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Third Times the Charm

My eyes wandered over the people that filled the bar as I sipped my drink. That wasn’t usually my thing, but I was in unfamiliar territory. When I looked up again, my breath was caught in my throat at the woman who was coming into the bar.

She was beautiful, dressed in a black sweater dress and black knee-high boots with her coat thrown across her arm. Her toasted pecan skin glowed brightly in the dim lighting of the bar. Her full pink lips were begging to be kissed, and her hair was in wild curls that had flurries of snow in it.

We held each other’s gaze as she made her way to the seat next to me. As she sat down, “All I Want for Christmas is You” by Mariah Carey began to play. I inhaled her scent of citrus, flowers, bergamot, and patchouli. I turned to look at her and was shocked to see that she was already looking at me.

I was sure that my cheeks were rosy. I was embarrassed that she caught me attempting to check her out. I was also shocked at my behavior because I never really gave women a second glance. Ever since college, my main focus has been my business.

When the last woman I called myself being involved with showed that she was more in tune with what I could do for her pockets than me as a person, I cut her off. That was sophomore year of college, so about six going on seven years ago, and I’ve been celibate ever since.

This woman sitting next to and staring back at me, though, had awakened something in me that I hadn’t known existed. Just sitting next to her, I felt this warm sensation course through my body. I shuddered to understand how someone I didn’t even know could affect me so much.

“Do you normally stare at strangers?”

I was taken aback, but I smiled. “No, not normally. I’m usually not around people.”

“Hmmm… interesting.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure. As long as you don’t expect anything in return.”

“I don’t expect anything at all. You just look like you need one.”

“I do.”

As I looked for the bartender, a waiter brought out my food and placed it in front of me on the bar. I flagged down the bartender so that she could order a drink. The bartender hurried over and took her order, and the song playing switched to “Santa Baby” by Ashanti, and I watched her as she mouthed the words to the song.

“Can I have a Mai Tai please?”

“Put it on my tab.”

The bartender nodded and began to make her drink.

“Thank you…”


“Thank you, Tahir.”

“Would you like something to eat?”

“You gon’ pay for that too?”

I chuckled. “I can. If that’s okay with you?”

“I can cover my food if you’ll keep me company while I eat.”

“I think I can manage that.”

I looked around to find us a table and spotted an empty booth in the back right corner. “Why don’t you take my plate to the booth, and I’ll be over with your drink in a minute.”

She nodded and then picked up my plate and the rolled silverware. “I’m just going to say sorry now. If you get to the table and find a piece of your steak missing, I apologize.”

I threw my head back and laughed from the depths of my stomach. “Have it. I’ll order another one.”

She smiled and walked away to the booth. I watched the sway of her hips and got lost in their movement. I adjusted myself underneath the bar. When the bartender finished making her drink, I ordered another meal and drink and asked that they be brought to the booth when they were done.

I picked up her drink and walked toward the booth to find that she was halfway through the plate. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You were hungry?”

She wiped the corners of her mouth with a cloth napkin. “This steak is hitting all the right spots.”

I grunted and sat across from her, afraid that my erection would scare her away. I adjusted myself under the table, and then I watched her finish the rest of the food before she sat back and patted her stomach.

“I see you can put away some food.”

“That’s one of the things I don’t play about.”

“What’s another …”


“What’s another thing you don’t play about, Yadira?”

“My family.”

I nodded. “Now, I definitely understand that.”

“Tell me something that makes you different from most men?”

“I’ve been celibate for six going on seven years.”

She choked on her drink, and I reached over to pat her back.

“I’m fine. Thank you. Are you serious?”

“Very. The last woman I had sex with showed me she was a gold digger, so I cut ties and focused on my business.”

“I mean, I get it, but you’re too damn fine. You’re what, six-foot-three, one hundred and eighty-five pounds? And then you have the nerve to have a damn beard? Those glasses just add to your sex appeal.”

I chuckled and smiled. “Thanks. I’m also shy, socially awkward, introverted, and a recluse. I don’t leave my house unless I have to.”

“So why’d you bless the world with your presence today?”

“My sister-in-law went into labor early, so I had to handle a meeting.”

“Has she had the baby yet?”

“Yes. The drink was to celebrate a safe delivery and a new life.”

“Do you want kids?”

I nodded. “I do, but I’d have to meet a woman worth creating a life with first.”

“That’s very true. Some women aren’t meant to be mothers.”

“What about you? Do you want kids?”

“Eventually. I have to find a man worth my time.”

“What’s stopping you now?”

“Work. Life. Taking care of others. I don’t have time for myself.”

“You make time for the things you want. So, either you really don’t want it, or well, that’s just it. You don’t strike me as the type of woman who doesn’t go after what she wants. So, the question is, how bad do you want it, Yadira?”

She squirmed in her seat and downed her drink. “You sure you want to go that route with me, Tahir?”

It was my turn to down my drink. I pulled at my collar because my temperature had risen. I wasn’t usually this person. I wasn’t forward with women at all. I’ve never been so direct with a woman. I normally let them lead and make the first move, but with Yadira, I was willing to step outside of my comfort zone.

“I’m positive.”

“You might want to get your food to go. You’ll need it.”

I looked up just as the waitress was bringing my food and my drink. I asked for a to-go box and the check. I downed my drink and then scribbled my name on the receipt leaving a generous tip.

I quickly ushered Yadira back to my cabin, and once the door was closed behind us, she pounced on me. When her lips met mine for the first time, my knees damn near buckled. I wasn’t expecting them to feel so soft and pillow-like. I sucked her bottom lip into mine.

That elicited a moan from her that shot straight to my groin. I was standing at attention in my jeans, and Yadira was grinding her pussy against me. I could feel the warmth coming from between her legs through our clothing.

Yadira broke our kiss to begin removing my clothing. I assisted her by toeing off my shoes while she removed my coat and then pulled my hoodie over my head in one swift motion. While she was doing that, I began to undo my pants and started pushing them and my boxers down my legs. Once I was naked, Yadira stepped back and looked at me. I could see the lust and fire in her almond-shaped dark brown eyes.

“Well, I can see that you spend time in the gym when you aren’t working.”

“You have too many clothes on for me right now, Sweetness.”

I watched her as she completed a slow striptease. First, she removed her coat then her boots. She pulled her dress over her head and then turned and gave me her back. My eyes went to the tattoo of a hummingbird and daylilies that adorned her right shoulder before dropping to her thong covered peached shaped ass. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra before dropping it beside her.

She looked at me over her shoulder and said, “You plan on standing there all night, or are you going to come get what’s yours?”

My dick jumped, and I made my way to her. I kissed her shoulder and then her neck while I toyed with her nipples. I slid my hand down her body and into the seat of her thong. I rubbed her nub with one finger before slipping that same finger into her warm and slippery pussy.

I pumped my digits into her slowly, causing her to shiver against me. I could feel her knees giving out beneath her. She grabbed my hand to push my fingers deeper into her moistness.

“Shit, Tahir! Go faster. I wanna cum.”

“Cum then. I’m not stopping you, Sweetness,” I urged as I moved my fingers faster to bring her to her climax.