Paula

She let out a loud gasp. The man let go of her hands. She could see him in the mirror, moving toward the door.
“Are you sure that you want to do this?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Then…in want you to prove it…”
She was at the deep end of the pool now, in really deep water. One more step and then there would be no way back.
“Close the door, sir”
“Are you sure…”
“Just close the damn door” she interrupted. Before she could change her mind, she opened her jeans and pulled them down to her knees in one rapid movement. The man closed the door to the outside world.
“Better, Paula..”
She heard him light a cigarette. He had all the time in the world. She closes her eyes again. Could hear the sound of his steps on the hardwood floor as he approached her.
“You are an amazing girl..”
“Thank you, sir”
She was leaning her elbows on the bar. Such a wicked scene, a young, very pretty woman, Afro-American, and a man she had not even seen yet. And her jeans were around her knees.

“There is one thing…I still live at home, so I have to be back in..about 4 hours, sir”
It felt as if their eyes met in the mirror, but she was not sure. He nodded.
“You can leave when I say so..”
She moaned a shivered as he put a hand on her butt. Paula wished that there had been more mirrors in there. A stranger´s hand on her behind…
“I want you to climb up onto the bar…”
She began to do that. It was not easy, with her jeans around her leg, but she somehow managed to do that.
“No, just lie down…like that, yes”
On her stomach, his hands on her behind again. No, more like between her buttocks. Taking possession of her.
“Get my cock out,” he said and put his other hand on the back of her head. Paula got up on her elbows and opened his paint-stained jeans. He was hard, but not bone-hard.
“Want to suck it?”
“I do, sir…”