Sexy Sex Stories: Second Chances

About 2 months ago I moved into my new apartment in downtown Atlanta; I had just recieved a new job offer from Wont Lu Incorporated.

This weekend I suddenly realized that I work entirely to hard. Week nights are filled with endless piles of paperwork and Saturdays had begun to follow the same pattern. After a long talk with a close co-worker of mine I decided it was time for a change. Where had the fun, sponateous girl I used to know gone? Ever since I moved to Atlanta to take this new job, I've begun to change and at the rate I was going I was definately looking at a future of pointless meetings, countless late nights, and worst of all, an unhealthy addiction to a large vibrating friend I like to call "Larry." It was definitely time to mingle, be single and get laid.

While riding the MARTA to work this week a rather cute hispanic fellow had handed me a flier. You know; the usual barely dressed women, hip hop and drunken fun under 30 club. I hadn't given it much thought when he passed it to me but, the simple fact that I still had it three days later could be a sign that this was meant to be.

"1145 Saphire Ave. Hip Hop, Reggaeton and Techno." Worth a try, right? So here I am uncomforable in a place I've never been, with a dress I haven't had on in years and no clue how to even begin to blend in. But it's gotta be done. Either this or "Larry"
First a quick pit stop for some liquid courage. I strolled over to the bar and took a seat. As I sat there a moment of clarity. What the hell am I doing here? If I leave now there is no damage done. No one saw me come in, No one will see me leave and the biggest loss of the night will be the 10 dollar cover. I can deal with that.

But just as I was about to give my self a quick spin on the bar stool and head for the nearest exit. A sharp voice startled me, " What can I get you?". It was the bartender. In my mind I was thinking, 'absolutly nothing', but as I turned to say that; the words got lost.
Standing in front of me was the sexiest Asian bartender I'd ever seen. Not that there are thousands of asian bartenders walking around the streets of Downtown Atlanta but you get my point.

He was tall, muscular, with short dark hair and a smile the most flirtatious smile I've ever seen. And the most amazing voice, and he kept repeating something. Man I .... Can I .. spank... maam...help...."Can I help you." I almost forgot where I was, " Oh yeah.. a tequilla sunrise is fine."

I watched him walk away like a lion stalking its prey. What was I thinking? I complain all the time about the way men view women as pieces of meat and here I am staring at the Bartender like a porkchop.
I'm sure if he knew what I was thinking he'd be disgusted. Hell, I'm disgusted. Time to walk away. But just as I was about to leave; my drink arrived.

I was downing the drink in hopes of making a quick exit when I noticed something written on the napkin beneath the glass. " My shift ends at 10. Meet me out back.-Vic "

What? He must have seen me staring. Good job! Now not only do you seem desperate but evidently you look easy. I knew I shouldn't have worn this dress. Definitely time to go home.

20 minutes later I was at home. I'd already showered and slipped into my PJs. Lying in the bed I began to think of the bartender. What was his name? Who am I trying to kid? I know his hame, his shoe size, the color of his eyes. Hell as hard as I was staring I proably know what kind of car he drives.

As I started to think of all the things I could have done. I could have not gone at all. I could have ordered something more erotic. A sex on the beach, maybe. I could of reached over the counter and pulled him in for the most passionate kiss he's ever had. I should of been out back butt naked at 10. But instead I ran home. To what? An empty house, late night TV and Larry.

That's right I'd almost forgotten about him. Maybe the night wasn't a waste after all. I kicked the covers off and walked towards the dresser. He's always there. He's always ready and He goes away when I want him to. The perfect man.

A sly smile came to my face and I found the switch. Both switches. The one to turn the lights off and me on.

The next day at work all I could think about was sex. Last night was amazing. I don't know if it was the thoughts of Vic or the horsepower of Larry. But something was definetly different.
I had a dirty thought about every man that walked past my office window.

A short white guy strolled by around 11:00am. He looked as though he was late for something; all disshovelled, hair blown back, and eyes straight ahead.
My mind drifted ...I bet he's a minute man; too focused on the goal to enjoy the ride. Short quick strokes that do more to excite his ego than anything else.

Around 11:30 a round black man stepped outside for a smoke.
I bet he likes it rough. Pulling hair, smackin' ass, holding wrists. He looks like a control freak or maybe just a freak..Its hard to tell these days.

Shortly after a tall hispanic guy in a polo and a pair of jeans sat down on the steps. He leaned back as if he was on a beach somewhere taking in some sun. As the sun got higher in the sky he began to roll his sleeve up to reveal the most perfect set of arm I'd ever seen and when the wind blew just right you could see his chiseled body beneath his shirt. I'd just begun to imagine having him last night instead of Larry. His hard, strong body pressed into mine as he carefully stroked with slow, passionate thrusts. and then an interrupting knock on my door. It was Lee the marketing manager from the 2nd floor. "You not going to lunch?" It's 12:45 .

He talked. I heard him but I didn't answer I was too busy thinking about all the chances I'd missed. The latin lover, Mr. Whips and chains, Minute man and of course Vic from the bar.

Lee came in my office and repeated himself. He assumed I hadn't heard his 12:45 warning. But I'd heard him my mind was just in dozens of more important places.

Like gliding down my smooth caramel legs and underneath my increasingly wet red silk panties; over his shoulders and underneath the buttons on his shirt.

As he walked closer my breaths drew shorter, my palms began to sweat and my body began to tremble. By the time he reached my desk I'd already made my decision. As he put his hand on my shoulder I stood up and pressed my body against his. All of my body from my lips all the way down . He seemed shocked at first but then responded by wrapping his arms around me to pull me in close.

I reached back to clear the desk; we needed room. As we tumbled backward; each of us began shedding clothes. I could feel them as they hit the floor one at a time. First his shirt, then my skirt; his belt, and then my bra. It felt amazing!
As we made love I thought of Vic. How amazing he must be in bed. If Lee the marketing manager is this good; Vic must have been mindblowing.
I closed my eyes and let the passion take over and we caressed and moaned our way to a screaming end.
Afterward I thought it would be awkward but it wasn't. I felt satisfied, empowered, sexy; I should do things like this more often.
Lee got dressed and rushed out the door saying something about a meeting, and I began to redress.
My mind wondered again. If only I had this kind of confidence at the club; but I guess somethings just aren't meant to happen .

As I fastened the last button on my blouse, there was a knock at the door.
It was Lee and a tall, familar Asian bartender.

"This is Vic Lu. He was interested in opening an account with us and I told him you might be free right after lunch"

I guess sometimes we do get second chances.
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