I puffed on my cigar making more smoke than was necessary hoping she would move away. She was hot but I was in no mood for another high maintenance bitch to drain my pockets. I watched her from the side of my eye and saw her reach into her bag and draw out a cigarette. Of course she couldn’t find a match and turned to me, cigarette dangling between her fingers.
“Pardon me, do you have a light?” she asked in a pleasingly husky voice.
I had to oblige her no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t be completely anti-social. “Sure,” I said and flicked my lighter to life. She softly cupped my hand with her long fingers taking the opportunity to look me straight in the eyes. She had big green eyes and full red lips that looked like they were made to wrap themselves around a cock.
“Thank you,” she said slowly sliding her long nails off of my hand sending an electric charge straight to my cock. It twitched and I think I unknowingly winced. She smiled looking down at my crotch. I turned around to face the bar again and tried to ignore her, but she wasn’t going to make it that easy for me.
She turned in her seat to face me and said, “Excuse me, I know this sounds like a line, but what kind of a ... Les hele novellen
