I walked into the small-town pub, unaware that I’d soon be matching a face to the nameless man who dominated my private fantasies.  I’d left the States on an urge to travel and find out what the rest of the world has to offer.  On my solo journey through England, I was learning to live life by the moment and shun inhibitions.  I wasn’t going to let any opportunity pass me by, of any kind. 

To my delight, the local “Brit” men were particularly charming, all gentlemanly to visiting girls and always up for playing ambassador to their native country.  And the accent!  There’s nothing like a sexy foreigner speaking proper English with a bit of sexy slang tossed in to keep you on your toes.

I’d found a cozy, leather seat among the traditional pub decor and surveyed the crowded scene for someone interesting to meet.  And then, I saw him.

It was the blonde, meticulously spiked hair that caught my attention.  I had more than a thing for men with spiked hair; it was practically a fetish.  I visualized a sexual deviant lurking beneath the surface.  This one had the longest lashes framing his blue eyes.  When the dim lighting was reflected, I glimpsed the small, steel stud piercing just below his lower lip. 

I almost lost myself, imagining the taste of that mouth, when I noticed his eyes focused directly on me.  Our shared gaze was broken when a flirty redhead approached him, smiled sweetly, and shouted to him over the loud music.  My object of desire stepped behind the bar to select a bottle, poured a round of shots for his customer, and seized one for himself.  Not only was he hot, he was the bartender.  Despite the potential challenge, I had to have him for myself. 

I continued to observe him from afar, remaining mysterious and catching his attention despite the distractions surrounding him.  When he glanced my way more intently, I threw him my most lascivious smile.  At his first opportunity, he sauntered across the room and stood over me.  He oozed sex appeal from every pore.  I was butter melting at his feet.

“May I join you?”  The accent actually complimented his tough image.

I concealed my blush with a cool smile.  “Of course.”

His name was Duncan, and his distinct manner of speech caused me to grow more aware of the blood rushing between my legs with every sentence.  Yet, when he offered to show me around town during my stay, I felt thwarted.

“Unfortunately, I’m leaving tomorrow.  Tonight is my last night,” I lamented.

“Then, we’ll have to make it a memorable one.”  He returned to his post, leaving me to wonder what he had in mind.

When I was later en route to the ladies’ room, Duncan snagged me as I walked past.  “Would you like to help me choose the music?”

“Sure,” I offered.

Duncan pointed to a closet-sized room lined with shelves of CDs.  I heard the door shut behind us and turned to find Duncan with a mischievous grin.  “I’ve been waiting to have you all to myself,” he admitted, daring me to give in to the longing that had tortured me all night.

He pressed my back against the shelves while I met his lowered mouth.  His full lips tasted of sweet liquor, nearly drowning mine.  He held my arms at my sides as I opened my mouth further to accept more of his urging tongue. 

He cupped my ass in both hands and then squeezed hard as his tongue pierced my mouth with a final jab.  His growing bulge pressed into my lower stomach making me long to see the treasure hidden there.  His grip didn’t loosen until the convincing kiss ended, leaving my lips tingling in the absence of pressure.  I matched his intense stare as he knelt before me.  I nearly panted, actually growing moist in anticipation, while his long fingers moved to my jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper.

A fist pounding on the locked door startled us, and we hurried out of the room, not looking too awfully obvious.  After all, selecting music to keep pace with a demanding crowd was serious business.  As I slipped past Duncan, he asked if I’d stick around until closing time.  “That was just a test,” he teased.  I could hardly wait.

When closing time finally came, I anxiously watched the crowd scatter.  Duncan and I waited for his workmates to disperse after the lock-in and complimentary rounds of drinks.  When we were finally alone, I excused myself to freshen up and returned to find a makeshift bed on the floor before the grand fireplace.  Duncan had borrowed red velvet cushions from the surrounding couches.  “It’s warm by the fire,” he coaxed.

He directed me to lie down and slipped his shirt over his head to reveal the unbelievable chest his t-shirt had been hiding all night.  I sighed aloud as he lay next to me and fingered the buttons on my shirt.  My skin tingled and my breasts swelled with the slow release of each button.  He deliberately paused between each one, adding to my agony.  “Touch me,” I begged.

Duncan obediently removed my clothes and rested a warm palm on my stomach, radiating heat and heightening my anticipation.  His mouth consumed mine again, and I reached for his ass, pricking him with my nails as I squeezed.  Every moment that my most eager spot between my legs was purposely ignored, I dug my nails deeper into his flexed muscle. 

When I could no longer stand the torment, he placed his hand between my legs and slid a single finger gently inside me.  A shockwave of pleasure rolled through my entire body, followed by a shiver standing the tiniest hairs on end.  I trembled beneath Duncan’s deft hand while his mouth plucked my large nipples, one at a time, and rolled them between his teeth. 

He monitored my every reaction with his intense gaze.  I winced in delight when he grabbed a handful of breast and twisted its mass, creating an entirely new sensation.  I strained to reach his mouth with mine and defined the rhythm I craved between my legs.  He obliged with a second and third finger twirling inside me, reaching every responsive inch.  My hips rose, quivering, and I braced myself for the final wave of sensation that would send me over the edge.

Instead, Duncan quickly freed his fingers to release his own eager member, its smooth skin stretched tight.  I tugged on it roughly, pumping it to an impossible hardness, and guided him into me, feeling his large mass pass slowly inside me.  “Wait for me,” Duncan whispered huskily.  He slapped the weight of his body against mine, our moist skin sparkling in the firelight, as he drilled into me over and over, faster and faster, until my body arched to meet his for the definitive plunge.  We shuddered together and weakly collapsed in exhaustion.

The sun was coming up over the rolling green hills lined with ancient stone fences as Duncan and I left the pub, disappearing before the early morning cleaners arrived.  I signaled a cab for my return to the hostel I was staying at.  ....