Walking into a packed bar near the best dumpling house in New York (or so I was told), feeling sexy in a low cut, figure hugging navy blue velvet dress, I gripped his hand a little tighter.
We’d finally made it to this night. Saturday night. I was meeting some of his friends, and whilst I seemed confident and glowing, I was a little nervous. He squeezed my hand back, as we lined up to order some drinks.
“I’ll have an Old Fashioned. I’ll get the next round okay?” I whispered, my lips grazing his right earlobe. He smiled and gave me a little kiss.
It seemed like an eternity before we got our drinks. I was pressed close to him. I was so strongly attracted to this man, whom I’d spent very little time with. A side from a few fleeting days every month or so, we had experienced very little. Maybe that’s what drove my desire for him through the roof.
Getting our drinks, we spied a free couch and grabbed it. He sat next to me on a stool whilst I took the plush sofa. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and he didn’t know just yet.
Ten minutes later his friends arrived. Very sweet, down to earth people. My kinda people. Any nervousness I was feeling vanished instantly. We chatted, and drank and laughed. I wasn’t thinking about anything, I was present, I was savoring this moment. Who knows what could happen at any moment.
As his friend got up to get some drinks, I leant over to my date and whispered “all I can think about is how I’m going to fuck you later once we get back to the hotel.” He seemed a little speechless, as I gripped his inner thigh tightly. As I pulled away my hand grazed his crotch, noticing a slight bulge. I loved it when I turned him on. I wanted to fuck him in the bar’s bathrooms right then and there. But I was enjoying this building fire. This building desire between us.
It was a visceral attraction. A long look from him had the power to dampen my panties. This time I was afraid I’d leave a stain on the sofa. I crossed my legs tightly, praying my wetness wouldn’t ooze out. I smiled to myself, and blew him a kiss.
As his friend’s girlfriend and I chatted, I felt his hand in my leg, rubbing up and down. He ran his hand down from my knee to my hip crease, before playfully squeezing the top of my thigh, where my ass and hips met. I loved it when he did that. It made me think of how he’d grip me from behind and fuck me in doggy. That touch practically had my tongue wagging. God I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to straddle him on that chair and ride him until he came inside me. Hell, I’d do it in front of this packed bar, his friends. I just wanted him.
I uncrossed my legs and stood up to grab the next round. Before I left, I whispered to him “I wish you could touch between my thighs right now. I’m dripping for you.”
He pulled me in for a kiss, before sucking on my ear. He knew how much that drove me wild. Ugh. Asshole. Before I knew it I felt my juices dripping down the inside of my leg. I was so aroused I thought I’d implode.
“Hey, babe, I changed my mind.”
“Yeah?”
He pulled me in, “I can’t wait to tie you up and fuck that tight wet cunt of yours until it’s sore. I’m going to have you every way baby. I’ve been thinking about fucking you all night.”
He straightened up a little and said “Oh and I’ll have a whiskey neat.”
Fuck me.
After our second round of drinks, it was decided we’d go dancing. I loved dancing. I’d never danced with him but the tension was palpable. I’d never lusted after anyone so hard.
Arriving at the club, he took my hand and we got amongst the crowd of people. It was a great mix of very danceable music, along with a bit of 90s RNB just to turn things up even more. Like we needed that. The other couple seemed to be taking notes as I started to grind on him. We danced so close it was as though we were one. My body stuck to his. His hands in mine, holding tightly. It was obvious we wanted to fuck. Not just for an hour or two. More like a few weeks.
I pushed my ass back against him. He nudged me forward a little. It looked like he was taking me for a second. His friends’ tongues wagged. Then they started to dance in a way almost as charged as ours. It was electric. I spun around and threw my arms around his neck, staring into his eyes. I was smiling. I was happy. I was turned on. I wanted to hold onto this memory forever. Even now as I write this, and after all that that transpired during that relationship, it’s still unforgettable. I hope it’s unforgettable to him too.
Whispering dirty nothings, moaning and grinding, it was the perfect storm. He slid a hand between my thighs rather cheekily, as I continued to grab at his now growing erection. Other dancers noticed and “ohhh”’d at us. We didn’t even care. We just laughed it off and continued. This was our night. We didn’t know when we’d see eachother after this night and the next day. We could never see eachother again. Nothing was certain. And that’s what made it so intense. So unique. So hot.
Saving ourselves from literally fucking on the dance floor, his friends bid us goodnight and left. We danced (by this point it wasn’t dancing, it looked more like soft porn) to a few more songs before finally deciding to get back to the hotel to tear each other’s clothes off. We stopped by Katz’s deli for a pastrami sandwich (delicious, every single time. Also, we needed some sustenance for the night ahead, duh) before grabbing an Uber to his hotel.
The second we entered the lift it was on. My dress was hitched up to my waist, his hands roamed over my body. Grabbing my breasts which were free, unsupported by a bra all night, and plunging two fingers inside my swollen and wet pussy. I couldn’t believe I was still aching for him after almost 4 hours out. His mouth found mine as we made out so passionately in the elevator. We had hardly any floors to ride, so in a musical-statues sort of way we froze as the elevator door opened, quickly reorganising ourselves to look somewhat presentable – albeit very disheveled. As we spilled out into the hallway, he took me against a wall, pinning my hands above my head, dry fucking me next to the lift. There were definitely cameras there. They’d probably enjoy the view. We didn’t mind being seen – both of us had that little exhibitionist streak in us.
—— shall I continue?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i28w49/new_york_state_of_mind_mf