I sit across from her nursing a beer and watching as she wipes away the condensation from her glass. She asked if we could meet up and hang out. I suggested my place for convenience and of course discretion, but was met with resistance. Perhaps it was a bit presumptuous in hindsight. I’m not even entirely sure what I am doing fueling this flame, I just cannot seem to resist when it comes to her.
“I read somewhere if two past lovers can remain friends, either they never were in love or they still are,” she flirts breaking the silence.
I laugh and take a swig of my beer, “Are we still considered friends at this point?”
She shoots me an evil look.
“What?” I laugh louder this time.
She sips her beer quietly avoiding eye contact. I have hit a nerve. She stares at the glass in front of her and gathers her thoughts a moment before laying into me. This ought to be good.
“You know what I mean,” she says bitterly.
I sit up and lean closer to her so she knows I mean business, “But that’s the problem. I don’t know what you mean. You never say what you mean. You play these games that fuck with my head.” I slam down half my beer in frustration.
“I’m not playing a game with you.”
“Really? Ok then, why don’t you tell me what we’re doing here.”
She looks around the bar. It’s not too crowded, but has just enough steady music and conversation going to drown us out. She grabs her beer and takes a few swallows.
“Meeting up for drinks,” she shrugs defiantly.
“Afraid to be alone with me?” I counter.
“Hardly. I wanted to talk to you.”
“About being in love with me still?”
“No,” she says quietly looking down.
I smile at her response, it speaks volumes. “Why don’t you just say what you want? As much fun as this can be,” I gesture to the both of us, “Sometimes it can be difficult to decide whether I want to keep you as my captive or strangle the life out of you.”
She smiles into her beer.
A flood of endorphins rushes through my body and I know exactly what I want from her.
“I had you first, I can have you last,” I challenge.
“Wow,” She laughs and looks at me mischievously, “That’s actually kinda hot.”
I give her a knowing look and finish my beer.
“So then we are friends, aren’t we?” She questions innocently.
“You’re asking me?”
She nods and knocks back the rest of her drink.
“I suppose you could consider our relationship friendly, sure.”
“Our relationship? Mmmm, I love it when you talk dirty to me,” she gets up from the table and extends her hand, “Dance with me friend.”
I’m feeling good and like that devilish look that she has in her eyes. I take her hand and we walk to the back of the dance floor. Keeping her hand in mine she turns and steps into me moving her hips suggestively.
“Dance,” she insists placing my free hand on her waist.
I step closer to her moving my hand down to her ass. She locks eyes with me and leans in for a kiss. As soon as our lips meet I am hard. She releases my hand and pulls me in close moaning softly. I forget where we are and begin fondling her greedily.
“We should have gone to my place,” I offer between breaths, “You want to get out of here?”
She doesn’t hear me. She kisses me harder and longer with each passing moment.
“Come on,” I insist leading her into the darkened hallway near the bathrooms.
She pulls me into her kissing me again. I am overwhelmed with desire and have to have her here, now.
I check the first door, locked. I move her backwards holding her steady so she can continue to do that delightful thing she is doing with her tongue. The second door opens and I push her inside locking the door behind us.
“Now,” I query, “What should I do with you?”
“Whatever you want,” she offers seductively.
My favorite response. I push her against the wall and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She moans loudly this time. I lift up her skirt and reach between her legs softly. Her panties are soaked.
“Fuck,” I breathe aroused, “Take these off.”
As she bends down to remove her panties I drop my pants and boxers in one deft motion. I lean into her again and carefully slide two fingers inside her. She gasps and pulls me in for a fevered kiss. She lifts her left leg and tilts her head back against the wall at my repeated touch. I slide in and out of her rhythmically enjoying the show and the absolute power I have over her in this moment.
“Fuck me,” she pleads.
I happily oblige her.
She moans in my ear as I slowly ease into her with my hand firmly holding her outstretched leg.
“Fuck me,” she begs moving her hips back and forth on my cock.
“Shhhh,” I warn, “We don’t want to get caught.”
She nods her head and stifles a moan as I begin thrusting into her with increasing force.
I am lost in a perfect combination of warmth and wetness when a knock at the door startles me.
“Occupied,” I shout over my shoulder slowing my pace.
“Oh shit,” she laughs quietly excited by the potential danger.
I pick up her other leg and lift her up pinning her securely to the wall. I begin driving into her steadily again when the knock returns louder than before.
“Fuck off!” I yell annoyed at the unwanted distraction.
The knocking stops and I am free to finish my conquest.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/59z04q/a_night_out_mf
The ending is shit, but up until the knock it was good.