She seemed as drunk as he was, but she carried it with confidence and control.
She pulled you back and whispered into my ear.
"What's wrong darling, what's got you all sad and lonely?" She asked him.
Andy didn't want to share his story with a stranger but he remembered he just poured his heart out to the bartender a few minutes ago.
With a slow hum he told her everything as she guided him to a seat across the bar. She listened to him, sipping her drink from time to time.
After a while Andy finished explaining, then started crying softly. The lady comforted him softly, rubbing and with his hair gently.
"There, there darling. Don't worry everything is going to be alright, don't mind that whore that broke your precious heart, tonight you have me." She whispered slowly into his ear.
Andy felt safe and calm in her touch, it was comforting and relaxing, but also very dangerous.
He looked up at her and saw that smile, those eyes, those lustful eyes looking right into his soul.
She leaned into his ear and whispered gently and softly.
"You wanna.... wanna get out of here and go to a motel darling, i could make you feel so much better and maybe you'll forget about your little old ex"
She told him, her hand moving to his shorts to rub up and down against his thigh. She was rough about it too, this actually made me hard.
Andy didn't know he should reject and go home or accept her offer, but the alcohol and testosterone finally won.
He raised from her lap and looked into those predatory eyes, he took a deep breath and spoke.
"Sure, let's go, I mean if you want." He told her, with confidence he shouldn't have had.
She smiled and whispered into his ear, "Good boy."
With that she held his hand and dragged him out the bar, the late night breeze slapping his face like a harsh reminder of the day he just had.
Andy barely took 10 steps when he suddenly felt nauseous.
He bent over and vomited into a nearby trash can, spitting a few times to get the acid taste out his mouth.
"Ugh disgusting." He muttered, raising head from the bin.
But his head started to spin and pound, he staggered for a few steps, nearly collapsing onto the hard pavement.
But the woman caught him quickly, she looked at him for a few moments before grabbing my chin.
Forcing Andy to look at her, without warning she slammed against his lips in a rough and dominating kiss.
She bites his tongue hard, drawing blood that caused their mouths to taste coppery.
She broke the kiss after a few minutes, looking into his eyes, she licked her lips before speaking.
"My name is Martha, and what's your name my little darling?" She asked.
She didn't give me a chance to respond though, kissing him again and slipping her hand into his shorts.
She rubbed hard against his dick, wrapping her fingers around the shaft as she pumped it violently.
It burned and Andy was afraid she might tear his skin, but it also felt good.
She caused Andy to release all over her hand, she slowly pulled her hand out, admiring the evidence of her work.
She pokes my nose and grabs my hand, guiding me towards a near by motel.
The room was bad, terrible in every way possible but at that moment it didn't matter.
They stumbled into the motel room, the door slamming shut behind them like a final punctuation on the day.
The place was cheap--faded wallpaper, a bed that creaked under our weight, and the faint smell of stale cigarettes.
Martha shoved Andy against the wall, her hands were everywhere, tearing at his shirt buttons with impatient fingers.
"Strip," she commanded, her voice low and husky from the booze.
Her eyes, dark and hungry, locked onto his as she peeled off her own top, revealing smooth skin and curves that made his pulse race despite the alcohol.
They fucked like beasts the whole night, skin slapping against skin as they claimed eachother deeply.
When the first lights of the morning peered through the old curtains. Andy slowly woke up and found Martha was gone, except for a small note on the side drawer.
"Sorry darling, had to leave before anyone saw me, but I made sure to leave some breakfast, hope we will meet soon some day."
Andy looked at the plate that was next to the letter.
He looked up to the ceiling and smiled even though he was sad.
"What a woman, I wonder if I'll ever see her again." He told myself as he grabbed the plate and started eating
6 Months Later....
Andy's father had started seeing someone after the death of my mother a few months back.
And today she was supposed to arrive.
Andy was in the living room as my father was upstairs, he was preparing to introduce Andy to his new love.
Andy didn't like the idea but he had to respect his fathers wishes, even if they were complete bullshit.
A few minutes later he heard a knock at the front door, his father screamed from his room upstairs
"Andrew, please answer the door, it could be your new mother." He said, his voice sounding ever so calm.
Andy got up and walked over, stretching hard and lazily while complaining under his breath.
He opened the door slightly and met with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Her body was a masterpiece of curves and thickness, breasts that could barely be contained in her bra.
Hips that would turn a gay man straight and a straight woman lesbian.
And to top it all off, eyes that worked like temptation and sin mixed together, she was a goddess. But she seemed familiar.
He had to look away for a few seconds to not get hard. "Damn, dad is lucky." He thought.
"Excuse me darling, is this Nolan Richards house.... " She asked me but couldn't finish.
Andy's heart skipped a few beats upon hearing that name, "no it couldn't be her right? Right??!!." He asked him but then he saw her look away and blush.
"Um, can I get a name first?" Andy told her, his voice losing all its composure.
The woman turned back towards him, her gaze looking down as she played with her dress. "I-its Martha C-connors, young man." She told him.
Andy just nodded, but inside he was having a complete melt down. "You have to be kidding me right now, how is this even possible? How.?"