he could. “Remove the filter, of course.”
Fingers brushed over the tops of her thighs before catching the bottom of her panties.
Morganna lifted herself up, holding her legs in place. Her stomach muscles clenched.
Quickly, Nicholas slid her panties down until they reached the tops of her boots. “I like these.” He licked his lips.
Morganna tilted her head to one side and closed her eyes.
Careful not to tear her underwear, Nicholas pulled them off her and over her boots.
She opened her eyes to see him stuffing her panties in his jeans pocket. “What are you doing?”
“Memories. I don’t know how often you’ll do these kinds of tastings, and I’d like to never forget.”
Their eyes met. Morganna watched him part her thighs with one hand and grab the scotch bottle with the other.
He popped the cork off and took a large swig before stepping into her body.
Her thighs brushed against strong arms. She couldn’t help but giggle.
“What? I take my liquor very seriously.” His eyes narrowed into thin slits that spoke more of arousal than annoyance.
Morganna watched him pour more liquor down her bare thighs. The wet, cold alcohol tickled and the scent of charred oak rose over her nostrils, mingling with her own arousal. Her pussy clenched when droplets of scotch landed on her lips. The entire front of her body had grown warm in anticipation of Nicholas’s idea of a tasting.
He dipped his head between her thighs, placing his hands on her butt. Yanking her forward, he buried his tongue between her swollen lips.
She cried, clenching the bar railing behind her. A shudder raced through her body.
His tongue felt like velvet steel swirling around her core, soft and hard at the same time.
Nicholas grabbed both her thighs and carefully straightened them out in front of him. Then he pushed them gently back towards her.

She felt her thighs stretching, muscles loosening. Then she felt Nicholas’s tongue brush against the back of one leg. The tenderness of his tongue sent another shudder racing up her body and straight to her core.

Nicholas’s lips brushed over her other thigh before he captured her skin between his teeth and nipped her. She yelped but held her legs firmly in front of her.

“I’d like nothing more than to taste you again, Miss Morganna. I think I didn’t get a good impression of the whiskey.”

She nodded. Parting her thighs, she looked down the line of her body at him. He was masculine, muscular and hot. His hair parted on the sides of his face, creating a shadow around his eyes that made him seem darker, more grown up despite his younger age.

“How old are you, Nicholas?”

He lifted his head and narrowed his gaze at her. “Why does it matter?”

“Just curious,” she offered a smile.

His tongue licked up her thigh. “I’m old enough.”

She shivered. “How old, baby?”

Nicholas blew a cool breath over her thighs. He didn’t respond other than to run his hands over her thighs.

Anticipation welled in her stomach and her muscles clenched from contact. She stuttered the words. “How old, b-b-baby?”

Nicholas growled. “I’m far from a baby. I’m twenty-seven. Does it matter?”

She started to respond.

Nicholas nipped her leg again.

Morganna stopped and gripped the bar behind her. “No,” a breath whooshed out of her lungs so fast from the contact of his teeth scraping against her skin. “It doesn’t.”

Nicholas groaned, his lips vibrating against her thighs. “Good. Because Goddess knows the only thing that matters is how soon I get to bury my dick inside your hot cunt.”

He licked down her legs, over the curve of her ass until his tongue swirled around the center of her heat.

Morganna’s breath came in pants with each word she spoke. “I need you inside me, lover.”

His tongue stopped lapping at her clit. He withdrew from her and spread her thighs open.

Their eyes met.

Morganna felt the heat from his stare.

He wanted her.

Her breath caught in her throat. She needed him. “You don’t care how old I am?”

He made a noise. “I figured you’re in your late 30s. I don’t care. You’re a sexy woman. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you.”

Her grin widened. “I’m almost forty-seven. Now fuck me, Nicholas. Take your cock out of your pants and fuck me.”

Nicholas stepped back from her. Unzipping his pants, he shoved them down past his hips, giving her a view of a rather large cock. The head was large, purple, and swollen. Glistening with precum, it looked ready to do exactly what she wanted.
Morganna tilted her hips upward.

“No. You need to come forward.” Nicholas didn’t bother waiting for her to react. He grabbed her thighs and yanked her towards the edge of the bar.

She squealed and her ass bumped against the rail with a thump.

Nicholas placed his hands on her calves and pressed her legs slowly towards her.

Muscles in her legs stretched slowly, carefully. Nicholas was a patient lover it seemed, taking his time with her body despite the desire she had to practically jump his bones right then. His cock head brushed against her swollen lips. She lifted her hips towards him.

Taking himself in one hand, he rubbed himself up and down her slit.

The ache in her belly pulled her muscles tighter. She lifted her head up to see him press his cock into her. Slowly, carefully, he lifted himself up and pushed himself deep inside. Opening herself up, she reveled in the feel of the connection they’d created. He grabbed her around the waist and ass. Tugging her forward, he pulled her off the bar. She felt her body slide around the railing so that she rested on powerful thighs.

His cock pushed deeper inside her until he was balls deep.

They both groaned in pleasure at the contact. Skin against skin, sweat breaking out on her forehead reminded her that this was real, this was what she wanted.

He’d be hers forever, even if the moment was only in her mind. It’d last forever.

Nicholas gripped her thighs, sliding his hands around to cup her ass. He dug his fingernails into her flesh. She cried out, throwing her head back. An arm slid around her back, pulling her closer to him. He pulled out and rammed himself back in with a grunt.

She moaned. “Finally.”

He drew back, gripping his cock with a hand.

Grinning, she looked down her body to watch him tease her. Concentrating on the sensation, she closed her eyes. Spreading her thighs, she opened herself wider for him.

He slid inside her again, slowly. Inch by slow inch, Nicholas impaled Morganna.

Her muscles clenched around his cock, feeling the fullness of him. She inhaled a breath, and exhaled slowly when he pulled away.

Nicholas again slid himself inside, balls deep.

Morganna shuddered at the contact, her pussy clenching around the thick shaft filling her. She gripped him, felt the way he slid out of her, into her.

He slid out, slowly. Oh so slowly while his fingers dug into her thighs. He bent forward, kissing her calves, one at a time; first the left calf and then the right, licking a trail of heat over her skin.

Morganna shuddered again, her stomach muscles clenching and forcing her pussy to contract around his cock.

Nicholas picked up a rhythm that started out slow, building with each thrust into a steady momentum.

She gripped him, held onto the girth that was the twenty-seven-year-old. The thickness that filled her, pulsated throughout her body gave her a new meaning of life that made her feel complete.

Nicholas undulated his hips, brushing his cock against her clit.

A groan escaped Morganna’s lips. She clenched her muscles around his swollen prick.

He grunted in response, a low sound that came from deep within. Nicholas rolled his hips upward, brushing his cock upward.

Sensation wracked her body, expanding throughout every limb. Morganna squeezed him tightly with her hips. Her hands slid down her body until she caught her hips. She dug her fingernails into her flesh but the pain was nothing compared to what Nicholas gave her.

Nicholas mimicked her, pressing his fingers into the tender spot where hip and thigh met.

She cried aloud and clenched her muscles around him, shoving him in deeper.

He started with a slow undulation of his hips that held her firmly against the bar and his body.

A hand tugged at strands of hair that fell over her shoulders.

Her breath picked up with his pace.

She ran hands down her breasts, pinching her nipples into very taut peaks. Her body shook from contact.

Slowing his pace, Nicholas shoved his hips upwards, brushing his shaft along her clit.

Letting out a long, slow moan, Morganna clenched her hips around him, scrambling to get him deeper inside her.

Pounding harder, faster, and faster Nicholas held her against his body, his lips finding a spot on her neck.

Those lips bit at her skin, sending shivers racing throughout her body. She pushed against him and let herself fall back on his cock to drive him in harder.

Sensation flooded Morganna’s body, the scent of their sex, scotch, and him filling her nose. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling her stomach tighten in response to the impending orgasm.

Nicholas continued pounding her pussy hard and fast for another moment before stopping altogether.

She cried aloud and glared at him.

He smiled. “I want this to last.”

Panting, she had to catch her breath. Her muscles clenched in response. Her voice sounded shaky. “Me too. So come back again in a week. Or take me home. But right now, fuck me!”

The demand in her eyes was reflected in his. Nicholas pulled her closer so that with his next thrust, his balls slapped against her pussy.

The feel of him holding her tightly, lovingly resonated deep within her, and called out to that part of her that needed something.

With one hand settled on her back, the other cupping her ass, he pulled them both away from the bar and began bouncing her against his body.

Before long, they were both sweat-covered, groaning, and panting hard. Her heart raced with each thrust that brought her closer and closer.

After another moment, Morganna closed her eyes and bit into his shoulder, the tightness in her belly that became pleasurable warmth.

Muscles tightened, nerves felt a desirous heat, and the flood gates opened.

Digging into him, her head slammed against his shoulder, Morganna called out his name in a glorious wave of orgasm that continued with his every movement.

“That’s it baby,” he growled and slammed into her. “Ride me!”
Milking him with her pussy, Morganna used her hips to drain him.

A few seconds later, fingers pressed urgently into her skin, tearing at her top. His mouth locked onto hers, tongue thrusting past her lips.

Sucking on his tongue, Morganna felt the hot wash of cum filling her.

Nicholas groaned into the kiss.

Under her weight, she felt his knees grow weak but she didn’t want him out of her just yet. His breath came in ragged spurts with each thrust slowing down until he’d stopped and settled her against him.

The two stumbled back to the wall. Leaning against it, Nicholas slid them both down until he saw her straddled across him.

“Wow,” she set a hand against his chest. Blinking, she looked into the face of the man sitting before her. “You’re not so delicate.”

He offered her a wide grin that reached his eyes. “No, but you are a lovely
cougar.”

She smirked.

Nicholas arched a brow. Stroking her hair with one hand, he tilted his head. “Be mine?”

She licked her lips. “I already am.”