A Blue Soul at Bluestone's
Bluestone's Bar, or BB's as it was often called, wasn't too packed that evening. Being one of the casual bars made it an open and welcome place for anyone looking to unwind from their day of work or stress, and both especially. It served well enough for both business parties and social gatherings, and was a prime spot for some of the locals when they were looking for a date night. The open space of the bar's layout gave the atmosphere a relaxed feeling, one that'd be a comfort to any looking for room to breathe. Several tables were laid out in the main floor, usually with sets of two or three chairs for people to have themselves a small gathering if they wished, or at least a feeling of assured space if they were expecting company. Further towards the back, there was a few larger tables that carried a more formal feeling, with linen cloths spread over them and nicely arranged silverware. That section was divided from the main bar by a set of glass doors, which were closed that evening.
Sarah Harshwhinny stopped her survey of the semi-crowded bar to focus her attention on her drink. She had on a suitable outfit to wear, surprising herself that she still had such a number in her closet. Most of her usual ensembles were professional wear only, something that served as a reminder of how out of the way this idea was for her. It didn't deter her, however; checking herself in her full-length mirror at home told her she could still wear the outfit and not look overly flashy. The white blouse and dark green sleeved top she wore let her feel more casual, and was a relaxed fit on her figure. She preferred layered clothing, if only to keep attention off of her impressive bust. How else could she expect conversation if their attention was fixed on comparing herself to watermelons?
Her arrival at the bar had been timely at the start of its usual busy hours for drinkers and visitors alike. She’d found a seat with enough space on either side that anyone could sit beside her if they chose. A few had done so, but none had remained or tried to strike up conversation with her. It was leaving her with a distaste so far for her idea, that maybe she should have just stayed home after all. At least then she could keep her mind off of things.
“Pardon me, miss?”
A voice to her left drew her attention off of her drink, only to regret the idea as her gaze fell upon a rather shoddy appearing man speaking to her. He stood behind and to her right, walking over towards her. His jacket was halfway off, hanging onto one arm while the other was exposed save for the short sleeve of his t-shirt. There were stains present on his sleeve that made Harshwhinny question his hygiene, but she'd seen worse at the Games herself.
“Yes?”
“I-I wash...wandering if you'd appreciate shome company?” He asked, the slur as audible in his voice as the stench of alcohol coming off of him. He tried to grin at her, but it didn't aid his case when it displayed a few teeth missing from his upper jaw-line.
“I think I can manage by myself fine, thank you.” She replied, turning her head away from him. Stars and stones, what had she been thinking? This was an awful idea. She wasn't a socialite for things like this; all she'd done was set herself up for a long night of lonesome drinks and a lack of decent company.
“Awww, come on miss. I promish I'm real friendly once you get to know me.” He insisted, taking a step closer. Instinct made her consider standing, to try and intimidate him away. It was the wrong night to be trying to pick her up, though for now she settled for a scowl and opened her mouth to cut him down to size.
“If I knew you, I'd be telling you to lay off the drinks, pal.”
Harshwhinny closed her mouth to cut off the reply she'd been ready to let out, looking beside her at the newcomer standing behind her. His appearance was certainly cleaner than his counterpart's, dressed in a black business suit with the jacket undone to reveal the faint blue shirt underneath. His tie was loosened, and his hair hung loosely about his cheeks as he spoke, blackish-grey in a shade lighter than his suit.
“And who ashked you?” The sluggish-looking drunkard questioned.
“Nobody. But I think you've had enough tonight, and she'd like to be left alone. So go on your way, and we can all have a relaxing night, huh?”
He looked to argue the point, but turned away at the last second with a huff, stumbling on his way towards the exit. A touch of relief came to Harshwhinny as he departed, leaving her with the newcomer still standing next to her. Seeing him gone, he turned his attention to her, ceruleans matching his small smile.
“Sorry about him. He tends to drink too much these days. So what brings a pretty woman like you-”
“As much as I appreciate the gesture, I don't appreciate having someone else try the same tactic when they just saw it fail in front of them.” Harshwhinny cut him off, making him stop talking altogether. “I'm not here to be hit on.” When he didn't move away, she looked up at him again, only to furrow her eyebrows at his curious expression.
“What? Is this your first time being rejected by a woman?”
“No, actually. I've lost count on that mark.” He replied as he occupied the seat beside her. “Neon Lights, by the way. I'll spare the electrician joke.”
The blonde huffed, looking away from him to close her eyes as she steadied herself. It wouldn't be professional to lose her temper in public, let alone in response to someone else's gesture of care. Either way, his presence was an irritant.
“I thought I told you to leave me alone?”
He didn’t move away from his seat, earning him a stare from her before she sighed through her nose and took another sip of her scotch. The cool drink did little to help her temper simmer, with her newest aggravation remaining beside her. His only saving grace at the moment was his quiet for the time being.
“Have you been here for very long? Your drink looks only halfway done.”
Fantastic. “No.” she answered. Maybe he’d get the drift if she didn’t give him more than five worded replies. “Are you a local?”
Neon shook his head before answering. “It's not one of my preferred bars, but I like to wander about sometimes. Keeps things refreshing.” He held no drink glass in his hand, she observed, making her wonder how long he'd been in here before spotting her being accosted. “As for that one, he loves this bar. He's been a customer since some few years back, from what I hear.”
Harshwhinny offered no comment on the subject, her curiosity hardly at all caring about the drunkard. If anything, her curiosity was more intrigued to learn why this man was ignoring her rejection of any advances from anyone.
“You don't strike me as one that visits here too often by yourself. Are you waiting for someone?”
His question made her realize he wasn't going to be that easily convinced to leave her alone.
“No, I’m not.”
“Well, at least I'm not stealing someone's seat then.” He replied, chuckling. His small joke garnered no humor from her, making him stare for a moment before he sighed through his nose and turned in his seat to face the bar instead of her. He waved the bartender over while Harshwhinny sipped at her scotch, the smooth, smoky taste suddenly not as appealing as it had been from the first.
What was she doing? Her entire motivation for coming out here was to try and be social, to try and be friendly like her coworkers tend to be when they come out to such places. Why was she having such a hard time with it? Had it really been that long since she'd had anyone actually talk to her outside the scope of her job that she'd forgotten what it was like? Did she have to be so…
Her thoughts paused as she ran a finger along the bottom rim of her drink, the cool moisture gathered there pooling on the wood. Rubbing the same finger on the napkin cloth by her drink, she inhaled through her nose before exhaling and turning to face Neon, who was busy sipping his own drink.
“So I take it you’ve come through here enough to be familiar with the usual crowd?”
Neon nodded. “Enough here and there. I’m more used to the bars up north towards Royal Court, but there’s a charm to these ones tucked to the side that I admire. Like you have to dig for them to find the good stuff, and not just have it on hand.” He turned back to face her, since she was speaking to him. “How about you?”
“No. I've been here before for a few occasions. Company parties, co-worker's birthday, and so on.” She explained, glancing down at the ice cubes in her scotch. “But tonight bears no such occasion. This was more for myself.” He listened with a nod, making Sarah look from her drink to him. “I should introduce myself. My name's Sarah Harshwhinny.” She extended a hand out to him, which he took in a light grasp and shook before releasing it to rest on the bar.
“Congratulations. You did step one of being social pretty well. If maybe a little out of order.” He replied. His words made her raise an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. “Usually, we get introductions out of the way when we first meet, and then you reject my advances. Maybe even throw your drink in my face, if I come off as too forward.”
The idea made Harshwhinny snort, though the small smile on her lips couldn't be helped. “That remains to be seen. Though I'm not one to waste good scotch when I have it.”
Neon chuckled and nodded at the passing bartender. “You hear that, Vintage? You've gone and corrupted another one with your scotch.”
The bartender, an aged fellow with grey lines passing through his brown locks, chuckled and nodded at Harshwhinny in passing. Neon continued talking as he walked off. “He's the soft-spoken type, Vintage is. He makes a good drink though.” He leaned back in his seat, matching Harshwhinny's posture and showing he stood close to her height, if only off by an inch or two. “So you're a scotch drinker. Any particular reason?”
Harshwhinny thought on the question before answering. “I suppose one could chalk it up to the other drinks being too...mild.”
“I can grasp that. I prefer mine a little easier on the palette. If you make it too rich, you can't really enjoy drinking it that much.” Neon answered. “I've also had one too many nights of trying scotch with a friend, only to find the next day impossible to function.”
Shaking her head, Harshwhinny spoke. “I can't say I've run across that problem before. Though I've never really tried to have more than a few before calling it quits. It wouldn't do for a figure like me to cut loose like that.”
“And what does a woman like you do, then?” Neon asked. “You don't strike me as a cubicle holder. Though you wear the C.E.O look pretty well, if you don't mind me saying.”
Harshwhinny let the compliment blow by her, accepting it as a courtesy more than flirtation. “Would the head of the Equestria Games count as a C.E.O then?”
The question made Neon blink before he centered his gaze on her, looking her up and down in a quick once-over before he tapped the counter with his palm. “You know, I thought I've seen your face before. Fancy that; meeting the woman at the helm of the Games.” He remarked. “I think that marks you as a C.E.O, yes.”
Harshwhinny nodded. “I felt like wearing something a bit different than what I usually wear. I left the office today just feeling like I needed to get away from all of it. Especially to get away from those...blasted upstarts.” She sighed as she finished off her drink before waving Vintage over to refill her drink.
Neon listened with a nod before speaking as the bartender renewed her scotch. “New members joining the party and trying to shake things up?”
“In simpler words, yes.” Harshwhinny sipped from her drink, the taste fresher than her first go around. Maybe now it was starting to sink in and she could relax a little. “It was certainly a trying one today.”
“Real bad, huh?”
“Bad is being polite. We’re trying to work on preparing for next year’s games, since this takes a great deal of organizing. I can usually handle such pursuits alone. However, after the debacle with the ice cloud incident, the committee wanted to rehaul much of what we had planned.” Harshwhinny explained. “Which has led to argument after argument, few giving good results.”
Neon nodded again and leaned back in his seat, his free arm dangling over the back of his chair. “Not a lot of fun, being caught in the middle of that. I’ve never had to argue with a whole group before. Only one on one.”
Sarah raised an eyebrow and tilted her head in his direction. “And just what is it that you do, Mr. Lights?”
“I work for the PR firm Lights, Camera, Magic Inc.” He answered. “And no, I don’t get to flash my million-dollar smile at the cameras. I’m more behind the scenes.”
“Behind the scenes. As in, doing the busy work that keeps the gears turning?”
Neon snapped his fingers and pointed at her. “Correctamundo. And more than once, I’ve had to butt heads with a client or my co-workers on what they’re doing. Sometimes I’ve been right, and other times I’ve had to lick my wounds in my little cubicle.”
Harshwhinny snorted. “I’m not afforded such a refuge. When I’m on the spot, I have to have everything in precise and perfect order. It has to be just right, so no one questions it or takes issue.”
Neon nodded and left his drink on the bar for the moment. “So you come to places like this instead for refuge? Or maybe at home?”
The remark carried no malice or sinister nature, but the truth of it rang in her ears. Tucking a blonde strand behind her ear, Harshwhinny had to give him credit for his deduction. It was one of the few comforts she could allow herself to have in her life. Whenever the day was being too much to bear, a good drink and some quiet did her good to let her unwind.
Harshwhinny looked to answer him before her words were overrun by a new arrivals' cheering and obnoxious volume. The mood of calm she'd been settling into was shattered to pieces by these lot, watching over her shoulder to see the large group of partygoers coming for the bar. From the way they were waving cash, they aimed to stay there. Turning to Neon, she sighed. “So much for quiet drinks.” she remarked before getting her purse out to pay for her alcohol.
“Too right.” He said, fishing his wallet out of his jacket pocket. Harshwhinny opened her purse, but his hand reached over and blocked hers, making her look up in confusion. “It's on me. I did kinda intrude on your evening, after all.”
Caught off guard, she stayed still before retracting her hand and nodding. Laying out several bills on the counter, Neon whistled at Vintage and pointed at the stack of bills by the drinks, and got a nod from the barkeep before turning back to the waiting woman. Nodding, and certain that the spot of color on her cheeks was from the heat and her drinks, she walked out with him following behind her. The cool breeze outside was a blessing as much as being away from the loud partygoers.
“Well, that's one less mess to be a part of.” Neon said as he ran a hand through his hair, brushing it away from his face.
“You didn't have to do that. I'm plenty capable of paying my tab.” She said as she glanced at him. With the way he looked under the streetlamp light, all he needed was a cigarette and he'd belong on the cover of a jazz record.
“I know you are, Sarah. I'm plenty capable of being a gentleman too.” He replied, smiling at her. “The real question now though, is where you want to go from here?”
Harshwhinny stared at him in confusion at his question. “...well, to be quite honest, another bar is likely to get the same result. I suppose the best course here is to head for home.” She replied.
“How far is it away from here? Walking distance?”
“I can reach it with little trouble. I...” she trailed off, her thoughts a jumble as she tried to pinpoint where he was going. “I thank you for the company tonight. And for paying my tab.”
A puzzled expression came over Neon’s face. “We're parting already? I thought we were getting along rather well.”
His words made her frown, bringing her arms up under her bust and crossing them. “I thought I told you, I'm not out to-”
“-to be picked up or anything like that. I know.” Neon finished for her, holding up a hand to placate her. “I wasn't implying that, and I apologize if it came across like that.”
“How else is it supposed to come across?” she questioned, narrowing her eyes at him. “I'm not the easily swayed woman nursing her heartache with liquor, Mr. Lights. So how else is this supposed to pan out?” Her tone was firm and expectant, a practiced one from her career.
“Well, if you're asking me, I don't have an answer to give, Sarah. I came out here tonight looking to enjoy a nice drink after a long week. I wasn't expecting to find anything of interest, and wasn't planning on it either.” He answered. “Well, that's what I thought. Till I came across you.”
Sarah kept quiet for now, wanting to let him finish. Seeing he wasn't going to be interrupted, Neon took a step closer and continued, slowly walking as he spoke.
“Now, you might be thinking 'he's just looking for an angle on me'. And some guys would do that, true. But, you told me so yourself; you're not looking for a pickup. And that...made me curious.” He paused in front of her, meeting her eyes. His ceruleans bore no dishonesty. “I’m used to having to sort through the dishonest ones who are hiding what they want or what they like. You’re not like them. You might come off as being stiff to some, but the woman I was talking to in there was being open because someone was willing to hear her out instead of having their dukes up.”
Harshwhinny lowered her arms slowly, the intense glare she'd had weakening to a simple stare.
“It's that curiosity that's kept me standing here instead of just walking off to another bar and losing the night to another spin of booze and bright lights. You sound like you have a lot on your mind. So I think it'd do you some good to have someone wanting to hear you out. Of course, that's your call to make. I'm just a guy with free time to give if it will help someone.”
When he finished, she couldn't help but stare at him. This was not how she expected the evening to go by any measure, and now she was put at a crossroads again just like when she'd left her office. She could take the easier route, leave him behind, and go back to her apartment. But it would be something different to invite him back, just to talk. Just for someone to be social with. He had manners, politeness. He wasn't even bad to look at, if she was entirely honest.
“Why should I allow a stranger like you into my home, if just to talk? I’ve heard too many stories of a leaked gossip from one firm to another ruining a career.” she questioned.
“Because for one thing, I don’t like gossip. I’m too much of an open book, you know.” He pointed out. “But I’m also someone whose been where you’re walking. I would’ve liked to have had someone there with me.”
“So I go from the beauty sulking at the bar to a friend needing consolation?”
“I never said you were any less beautiful no matter what you did. I'm letting you decide what you want.”
Her cheeks colored at his praise again and she ducked her head before looking up at him. He only bore a warm smile at her, one that made her give a small smile back in return.
“Alright. But one wrong move, and you're going to the curb, Mr. Lights.” She answered.
“I prefer Neon, really.” he offered as he stood beside her, letting her lead the way. Getting an appreciative nod from her, he ran a hand through his hair again to fix it from the way the wind had ruffled it before speaking again. “Well, Sarah. Let's hear about a day in the life of the Equestria Games head. I'm all ears.”
“...and so there I am, wedged between the royal administration members and the foreign delegate committee, and both sides look prepared to ignite the table and wreck all of our planning.”
“Well, I didn't hear about any fires that day. So I'm guessing you handled things pretty well?”
Harshwhinny snorted into her drink glass and nodded before taking a sip. The refreshing taste of the wine was a pleasant addition to the relaxed atmosphere she was enjoying with Neon. “I sat them both down and ironed out the creases, so to speak. I don't know if I entirely made friends that day, but we ended that day with a completed schedule and a final decision on the parties involved. In my line of work, that's as much success as digging up a cave full of rare gems.”
The pair of them were situated in her apartment now, the walk to her home being a short distance from the bar. Walking with Neon had made the trip feel better than when she'd done it alone so many times in the past, talking all the while with stories about highlights in her career. He'd kept his attention on her with every tale, and the blonde knew it'd be a boldfaced lie to say she didn't relish the focus on herself. Having him listen and care about her side of things was a refreshing change from the way it usually was for her. The apartment was quiet outside of their talking. It was one of the nicer apartments she'd managed to secure when she'd acquired her position with the Games. It could do with being a little more spacious, but she didn't have a need for many things. The living room they sat in was plenty comfortable to suit her and him, with the nearby porch blinds drawn back to allow the evening moon to shine its light into the room.
“Sounds like a home run to me. You really do have an interesting job, having to deal with so many people like that.” Neon commented. His own glass was set aside for the time being, a tiny sliver of red wine inside it. “I can only handle maybe one or two at a time, but a whole room of clients would be a nightmare for me.”
Harshwhinny looked to him with a small laugh. “Welcome to Canterlot, the home of social nightmares.” She joked, getting a grin out of him. On their arrival at her home, they had taken off their jackets, to spare themselves from being stifled by the warm air. Showing off her bare skin felt a little daring of her to a man she'd only just met, but the coolness was necessary for the warm evening. It also felt fair, since she had been trying to gauge how fit of a man he was under his attire. He wasn't rippling with muscle, but there was a fit quality to him. She chalked those observations up to the alcohol in her system.
She sighed and leaned back against the sofa, her head resting against the pillow while her hair lightly touched his forearm that was stretched over the back of the furniture. “Are you comfy? Do you want more wine?” she asked when she looked over at him.
“I think I'm good for now. Thank you though. Wouldn't do to fall off your sofa, now would it? Then you'd just have to roll me to the curb instead of kicking me.” He replied.
Harshwhinny couldn't help the snort of laughter that escaped her, swatting his chest with a hand. “You'd have me do more labor just to get you out? One kick with these heels, and I would have you out in nothing flat.”
Neon only raised a hand in placation before smiling at her. “Not the worst way to exit, I'll admit. Botched teleportation? Now that's a doozy.”
Sarah smiled and closed her eyes, sighing out a slow breath. She slowly rubbed her bare feet against the carpeted floor before speaking.
“I needed this. I don't know what to call it. But this is...nice.” she remarked.
Neon nodded, keeping his eyes on hers when she looked up at him. “A breather? A break?”
“Something like that. A change in the usual.” She answered, swirling her wine in her glass as she spoke. “The usual's much less enjoyable. It's a lot more quiet, even with neighbors. Even then, they're only talking to me as a chanced courtesy than actual desire for conversation. Having someone listen to you genuinely is something I rarely encounter.”
“We all need times like that, I think. No one's an exception to it.” Neon replied. “I like hearing you talk. You've got a lovely voice.”
“Oh, you're such a liar.” She scoffed, smiling as she looked at the floor. “You're just buttering me up for more wine. And more stories on royal delegates being absurd.”
“Maybe a little bit. But I never lie to a beautiful woman if I can help it. You really do have a lovely voice, Sarah.”
The color that came to her cheeks couldn't be chalked up to the wine in her system this time, and the honest remark left her quiet for a moment. Despite her previous outlook and objections, Neon's company had made the evening turn out to be much better than she'd predicted when she had been stuck in a seat at the bar. He made her feel like he could see the person behind the job, behind the work.
“Are you a practiced flatterer, too? Or does that come from the work experience?”
“In my business, it's always good to have your client feeling their best. You can't get their brightest smile if they worry about cabbage stuck in their teeth.” He replied, making her look up at him again. “But you wouldn't need to be worried about that. You've got the looks, the smile, the voice. I'd bet you'd make plenty of guys turn around and-”
“Neon?”
Her interruption cut him off, and he shook his head as he looked to her. Seeing her red cheeks, he smiled in a sheepish fashion. “Sorry. Must be the alcohol in me. Makes me ramble a bit sometimes.”
“No, not that.” Harshwhinny said. She would've loved to hear more. “I...I wanted to say sorry for before.” She suddenly found her mouth going dry, and licked her lips to keep from going hoarse.
“You already did though. You're fine, Sarah, really.”
“No, no, I...” she started before sighing, “...I'm sorry that I was so standoff-ish. Being rude. I mean, I tried to be so adamant about you just trying to talk to me, and now here I am being a hypocrite, inviting you to my apartment and enjoying you. It, I mean. I really am, by the way.”
Neon leaned up and brought a hand up to her cheek, getting her to turn her guilty gaze up to him. His cerulean eyes captured her attention more than the relaxed smile he offered her.
“I understand entirely. You didn't do me wrong at all. You're just looking out for yourself. If I denied you that, I think I'd be a rather poor shell of a man. You're you, and that's all you have to be.”
His words echoed in her mind, like a hidden key that she'd been waiting to find to finally do away with a barricade she'd been holding onto for so long. He didn't care if she was the head of the Games or if she was even just an office lackey. He cared about the woman behind it all.
Neon only grinned and started to lower his hand from her cheek. “Do you want me to go? I can leave, if you want.”
“No.” The whisper barely escaped her lips as she grabbed for his hand, clutching it tight. “Don't you dare leave, you.” She leaped forward then, catching him by surprise as her lips collided with his own in a passionate lock while she laid herself against him. The shift in position made him fall back against the sofa, but he didn't voice a complaint as his arms wrapped themselves around her middle, steadying her as he returned her kiss with force, making her moan lowly at the sensation. She wasn't a woman to be outdone, however, and before long the pair were forced to separate if only for the need of air before she claimed his lips once more.
It was a soft, wonderful sensation to her, the feel of this man's lips on hers. Her whole skin felt aflame, heated as much as the deep kiss she continued to give him. She wanted, needed more of him, to feel more of him. Her unoccupied hands went to work, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a bare chest and toned stomach underneath, something her fingers were glad to explore and feel while she savored the taste of him on her lips. Her tongue didn't sit idle for long, seeking entrance to his lips and finding purchase when his own slipped out to curl around hers, inviting her into a wet and tantalizing kiss.
A moan slipped from her throat when she felt a hand grab at her still clothed bosom, making her open her eyes to look down and see his hand had left her back to slip under her blouse. Seeing her pause made him stop, looking at her to check if he'd crossed a line too fast for her liking. “Naughty boy. What kind of gentleman grabs for the goods he wants so roughly?” she teased when she pulled back, saliva making her lips and his shine in the soft lighting of the room.
“In my defense, I've a beautiful woman seducing me. You can't expect me to just make you do all the work?” He retorted.
A soft laugh left the blonde's lips, but she spared him a vocal answer by sitting up in his lap. With him looking on and her cheeks red, she reached down,tugged her blouse off and flung it aside, leaving her upper half bare save for the black lace bra containing her sizable mounds. It was a mark of personal pride for her that he stared at her revealed bosom, before she cleared her throat to get his attention.
“Care to do the rest, then? A man's supposed to treat the woman, after all.”
He needed no further urging, leaning up to plant his lips at her collarbone, making her moan from the lustful touch of his tongue and lips while his hands busied themselves with the strap at her back. It was a moment later that her bra was cast aside, the exploring lips and tongue trailing down to the cleft of her cleavage. Harshwhinny could scarcely contain a moan as his hands grabbed and groped for her breasts, kneading them, desiring to feel out every inch of her. She ground her hips into his lap in approval, her damp panties pressed back into her wet nethers by his own bulge.
“Oh, that's good, Neon...just like that,” she whispered before gasping as his lips clasped around her erect, pink nipple to suckle on it. The sensation sent a shock of pleasure up her spine and to her quivering core. Her hand clutched at his head, pushing him deeper into her breast as he tweaked and rubbed its partner with his free hand The room was heating up around the two, Harshwhinny feeling a bead of sweat trickling down her spine to her pants that were becoming too tight to bear wearing for much longer. She wanted more, she craved more of him.
Reluctantly, and with twitching fingers, she grasped his head and tugged to get him to release her bosom. Pulling back, he gave a final kiss to her breast before looking up at her. “That's fantastic...but I think I need to put your skills to a real test.” She said before raising herself up on her knees, hands fiddling with the catch of her pants before they came free. She looked to see him watching her with rapt attention, and she smiled before tugging her pants and panties down in one motion, slowed only by them catching on her wide hips before pooling at her knees. It took her a bit of work, but she soon sat there before him, fully exposed for all to see. A sliver of nervousness crept into her in that moment; would he be bothered by her appearance? Did she move too quick? It’d been ages since a man had seen her so openly, in such an intimate fashion.
“...stars above, you look glorious.” Neon murmured, and it dashed such worries away. Bringing a hand down to her pussy, her finger ran a slow line from the bottom to the top, her juices pooling against the digit before she looked to see him fixated on her folds.
“Why don't I give you a better view?” She offered. He didn't even need to answer to get her to shift closer, placing his head squarely between her thighs and his mouth just centimeters away from her wet lips. Neon had a full view of her pussy from this vantage, tracing lines up from the base of her flushed folds up to the trimmed bush of blonde resting atop them. He leaned up then and brushed his nose against the hairs, sniffing and inhaling the sweet, musky scent of her arousal and sighed as he basked in it. Turning his attention southwards, his tongue licked his own lips before reaching out to caress her outer folds, beckoning a moan from Harshwhinny as he began his oral worship of her temple. The contact sent out a pulse through her body, emanating from her core and making her continue to moan from his efforts.
It'd been so long since any man had touched her that it was an almost foreign sensation, but it soon let her melt into his licking tongue as her toes curled, her body riding out every pleasurable flick and caress he gave to her core. Her right hand found purchase in his hair once more, pushing him deeper into her wanting pussy while her other rested on the sofa armrest just above his shoulder, letting her brace herself as his actions quickened. Gasping breaths from the busty woman soon evolved to long moans as he sought out the sensitive buttons that lit up her whole body.
“Oh, gods, this is so good. Keep licking, baby, keep going. You're doing so good.”
Her urging matched her growing arousal as she watched him eat her out, her eyes fixed on the sight of him. His hands were not idle either while he worked; they reached around to her rear and gave them the same kneading and massaging he'd given to her bosom only moments before. Sweat continued to dot her skin in trailing streaks as they cascaded down her body, Neon's efforts bringing her pleasure to new heights. It was as if he was mapping out every contour of her folds, centimeter by centimeter, leaving no part untapped.
A sudden flash of pleasure stopped her train of thought, and her thighs clamped around his head as she trembled. “OH!” she gasped out; his lips had found her clit, and the way he was toying with it was driving her crazy. Every lifting motion of his tongue was an experience of ecstasy for the busty blonde. What had been sparks before were now jolts, hurtling her to the threshold of climax that only moments before had seemed distant. Grinding her hips into his motions, Harshwhinny could scarcely hold on as she felt her body coil internally before slamming into climax as he suckled on her clit again, speech lost as she gasped in breaths of air while her juices gushed from her pussy to his waiting lips. Every pulse it emanated echoed throughout her being, and it took her several minutes to regain cognitive thought.
A tap to her hips brought her attention back down, and she released the taut grip she had him locked in, leaving Neon to lay his head back, cheeks red but his expression one of sultry enjoyment. “I knew you had a sweet spot in you somewhere.”
Harshwhinny could only breathe in through her nose, her mouth busy with biting her lower lip as her cunt quivered in desire. She had imagined that after her climax her body would let her have a reprieve, but the desire for fulfillment had not been abated. Instead, it only craved more, more of the man lying under her. “You know. I don't think you found it. Not just yet.” She let out between breaths.
“Oh? Is that an invitation to go again?” He teased.
“It's an invitation. But you're out of dress code to attend.” She replied, scooting back and off of him so his legs were free to move. Pointing a finger at his crotch, while her hand busied itself with teasing at her wanting nethers, she grinned. “Don't keep a lady waiting now.”
He was quick to move, getting up as she laid back against the sofa, legs spread to leave herself on display as he stood between them. Her perspective allowed an appreciation for his unveiled physique: eyes trailing from the semi-visible outline of his abs to the teasing trail of hair that led beneath his waistband. Neon's pants fell to the floor beside where she'd left her own, leaving him in just the grey boxers that made the obvious bulge in them more pronounced. His sinewy legs made for a nice lead-up to his midriff before his boxers were tugged down and thrown aside like his pants were. Sarah’s vision zeroed in on the length bobbing in the air before her, the sight of it enough to send a shiver up her spine and within her nethers as well. He was more than long enough to fulfill her desires; his thickness brought to mind a sausage she’d seen at market before.
“What next, Sarah?” Neon's question brought her thoughts away from his cock to his face, knowing full well her face was red. But the look in his eyes brought back her confidence, and she smirked.
“You show me how well you can use this,” she said while lifting a foot to just barely brush against his rigid member before she lowered her foot back down, “and give me a real ride.”
“I think I can manage that.” Neon stepped forward and leaned down, hooking his arms under her legs and lifting them up. The cushion of the couch behind Sarah made it easier to keep her aloft, allowing him to rest his tip against her flush entrance. She was soaked enough that he could slide up and down against her lips with utter ease, coaxing a whimper from Harshwhinny as she tried to rock her hips forward, to bring him into her.
“Don't just tease me, you brute! Give me that...that...” she panted out as he continued to rub against her, only to be cut off her train of thought as his tip slipped past her swollen folds to penetrate her. “Oh! Celestia's sun, yes!” She hissed out as he continued to slide into her, every throbbing inch filling and spreading her depths. It felt as if it'd never end; he would fill her and never reach his base. She let out a huff of air as he came to a stop with himself hilted inside of her pussy, his balls resting against her rear.
“Fuck me.”
He withdrew his hips back, and moaned as her pussy's walls tugged, begging to keep him inside of her as he dragged away until he stopped and shoved himself into her again. Neon knew he could go slowly, let her adjust and have an easier time with it. But this woman? She was strong. She didn't want to be handled as some delicate flower; she wanted to be treated like a woman. His woman. He lurched back again and thrust forward, starting a rhythm of deep thrusts that held as much force as a physical blow. But for Sarah, who had her head thrown back and mouth agape in gasps of pleasure, he gave her nothing but sexual bliss.
The world was gone in the busty blonde's mind, her center focused purely on trying to catch every flash of pleasure that slammed into her as Neon's hips rocked back and forth, his balls giving a light smacking sound with every impact against her ass. His hands squeezed into her legs to better brace himself and keep her up, the position letting her savor how he filled her with every stroke. She was thrilled by his fierce thrusts It was a claim on her womanhood, a primal, unspoken mark that told her she was a worthy mate.
“Keep going! Keep, oh goddess, keep fucking me!” She exclaimed, reaching out with her hands to grasp for his shoulders, and holding on as he only moved faster to buck into her depths. The fires he'd brought to life when he ate her out were already stirring again, and he didn't look to be stopping short any time soon. Not that she'd want him to; she wanted to relish every sweaty, heated moment of what they had. Her breasts bounced up and came slapping down with his thrusts, her whole body rocking with his as he fucked her.
His arms ached, and Neon groaned as her nethers continued to tug and squeeze at his member with every pass he made. He couldn't be made to stop for anything, refusing to end the sexual storm she'd unleashed from him. Neon craved more of her, more of her moans, more of her hot, sweating, curvy form to writhe under him. Slowing his thrusts only for a moment, he lowered her down from the back of the sofa and laid her on her back while he kept atop her. She cried in protest when his member withdrew from her, the sudden emptiness making her look up in confusion.
“W-what are you-” she started to demand, only to be thrown back as he lifted her legs up and back. Her flexibility demonstrated itself as his positioning made her ankles dangle just above her head, while her rear was lifted up partially off the sofa. He didn't answer with words, but in action as he thrust once more into her and resumed his rough pounding of her waiting pussy. It was like a shot to the stomach, knocking the air from her lungs but rewarding her with a storm of pleasure. The new position let him ram his cock into her depths without restraint, and even caught against more of her slick walls to give her more pleasure.
“Yes! YES!” She exclaimed. “Fuck me! Oh, stars, fuck me!”
By now, her juices were dripping down his length to his slapping balls and the sofa as much as the sweat that poured down her back and sides. She was a mess under him, and it was wonderful. Stars lit up in her vision, and with a gasp of air could feel the wall of another orgasm coming to bear. With every slam of his cock into her pussy, he battered against the wall and worked to bring it crumbling down, and she welcomed it. She needed him to break it down.
“Sarah. Can't. Keep this. Up. Long.” Neon huffed between thrusts, his voice half audible between the slapping of their flesh and her moans.
“Do it! Do it inside! I'm safe!” She answered his unspoken question. Her voice cracked as it raised in pitch, his rhythm foregone for a rapid jackhammer that had her mind blanking on doing more than losing herself to him. The wall was crumbling, and the waiting dam was eager to be let loose. The final blow came in a blur to her mind, her snatch clenching and squeezing him tightly as she let out an ecstasy-laden cry, her climax washing over her once more. The splash of her juices around the tight seal of his cock was lost amidst their bliss, Neon hilting himself into her a final time before his release came. A sudden fiery heat blossomed inside of her, and she quivered as the sensation ran across her body, emanating from her core as his seed pumped into her.
Every pulse of his cock beckoned a shiver and moan from her, the pair only beginning to wind down when their senses came down from the white-hot high of orgasm. Neon remained buried inside her, a sensation she welcomed as she had no strength or will to make him remove himself. There wasn't a care inside her for the mess, for how she looked or himself. There was only comfort, bliss as she let her head fall back against the sofa pillow. Neon followed suit to lay alongside her, remaining within her swollen pussy but keeping his weight off of her to let her be comfortable. She had one last look at his weary expression, a smile grinning back at her before she closed her eyes and let unconsciousness take her and him both.
Morning came to greet Neon in a slow fashion, the weary man stirring only when his body could sleep no longer. Raising up, he noticed a lack of a presence beside him, and opened his eyes to find the sofa he laid on was missing one beautiful blonde that he'd spent the night with before. A blanket laid over top his form, something that kept his decency until he'd slipped on the discarded boxers he'd abandoned the night past. The house was quiet, but a warm, familiar scent permeated the air. Deciding to follow the scent, Neon tread lightly to what he discovered was the kitchen, and the cause of the scent.
“Morning, Neon. Do you always sleep in so late?” Harshwhinny asked, glancing over her shoulder with a smile at him. She had on a light-blue bathrobe, her feet bare as she stood in front of the toaster with a plate in her hands.
“Sometimes, depending on the night. It's what, nine? Ten?” He asked, bringing a hand to his head. There was the tingle of a headache forming, no doubt from the drinks they'd had the night before. It wasn't too harsh compared to other nights, something he was grateful for.
“Oh, hardly. Eight-thirty.” She answered, the toaster dinging before fresh heated bread popped out from the confines. “I figured to make something easy. I'm still, um. Slightly dizzy?”
Neon chuckled and stayed put, choosing just to watch her as she brought over a small plate of toast, enough for them both to enjoy. The quiet between them wasn't awkward, but more filled with eased contentment.
“I'm a little dizzy myself. Somehow, a beautiful woman has appeared before me. And she even brought food.”
Harshwhinny allowed herself a light giggle before shaking her head. “Last night was...amazing. Wonderful.” She murmured, her cheeks red as she looked to his eyes. “Thank you.”
“No need for thanks. I spent my evening with a gorgeous woman. That's more than enough thanks.” He replied before plucking up a piece of toast and biting off a portion to chew on. “Oh, that's good. Have you got coffee?”
“I was brewing some. I wasn't sure if you'd like any.” She replied. Standing there, the quiet overtook her, and she rested her free hands on the nearby chair before her. “...I wasn't sure if you'd want to stay even.”
“Why wouldn't I?”
She looked up from the chair to him again, surprised at his confusion. “...well, I thought maybe you might...” she started before trailing off. “Some men would consider a night with a woman like me more of a conquest than anything else.”
“Hm. Guess those men aren't too sharp. They're missing out on a lot.” His remark was followed by a grin as she looked at him. Standing in her bathrobe while he was only in his boxers, she felt no less bare before that gaze. Like he was giving her an open view of himself as much as she'd given him last night.
“Like what?”
“A very interesting woman who I think I see as more than just the one night conquest.” He answered, leaning on the same chair she held onto. “A woman who, I'm hoping, wouldn't mind to have the same company she had last night again.”
Harshwhinny felt his hand rest on hers, but her eyes never left his. A smile crept onto her face as he grinned wider, and she nodded once.
“I think she'd find that very agreeable.”