She was grinning at him as he looked at her. But he didn’t keep his eyes locked with hers. No, his eyes went down that pretty figure. That buxom brunette was even more of a knockout in this little skimpy outfit. His eyes lingered as he bluntly looked down, studied her from the top of her head all the way down to her toes. He could imagine how it would be, to lay between those legs, pounding into her roughly. God. He could feel himself throbbing at the sight of her. This was going to be hell, these days, but also the coming hours with her seated at the bar and without any release whatsoever.<br/><br/>He grinned at her as she told him it was a pretty drink. The waft of smoke that came from the dry-ice made the cocktail something to be admired. She was like a pro, waiting for that dry-ice to fizzle out and give her the opportunity to drink. She sipped and closed her eyes. He watched the full lips. Like pillows for his cock. They were moist after her sip. The closing of her eyes and seeing her throat swallow it. Ugh. He could imagine her downing something completely different than that drink that was in her glass.<br/><br/>But she increased the visual she had given him after that first sip with the second. She was looking him up and down as much as he had just before. That tongue twirling over her lip like a kitten who had just had a bowl of milk. He nearly reached out to her to pull her close, over the bar. But he waited, his hands on his own drink by now. Taking the glass inbetween the palms and bringing it up for a sip of his own. The sultry voice sounding that she loved strawberries. Well. He loved something else.<br/><br/>I’m not used to talking if it’s not business or pleasure… She walked away at that. Headed out towards the pool giving him a full view of the small back, the shoulders, he could even see the sides of her heavy rack from his viewpoint and that round rear. As she got in, he couldn’t stay behind the bar. He took another sip before he settled the glass down. A quick cleanup of the bar which took just a few seconds as she stated her impatience.<br/><br/>That meant he couldn’t stay behind the bar. She was standing there, at the high end of the pool. Her hips just below the surface, but her upper body on full display. The droplets of water slipping down her skin, showing its wetness in its full glory. That made this even worse. He came from behind the bar and there was no way he could hide what he was packing. He chuckled as she had spoken to him.<br/><br/>With elegance and a show of flexibility, he settled himself down on the side of the pool. Seating on the edge, but in such a way, that she was between his legs. A quick glance at the house, to see if anyone was watching, then back to her. She was close. Her stomach at his height. And his right hand came up as he placed his left a little behind him. Leaning back to show off his muscled physique and the abs.<br/><br/>That hand that reached up, slipped into her hair. As he spoke again. “Waiting for what?’ with a smile on his face. She could feel herself being tugged. They were close. So damn close. As he brought her even closer. If she would push forward, she could kiss. Or if she would use her hands, she could focus on something else. His legs closing a little until they were slightly squeezing her hips.