Carla The Liar - Sex Stories

Carla The Liar

... with his body, his strong, right arm shooting out to save her. Had it not been for her desperately grasping hand latching onto, then spilling, his drink, it would have been the perfect save. Almost half of his Irish Coffee spilled from the disturbed cup, spilling all over the woman.

“Got you,” Alex smiled down at her distraught face. She was actually quite beautiful beneath her whorish makeup, he thought. “Did you get burned?” he queried as he set her aright.

“No,” she sheepishly intoned, breathing slightly heavily from her near calamity. Oddly, she didn’t immediately disentangle herself from his rescuing arm; she relaxed into his grasp. “Why would I be burnt?”

“Bartender,” Alex loudly erupted, “Irish Coffee’s supposed to be hot!”

Knowing the type, Alex didn’t worry about being too brazen. He boldly reached out with one hand and wiped the residue of his spilled drink from her wispy shirt. She didn’t resist, and her flesh felt as hot as fire.

“I’m Alex,” he said with a crooked smile and a wink.

“Uh… Carla,” she smiled.

“Pleased to meet you, Uh, Carla. You owe me a drink.”

“Just Carla,” she guffawed. One of her hands reached out, playfully punching him on the bicep.

“I’m sitting over there,” Alex pointed, still smiling, “and I’m drinking an Irish Coffee before I head home for the night.”

“Home to your girlfriend?”

Alex knew that tone, inquisitive with a shadowy veneer of disinterest. He was also astute enough to know that, for women, the ...

... question, as directly posed, was not intended to get him talking about how amazing his girlfriend was, not that he had one. She was interested and checking to see if he was available.

“Perhaps home with a beautiful but clumsy blonde wearing a wet T-shirt,” he quipped.

It was a calculated gamble, but it paid off immediately.

“Irish Coffee, you said?”

Alex shot her a sultry wink, a lewd nod, pointing his eyes right at her nipples, and, then, a provocative smile. “And whatever you’re drinking for yourself, of course.”

“I see! You’re just like all the others. You just want to get me drunk and fuck me, don’t you?”

“Only one of those is correct,” he replied. Alex eyed her up and down, not averting his gaze nor pretending to feign disinterest. He clapped his hands together softly and rapidly. “Drinks, stat.”

Carla giggled at him, enamored, and scampered to the bar, shaking her ass in the hope that he’d notice how amazing her butt looked. He did; Alex just didn’t bother mentioning it. He seated himself, observing her. She definitely knew how to get attention. Alex was mildly surprised when she actually got his drink, a large glass of liquor in her other hand, and returned to where he sat.

“Here’s the deal,” she said, her face suddenly serious. “You don’t know me, but I’ll lay it out for you. I’m probably going to fuck you, but I’m not one-hundred percent sure yet. The thing is, no guy can handle me in bed. I’m too wild and perverted. I scare them away.”

Alex had ...