So…… you have just finished work, it’s been a long and stressful day and whilst you are happy to be leaving work, you just can’t face going home yet. Can’t face another night in front of the tv with Mr Boring snoring away.
You walk past a bar you haven’t noticed before, suddenly you could murder a glass of chilled white wine.
You slip in, take a seat at the bar. It’s busy, but not heaving.
The girl behind the bar slips a napkin in front of you, “White wine please.” She pours you a large glass “bad day? A few of these will make it go away” “oh I’m only having the one” you take a first sip, it’s cool and crisp and tastes amazing.
Your phone beeps, a text from him “what’s for dinner, I’m starving. When are you home?” You roll your eyes, when did it all become so boring? He can wait
You look around, the girl behind the bar is working effortlessly, serving drinks and working every customer, chatty to some, flirty to others, with a confidence you admire. She catches you looking and winks, you blush without knowing why. She’s curvy, tanned, dark short hair, wearing a multicolour “technicolour” vest top which just gives a hint of soft, ample cleavage and a short skirt, which rises up every time she brands over.
She heads over, tops up your glass without asking. You get your card out to pay and she shakes her head, “on the house, you look like you need it” she pushes the card back to wards you, brushing your hand as she does so. You feel a stirring of something, excitement. You smile, thinking I’m that sex starved I’m turned on by one touch now! And a women. Haven’t done that since college and then just the once.
You sip your wine, looking round the bar, full of city boys and groups of laughing women. Your phone buzzes again, “your late? I’m starving!”
You are pissed off now, and bash out a text”working late, get a takeaway” knowing he will be snoring by the time you get home.
The bar girl is in front of you, with a bottle and filling your glass up again. You smile at her “thanks” and push your card over. This time she takes it from you, but her hand lingers on yours, she leans over giving you the card machine and you see the top of her breasts. As she takes the card machine back she strokes the top of your hand. Or are you imagining it?
You drink your wine faster than you should, you can’t stop watching her, her clothes cling to her curves and you feel flushed with the wine and she desire you are feeling. You think “I can’t wait to get home and finger myself, I’m so horny right now”
Before you know it, your glass is empty again and you are feeling a bit lightheaded. She’s in front of you again, “another?” She leans over flirtatiously
“I think I should go” you mumble “where are the toilets in here?” She smiles “ they are on the 2nd floor, quite a walk. Use this one” she passes you a key “ it’s nicer and just down that way” points at a corridor past the bar.
You pick up your bag and make your way towards the private toilet, let yourself in and have a wee. You feel quite drunk, but still so turned on. You feel yourself wondering what it would be like if she touched you, and you touch your self, lost in the moment
Eyes closed, touching your clit, you imagine that it’s the bar girl, her hands on your body, her lips on yours. Lost for a minute, you are startled by the sound of the door, and the bar girl slips in and locks the door behind her.
You start to speak and try and pull your knickers up but she puts a finger to her lips. She pulls you towards her and kisses you hard on the lips, you moan, it’s just what you imagined
You are up against the wall, one hand is entwined in your hair the other has found your nipple through your silky blouse as she kisses you hard, and passionately, her tongue probing deep in your mouth. You pull open your blouse, exposing your bra and she takes a step back, running both hands over your breasts
You shiver at her touch. A thought runs through your mind that this is madness and not like you, but at this moment all you want is her, touching you.
She pushes your skirt up, your knickers are still round your ankles and she slides a finger into her mouth before slipping it between your legs and brushing it lightly over your clit. You groan as she slides it into your pussy, sliding in and out, her thumb brushing your swollen clit.
Still fingering you, she drops to her knees. Your legs part wider and she pushes her face into your pussy.
You balance one leg on the toilet and brace yourself against the wall as her tongue finds your clit and she licks and sucks, whilst fingering you as deep as she can. You can hear the throb of the music and the chatter of people as your moans grow louder and her face burys deeper and faster in between your legs.
You push her head, wanting her tongue in you as deep as she can. You feel yourself cumming and you cry out bucking against her lips and tongue, shuddering to climax and your legs almost buckle with the force of your orgasm. She holds you up as the waves of pleasure wash over you, her face still pressed in between your thighs, her lips glistening with your juice.
You are weak at the knees as she extracts herself from you and stands up. You are both breathing heavily and she licks her lips and wipes her hand round her mouth. She straightens her clothing, and checks herself in the mirror. “I think you needed that” She grins.
You can only nod, embarrassed you start to button yourself up and pick your knickers up. “ I don’t even know your name.” You start to put your knickers back on. She grabs your wrist and pulls you towards her.
“Leave your knickers off and come and have another drink, and I will tell you!” “I finish work in an hour” She whispers in your ear and then kisses you softly on your neck. Then she is at the door, unlocks it and slips through, in flash of technicolour.
You freshen up and head back to the bar, flushed with excitement, feeling the dampness between your legs, and the swell of your breasts, sure people can sense what you’ve just been doing.
There’s a large glass of wine waiting where you were sitting and you take a big swallow. I can wait another hour, you smile to yourself.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hcakpm/bad_day