Kill Fest

His aging blue eyes zeroed in on the blonde just two seats from his position. She was cute just his type, no more than 22 in his speculation within a short black dress that hugged her curves like a lovers embrace. Neglecting his 20 year marriage for something forbidden, he waited for her to turn his way allowing eye contact as she replied with a warm smile.

Scooping up his drink, he moved to his desired target taking the empty seat beside her. He saw it as his good fortune that no other man had made a move on her yet. From the onset, he took note that the young lovely's drink was near empty and quickly took command by ordering her a new Manhattan. His initiative did not go unnoticed, "Hi I'm Crystal" she said in a soft sensual voice as her fingers ran through her long blonde curls. Her smooth bare legs were casually crossed but over the course of conversation, he noted that she uncrossed her thighs ever so slightly inviting him to place a hand within her hidden depths.

The spell was severed for a brief moment when the barmaid placed the fresh drink before the girl. The barmaid, tipping 45, tried to hide her disapproval of the May / December pick-up as was so expressed on her face. She knew like everyone else in the bar that the young tart was only interested in his money as was so evident by the Rolex that he so proudly displayed. As a man of 55, balding and overweight by 20 pounds, he knew flashing a little wealth was the only way of gaining the affections of young companionship.

"Thank you," the girl said reaching for the glass rolling her pink fingertips over the rim.

"For you my dear…..I'll do anything," he replied watching her slide one finger down the inside of the glass, then withdrew the moist tip and slid it between her lips sucking the cocktail sensually.

"See something you like?" she asked shamelessly with a dirty little grin that held her companion's full attention.

While engaged in their mating game, a pair of eyes was watching the scene from just across the bar. Their observer, silent in her study, sat hunched in posture and slightly hidden behind a tall mug of cheap beer. When the man stood, he took her by the hand and walked his little mistress to the door their spectator was not far behind.

It was cool for an early spring Miami night and the girl felt a breeze upon her bare legs "My car is right over there," he said pointing the way as the blonde followed his gaze across the parking lot. Placing his hand upon her lower back, he gently guided her in the direction of his wishing. She complied and as his hand moved lower, the woman let out a girlish giggle as her body trembled in anticipation.