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away from her house,
agreeing to meet him there in half an hour. As she slipped on her
most flattering v-neck black dress, she turned from side to side to
check out every angle. Her almond eyes narrowed as she caught sight
of some sneaky cellulite. Come
hell or high
water I’m hitting the gym first thing Monday morning, she vowed before she grabbed her shawl, clutch and dashed through the
door.
     
    CHAPTER
FIVE
    Clara’s
throaty laugh echoed along with the click of her heels against the
pavement into the dark sky. She couldn’t remember the last time
she’d had such enriching conversation with a man. Looking up at
him now, she found herself mesmerized by his swagger. He was even
more gorgeous than she’d pieced together from his sexts and
their chemistry was just as strong in person as it was online. Clara
spotted him right away when she arrived a few minutes late to the
lounge, leaning against the top exchanging casual banter with the
bartender. His expression softened once he caught sight of Clara. Her
heart nearly jumped in her throat when he stood up to introduce
himself.
    “ Clara?
I’m Drew.” his voice was so deep and gravelly that it
nearly melted her panties.
    “ Hi!”
Clara flashed a bright smile, ignoring the smoldering heat between
her legs. He was just over six foot with dark brown hair that touted
a sprinkle of salt tinted strands. His expressive hazel brown eyes
bore into her as he pressed his lips together at the sight of her.
His smooth snowy skin had only a hint of a shadow. His tailored white
button up and creased gray trousers  As she held out her hand to
him, he brought it up to his mouth and kissed it-slowly…sensually.
Clara felt her knees weaken. She wanted to rip off her dress and let
him take her on top of the bar. “N-nice to meet you Farm- I
mean Drew,” she stammered. “Finally!” she guffawed
a little too loudly.
    Drew
smiled down at her. He knew she was nervous and he found it
endearing. He felt his cock come alive through his trousers as he
motioned for her to go ahead of him. Her tight black dress against
her dark skin hugged her curvaceous bottom like a glove. His dick
swelled as he put his hand on the small of her lower back to lead her
towards her seat.
    The
heat from his massive hand on her lower back made Clara go limp. As
she perched herself atop the bar stool she did everything she could
to recover from her goofy intro. Get
yourself together girl ,
she silently berated herself .
Your waist is tight-enough, your cleavage is right. Make him want you
as much as you want him! Tossing
her head back, she turned on the charm. “So…this is
you,” she said seductively.
    “ This
is me,” Drew grinned mischievously, gazing at her supple curvy
form. He’d had an idea of how beautiful she was from the
pictures they’d exchanged but they did her no justice. What
a goddess, he thought as he took in her wild dark hair, her smooth caramel skin,
the arc of her cheek and the curl in her luscious lips. Those
lips… His
manhood sprang to life as his mind began to wander into his depraved
rolodex of fantasies. While Clara kept talking, his eyes
clandestinely floated to the growing wet spots in the middle of her
bountiful chocolate udders. Even through her black dress the seeping
was obvious. He couldn’t stop his mouth watering at the thought
of wrapping his tongue around her dark succulent nipples and filling
his gut with her sweet nourishment.
    “ You
know,” Clara continued, fully aware that she’d sprung a
leak. “I wanted to thank you,” she looked down at her
martini glass and slowly traced the rim.
    “ For
what?” Drew’s voice was low and sensual. He took a sip of
his scotch. God
she’s beautiful. Play cool, don’t come on too strong or
you’ll scare her off. He
silently coached himself. He shot Clara a warm smile. Looking up at
him, Clara spotted gentle crow’s feet creases at the corners of
his eyes. His teeth were big and bright. He had a boyish charm