I am a woman obsessed. I squirm in my seat and the ben wah balls stir up subtle vibrations as I feel myself inhaling deeply to regain my composure. The rest of the day progresses with steamy thoughts and aching desires but I quell them with the gentle reminder that I have a solution.

The workday is nearly over and my heat is now at a fever pitch. I press my legs tightly together and do a few kegels, which sends erotic shivers though my insides. Walking rapidly to my car, I toss the demure jacket in the backseat, no longer needing even a veil of propriety.

Additionally, my temperature is significantly higher as my mind races more towards my goal. My nipples perk as the silk fabric caresses them and my arousal erects them. I feel practically naked and cannot wait until I actually am. Parking my car on the gravel parking lot of my favorite watering warmth, I confidently soft placeure myself that what I need is right inside those doors.

I won't need the balls anymore, and I reach between my legs and give the string a little tug. They slide right out from my petals and land in my hand. My juices are all over them and I quickly stick my toy into the glove box. My hand smells like female desire, as I rub my hands together. I wonder if the man who touches my hand first will smell and know what I've been doing? Swinging open the door to the bar, and I make my way through the dim interior until my eyes focus on the perfect combination to quell my desires, a man with incredible potential along with the empty barstool next to him.

Serendipity! He has cuffed up shirtsleeves, a loosened tie, broad shoulders, and chiseled features. Dark wavy hair and the most incredible eyes I've ever seen. They seem to be a bluish green. He is sipping some sort of martini, and I detect the familiar olive floating in his lengthtail. Kismet! I sashay over as I feel the eyes of all the men in the room staring in my direction.

I guess it's not too hard to spot a woman on the prowl if one is paying attention. We catch each other's eye with a look of unstated sexual recognition. He will do perfectly.

"Is this seat taken?" I ask in my most enticing voice. "Only if you take it, " the object of my desire answers back. "Well thank you then, I will." I subtly swing my leg over the backless seat, in a modified straddle until my settle onto the seat, with nothing but my skirt separating me from the hard polished oak of the stool. The man flags the bartender over.

"Whatever the lady would like please." Oh as if he doesn't know, I think silently. I tell the bartender, "I would like an amaretto sour, with an extra cherry, please." I giggle to myself that I'm actually going to do that silly party trick where I tie the cherry stem in a knot.

It never fails to send all sorts of signals about the things I can do with my tongue. That advertising and me. I guess I'm in the right line of work. My drink arrives and I smile warmly at the man next to me. I wonder if he knows what I have in mind. Without saying a word, but never breaking eye contact, I lift the cherry into my mouth.

Sliding the shiny crimson fruit past my lips, I open my mouth slightly and pluck the cherry from the stem. I toy my lips where the juice touches them and slowly bite the cherry, sending an explosion of sweet juices over my taste buds. I swallow the fruit and then pop the stem in my mouth. The man watches in awe.

Keeping my lips closed the only thing that is visible is a few movements from inside my mouth.

Mission accomplished.

I part my lips and put my fingers to them as I gently pull out the cherry stem tied into a perfect knot. Like some sort of trophy, I place it on his drink napkin and turn back to my drink, never uttering a word.

"You've quite a talented tongue, " he chuckles. Yes, it worked! I think. "Thank you, just something I picked up in my travels.

" "What else have you picked up?" The double entendres flow as smoothly as the drinks. Boldly, I rotate my stool half a turn so I am facing him. I lay my hand on his knee let out a sultry laugh, "Don't you mean whom? And if that is the case, I'm hoping it's you." I spread my legs a little and slide forward so my knees are on each side of his knees. His hand touches my hand and I grab it with confidence. The cherry stem trick does it every time. I'm vamping it a little and I pull my hand away so that his hand is on my bare thigh, just above my knee. I wonder how long before he realizes that I am not wearing panties.

"You are the sexiest, most confident woman I believe I've ever encountered." "I'm just used to getting what I need." As I say that, I lean in towards him whispering, "For example" My voice trails off and I slide my leg over his so that his hand travels up my thigh. His rough hand squeezes my inner thigh and I moan softly. I'm so close to what I need and I've waited all day.

"I need a man tonight, will you give me what I need?" I part my legs a little more so that he gets the idea that I want him to feel her. I sit in such a way that his hand is camouflaged from the rest of the room and coax him with my body language to touch me there. With just the tip of his finger, he strokes between my slit.

I shudder.

"Ohhhhh, wow. That was it, what I need.

Can we please get out of here?" The man pulls his hand back out and places his wet finger on first my lips, then his, almost making a shhhh sign. Our connection is sealed, as I lock eyes with him and watch him run his tongue over his lips, while he leans towards me for a kiss. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth with urgency, mimicking what I want him to do with his hard length at the first opportunity. We start making out with wild abandon. Oh I've thought about this all day. I've wanted this all day. I've needed this all day.

This man is mine. We breathlessly part and I gaze down at his hands.

Such strong powerful hands.

The sort of hands you want to hold you forever. Something shiny catches my eye.

"Nice ring, " I say casually.

"Thanks, it's just a little something my wife picked out for me on our wedding day. Do you like her taste?" "It is obviously exquisite. She chose you." "You should see her, she's incredible. And you really should see her in a skirt, particularly when paired with garters and stockings. I cannot help but notice, your ring is similar. I'd almost imagine they came together, " the man answers with a grin. "I would imagine that same thing. But why are we discussing our spouses? I'm here to get laid, are you interested?" "I'd be a crazy man to turn down an offer like that. By the way, you know that cherry trick always gets me hot, you shameless little hussy.

" "Of course I knew, why do you think I ordered that drink? Let's get out of here sweetie, now." "Super. I had a buddy drop me off after work so we can ride home together. Told him I was meeting some hot chick and I hoped to get lucky." I smile at my husband as we lace arms and walk casually out of the bar, knowing full well we will both get what we came for. It was worth the day of waiting. I'd say he isn't the only one who got lucky. As to the heat? The flame still burns, but then again, isn't that what it's all about?