She goes for it.

Melody gradually worked her way to the man's seat observing him closely. She placed a well manicured hand on his shoulder and pushed to see if he would come around. As he sat up he placed his warm, slightly rough, hand on hers. She felt that deep quivering excitement as he looked at her through blinking eyes. Averting his glance she peered down only to see that his pants were bulging. “Oh, my,” she said looking back into his eyes now, “seems I woke you up from a very nice dream.”

He tilted his chin down and noticing his erection started to pull back. Now that he was sitting up straight she could tell that he was tall. “You know that just happens,” he said trying to reduce the tension he felt.

“I do,” replied Melody, “but I still just hate to see it go to waste.” She moved her right hand down and firmly squeezed. He was frozen, looking at her, thinking to himself maybe he was dreaming after all. Her painted nails searched around for a moment and found the metal button and with a twist of her thumb it was undone, followed by the zipper which easily parted over the mass of his member.

“Trust me, it doesn't go to waste,” he started grasping at words to stop her advances, “my girlfriend makes very good use of it.” In his mind he was getting up but his body hadn't budged. He was instead looking her up and down taking in her curves. She placed her left foot on the barstool foot rest and stepped up, swinging her right leg over so her crotch was sitting just next to his cock.

“I'm sure she does,” Melody said, stroking the vein on his slightly curved cock until a drop appeared at the tip. She began working it down the crown and he closed his eyes and grabbed her hand in a feeble attempt to stop her. “I'm sure I can make good use of it as well.” She easily broke through his grasp, placed one hand on a shoulder, and used the other to guide him slowly into her small hole.

They both exhaled and he grabbed at her hips to stop her from moving. His cock wasn't all the way in yet. She locked her eyes on his and reached down to grab his legs and rocked her hips forward and down, letting the base of his member kiss at her swollen lips. “You must really need this,“ he said with a smirk.

Melody grinned back, “A girl can always use a good orgasm or two.” She continued to ride him, rocking back and forth with him all the way inside. It didn't take her long to feel the pressure - the thrilling twinge of her cumming. She moaned and switched her motion to up and down, squeezing her muscles around his shaft..

By now he was fully immersed. He had unhooked her bra and had two very full handfuls of natural tits with small barbells in each peachy nipple. She worked her hips in a figure eight and his cock pulsed at each turn. He moaned softly, tilting his head back, when she paused and slid down, sitting with his head buried deep, slick and wet inside her. He pinched her breasts and tugged slightly on them. She moaned too, cumming again - so much that it dripped down his balls and onto the seat. She smiled wildly and pulled his head up to meet her stare as she took off again - grinding him quicker and quicker.

He felt a rush like never before as she leaned forward pushing her tit into his mouth. He sucked eagerly, teasing the metal with the tip of his tongue. She steadied her pace and tensed her muscles rhythmically until in a flash he was gushing cum into her. Somewhat shocked at the release, he pulled his head back from her breast and saw her there - orgasming and smiling a certain way at him. “I think we both needed that!” Melody laughed and pulled herself up, over, and off.

He grabbed a nearby stack of cocktail napkins and did his best to clean up his pants while Melody went back to closing up the bar. “You should hurry home, last call was over an hour ago.” He looked at her, not sure how to take her and starting to sober up. He stood up walked toward the door, pausing before walking out the door to say one last thing. “Same time next week?”