His Eyes
It had been one of THOSE nights at work; the kind that nothing, no matter what it is, goes right or how it should. By the time her shift was over all she could think about was getting the hell out of there and finding a tall, cold one to drink. Just down the street from work was a club. She usually avoided it because it was always crowded, even on weeknights, and loud. Not the kind of place one went to if they just wanted to unwind and chill out. But tonight she popped in to have a cold one before the drive home. 
As usual it was packed, a bluish haze of smoke hung over everything and the music was playing loud enough to vibrate the walls. Winding her way through the mass of humanity, she was able to find a relatively quiet place at the very end of the bar. Sliding onto the stool, she ordered a Bud Light and downed half the can in a single gulp once it was put in front of her. This end of the room was darker than the rest of the club and a bit quieter, everyone seemed to be congregating at the other end of the room. 
Once she finished her first can, she sipped the next one slowly, just people watching from where she sat. Just as she was thinking it was time to get moving and get home, someone slid onto the stool next to her and said hello. Turning her head, a small smile plastered to her lips, she stopped cold. 
She found herself staring into the most entrancing eyes she had ever seen, the kind that couldn't decide if they were blue or green, and changed from day to day, and somehow or another, it felt as though they held her there, unable to look away. They weren't the kind that seemed to cut through her or were piercing, but the kind that had warmth to them; as if they wrapped her in an embrace that was both sensual and sexually-charged at the same time; the kind that seemed to weave a magic spell around her and drew her in and then would hold her in place once she was snared. 
In the past she had heard people refer to someone having "bedroom eyes" but never understood what that meant, until now. They were slightly droopy and half-lidded, like someone who was in the throes of a pleasurable sexual encounter. A shot of pure lust seemed to pour through her as she stared into them, skin prickling and heat radiating. 
Shaking it off, she smiled and finally looked at the rest possessor of those amazing eyes. While he was just your average guy, a tiny bit over six feet, about 200 lbs, a bit on the husky side, with soft, brown hair, the kind she always referred to as 'old man hair', fine and showing the telltale thinning that came as someone was starting to lose it, and strong, almost chiseled features, his eyes gave him an aura of rugged sexuality. 
After introducing himself as Bart, he struck up a conversation with her about the usual generalities people bring up when feeling out someone they don't know. Sitting there, she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. He had a soft southern accent she pegged as Texan, and every time he spoke his words seemed to flow outwards and wrap around her as if they were a piece of the finest silk. The original plan for her was to just have a couple drinks and call it a night, but she ended up so engrossed with him that before she realized it the bartender announced it was closing time. Not wanting the night to end, she did something unusual, invited him to her place for a nightcap. 
Once at her place, he had followed her in his pick-up, he wrapped his arms around her waist as she was unlocking the door, kissing the back of her neck. Once inside, after shutting the door, she turned and faced him. Pulling her into a tight and lustful embrace, his mouth devoured hers. Without hesitation she began to lead him to the bedroom, stopping every few feet to grope and kiss passionately. At the archway that led into her dining room, he pushed her against the inner part of the archway, what would have been called the doorjamb if there was a door to it, and locked his lips on hers. His hands started to roam up and down her chest, fondling and groping her a bit.
Moaning into his mouth, she clung to him, shivering. It seemed as though her lust for this man had set her whole body on fire, her skin feeling flushed and hot, and her crotch throbbing madly, juices soaking her underwear. Holding him close, one hand buried in his hair and the other wrapped around his mid-section, she pressed her body to him as tightly as she could, feeling his rock-hard cock pressing into her belly through his pants.
With his lips locked on hers, he put and arm under her ass and then pulled her close and picked her up. Cradling her against his chest, he walked a few feet to the dining room table and sat her on the edge of it. Taking a couple steps back, he quickly started to pull his clothes off, looking at her, eyes ablaze with passion and lust. 
Sitting up, she followed his lead, quickly starting to yank her clothes off, dropping them into a pile on the floor. Once finished, she leaned back on her elbows, propped her bare feet on the edge of the table and spread her legs, gazing longingly into his eyes.
Stepping to the edge of the table, he grasped her hips firmly and pulled her down to the edge, to where her ass was hanging off slightly. Leaning over her, he once again kissed her passionately. Breaking off the kiss, he propped himself up on his elbows and gazed down into her clear blue eyes, panting a bit. "Please, Indigo?" he asked, his voice deep and husky, almost making it seem like you could hear the lust in it.
Shivering a bit, she licked her swollen lips and nodded then said, voice so soft it was almost a whisper, "Yes, please Bart!"
Muttering a soft, "Thank you," he then leaned down and began to kiss her again. Slowly his calloused hand began stroking up her legs gently until they reached her dark blonde, sparsely-haired pussy. Stroking it a few times, her wetness covering his fingers like a thick honey, be began to stroke her clit ever so lightly and then placed the head of his cock against her entrance and slowly slid it in all the way.
Moaning into his mouth, she arched up off the table and pushed onto his cock. Wrapping her arms around him, she clung tightly and held him close, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out all over her body.
Shifting himself into a more comfortable position, he began to thrust into her with a slow, but steady pace, his finger working on her clit as he did. Sliding a hand under her head, he held her to him, mouth devouring hers almost roughly. 
Kissing him back fervently, she clung tightly to him; her lanky 5'10", 120lb frame quivering as his expert touch on her clit brought her closer and closer to the brink.
As his instincts told him she was getting close to the brink, he began to thrust harder. The table creaked and groaned a bit under them and her sweat soaked body made a few squeaking noises as it moved around on the highly-polished table. But mostly you could hear their panting breaths and the slap of skin on skin.
Clamping her legs tighter around him, she emitted a sound that was something like a soft wail and began to thrust up onto his cock. Her fingers dug into his back a bit as she held him tightly and her whole body began to shake almost violently.
Thrusting harder, he switched tactics and began to roll her clit between his fingers a bit, feeling her juices practically running out of her in a small river. Rolling his hips a bit, he thrust harder, pressing her mouth to his and animalistically devouring it.
Bucking and shuddering under him, she wailed into his mouth and then came, nails digging into his back and hips locked into an arch off the table. Wave after spasming wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her, causing her to shake and quiver violently.
Holding on tightly as she thrust and bucked around, he then buried his cock into her all the way up to the hilt, and let himself go, groaning in her mouth. His sweat-slick body slid against her and his nostrils flared open wide, inhaling the intoxicating scent of a woman's lust.
After catching his breath he let his now mostly-flaccid member slide out of her, trailing a string of his cum with it, and then he stood up. Gazing down at her, her body glistening with sweat, hair plastered to her head, and chest still heaving, he grinned. Leaning over, he kissed her tenderly and then scooped her up into his arms. Cuddling her close to his chest, he kissed her again and then rested his cheek against hers before heading towards her bedroom.