Unlike most people, I like to celebrate alone. I got selected into my dream university that too with a scholarship!! Cheers to mee.
I was walking home from a friend’s birthday on the same day I had received the email about my selection. It was a very good day to say the least. While walking I came across a bar whose name was so so so close to my heart since it was my favorite piece to read and also the very first piece I had read of that artist.
The bouncer checked my ID and let me in. And the view was no less than what I had expected it to be.
To be very honest, it was my first time in a bar like ever and that too I was alone. I had always restricted myself to enter a bar but I decided to fuck it that day.
The music was loud and the vibrations went through me and it felt good. I can’t believe I missed out on this but cut me some slack, I’m just 21.
It was dim lit with the colors occasionally changing from red to blue to purple and so on. People on the dance floor grinding their sweaty bodies against strangers and spilling drinks and even making out. Some sitting inside booths wearing dresses and suits drinking expensive cocktails. This bar was located in a very boujee area of the city and so were the looks of the bar.
I decided to treat myself and get myself a drink. My dad taught me to drink like a expensive girl and he knew the drill. So I got myself a Carbenet Sauvignon. I liked the taste of it. It suited me well.
I turned my high chair and witnessed the crowd. But I didn’t know that I was being watched as well.
Seconds later, I felt a warm breath underneath my ear and a deep voice whispering, “Give me your hand and let me take to somewhere quiet.”
Something told me to trust it and go with him and I gave him my hand.
He lead me through the crowd and all I could see was a very tall man with broad shoulders, nice trimmed hair wearing a very costly suit, leading me through the crowd. His hand had a nice grip and all I could think of, was what it would feel like around my throat.
I didn’t have much experience on the field of sex physically but I was the kind of girl who maintained a very low profile and was filled inside with all the information.
I wanted to feel it all.
Slowly the music and all the noise became a faded emotion at the back of the ears and I felt myself being pushed against a wall and the dinging of the elevator bell.
I was pushed inside the elevator and saw that the man pressed the number 20.
We had plenty of time.
At this point of a time it might feel like a story but oh boy was it real.
He was bent down to my height and asked what my name was and asked if I was with somebody. I replied to it and asked him his name in return. He just shut me by putting his index on my lips and whispered, ” all in good time, baby”
I sucked on his fingers and he let go of my face and I saw him. The most beautiful man. He was dark skinned with amber eyes and a crew cut. It suited him to well.
He watched my lips intently as i sucked and when I was done I released it with an audible pop.
He bent down and then he kissed me. The bewitching charm he had to himself and the kiss made me wrap my leg around his torso and grind into him. I was moaning already..
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y8049h/he_was_the_owner_mf