I look around the crowded bar, I’m not use to being out on my own, but it feels good. Well that’s possibly because I’m on my third cocktail, I almost giggle out loud. “That’s a pretty little smile you got there”. He said sliding onto the stool beside me. “Dominique, call me Dom tho”, he added.
I lifted my eyes and scanned the stranger beside me. My God, it was hard not to gasp. He was nothing short of gorgeous. My voice caught in my throat, as I replied, making my words raspy. “Lizzy, you can call me Lizzy tho” .
“Sexy and sassy, I like that in a woman”, he smirked.
I usually wasn’t one for smooth talkers, but I was already thinking about his shirt on my bedroom floor.
“So should we move over to a booth, get a little more aquatinted”.
“Yes”, I answered, surprising myself with my reply.
“Another for the lady and an Old fashioned for me”,
“Rye or Bourbon” quizzed the barman. “Your best Rye” he replied resting his hand on the small of my back, guiding me to a corner booth.
We slid into opposite sides of the cozy booth. He held my gaze.
“You know that we’re going to have a few drinks, make a little small talk and then I’m gonna take you home and fuck you like you have never been fucked before”, he said matter of factly.
“Yes”, I said again surprising myself.
I felt a warm flush across my cheeks as my eyes met his. “Can I get you another drink,” the barman asked. Dominique placed a card on the silver tray. “We’ll have the same again and organise a room upstairs”. The barman nodded politely and left the table. “I hope you don’t think that too presumptuous of me, the truth is I want to fuck you now”. He reached across the table and ran his fingers across the back of my hand which was loosely cradling the cocktail glass. His touch felt so natural, familiar, as though he’d touched me often. I felt myself relax, the sensation of his touch exciting yet soothing. “You have beautiful skin” he said, moving his finger tips slightly up my arm.
The barman retuned, placing our drinks and a room card on the table. I reluctantly removed my hand from the cocktail glass, allowing the barman to take it. I knew I’d had too much to drink, yet I lifted the fresh glass to my mouth. It’s rim brushing my bottom lip. I moved it slowly across my lip, before drinking it contents. I felt the flush from my cheeks move through my body. His eyes bore into mine, he stood, his drink untouched, taking my hand, guiding me from the booth. I felt giddy, I wasn’t sure if it was the effects of the alcohol or the anticipation of what was to come. He led me from the bar, the elevator was close by. The doors opened almost instantly. Inside we stood side by side, another couple chatting behind us. The doors opened, he took my hand again and lead me down the corridor. I was slightly unsteady on my feet, I hoped not noticeably. He inserted the card in the door. The room was spacious. I hadn’t noticed what floor we were on, but it was high enough that the city lights sparkled below. I turned and put my purse on a small counter. I felt him behind me, his breath on my neck. His hands slipping my shawl from my shoulders. He was close enough that I could just feel his cock against my ass. I tilted me head back, his hands moving up my neck and into my hair. The sensations from his fingers sent shudders through my whole body. He moved a hand down my side and took my hand in his, guiding it to his cock. I could feel it through pants. I turned to face him. I brought my other hand to his belt buckle. I undid it with ease. Then the button. His breathing noticeably heavy. I looked into his eye as I started to undo the zip. It pressed hard against his cock, I slipped my hand into his underwear, releasing him. My breath caught at the feel of him. Cupping my hand around him, I guided his cock over the silky fabric of my thin dress. We both gasped at the sensation….
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