Heels clicking on the pavement, I'm confident. More than I have been in a long time. My waste of a relationship is now over, and I'm ready to toast to my future. Of course, I head to your bar. After months of sideways glances across the bar and staring at your mouth wishing it were between my legs, I can finally have you.
And I know I'm going to.
The minute I walk in, your eyes find mine. You can tell something's different about me, and I'm relishing being able to look you up and down without caring if anyone sees. Tall, dark, and handsome are all words I could use to describe you. But you have this charisma, this ease with yourself, that I've never seen in anyone else that's incredibly sexy.
"Hi." I say, smiling my most satisfied smile. It feels almost unfair that I'm already celebrating my conquest when it hasn't even happened yet.
You watch my face, scanning for some signal of what's new. "Hi, yourself. What'll it be?"
I cross my arms, not unaware that I'm pushing my breasts together in my tank top as I lean over the bar. "Whiskey."
Something clicks. You smile as you get a glass from under the bar and start to pour the whiskey.
"So. How's your boyfriend?"
My smile gets even bigger. "Well, I'm guessing he's not too happy with me right now since he's not my boyfriend anymore."
A stream of whiskey falls into the glass as you look up at me, with poorly-veiled interest. "Oh, really?" You pass me the whiskey.
"Yep. I haven't felt this good in ages. Cheers to evolving tastes in men and drinks," I say, raising my glass to you.
"Cheers to that," you say, with a new warmth in your eyes as you watch me swallow my whiskey.
It's a weekday, so it's a slow night. We talk until the bar closes.
"You wanna go grab some food?" You say, putting on your coat.
"Sure, but you'll have to drive me there. You okay with that?"
You smile and hand me my coat. "Come on, lush. Let's get some food for you."
I put on my coat, but I'm already pretty warm. I can't tell if it's my buzz or just being around you that's making my body sing right now. I decide that it's both and follow you out the door.
We get in your car.
"Alright, so where do you–" I say, until that mouth I have been dreaming about covers mine and I'm lost.
You move slowly at first, you don't push me too far. You use just the right amount of force so that I can't help but want more and push back to meet you. I pull you closer to me with both hands because I worry that, if I don't occupy myself, I'm going to start trying to take your clothes off right here in this parking lot.
Your tongue explores my mouth with a careful gentleness that I'm sure to memorize for my fantasies. I nip your lower lip with my bottom teeth, which makes you moan into my mouth. Normally, you're so self-possessed, that seeing you unravel bit by bit is the biggest turn-on I have ever experienced.
You break away from me for a minute. My lips are parted, my hair is mussed from your hands, and my breathing is heavy. I'm worried that you've changed your mind. But you just look at me with your brown eyes, as if you're holding me in place with your gaze and contouring my body with it at the same time. It's intoxicating.
You move closer to me ever so slowly, and just when I think you're about to kiss me again, you brush my lips with yours and pull away a little bit. I open my eyes and find that you've been looking at me this whole time. With a primal exhale, I capture your mouth with mine and transfer all the things I've wanted to tell you and do to you into this one moment, just in case I don't get another one. I bring my hands to your shoulders and imagine what it would be like to rake my nails down your back while you fuck me. I can't help but moan at the thought. You tear your mouth away from mine to catch your breath. You look at me with that sideways smile that I love.
"My place?" I say.
For a minute, you look away from me. I start to panic that I misread this entire situation and that I'm doing this too soon.
"I want to make you wait for it." You say, while looking directly into my eyes. "I like to tease. But I promise you, you will not be left wanting."
As if I thought I couldn't become more turned on in that moment.
I bite my lip, conscious of how hot my cheeks are and how wet my panties are.
"I think I can handle that," I say, not really believing myself.
"Next week?"
"Next week," I reply, trying not to smile and cursing you in my head at the same time.
I get out of your car and start to walk home as you drive away.
How are you supposed to wait an entire week when you know you're going to have the hottest sex of your life?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3lrmj5/how_are_you_supposed_to_wait_an_entire_week_when