I’m getting more and more irritated the longer I stare at my phone. He was supposed to meet me for date night over half an hour ago.
No text, no call, radio silence. This wasn’t the first time he’d stood me up for date night either. I really shouldn’t complain though, he had a very busy job and got pulled into stuff last minute all the time. But for him not to call or text me was just downright rude.
We always picked a different restaurant and this time it was the swanky new 5 Star hotel. It had just opened and had a fancy Michelin star restaurant that we wanted to try. So we agreed to meet at the hotel bar before our reservation to grab a drink.
Since it was so posh, I had gone to the extra effort of dressing up in one of my fancier outfits, complete with stockings and heels. Much different than my usual attire. The garter and stockings always made me feel a little sexier and with the slit in my skirt, you could see it peeking out at the top when I sat down.
I had ordered a gin & tonic when I first arrived, but managed to make my way through it rather quickly. I caught the bartender’s attention and ordered another. I thought I might as well make the most of the fact that I wasn’t driving. The bartender slid the fresh drink in front of me and I took an extra long sip.
As I have the glass raised, I look over it and down the length of the bar and lock eyes with you. You’re impeccably dressed, and devastatingly handsome. To my surprise, I find you staring back at me. Your gaze is so intense, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
You look as though you want to devour me. As I stare back, I feel the overwhelming urge to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together, to relieve the growing sensation between my legs.
I try to distract myself with my phone, but my eyes keep returning to you down the bar. I can feel a warm flush start to travel across my chest and up my neck. I’m not sure if it is the alcohol or your unbending gaze.
I absentmindedly gulp my drink down and order another. This time the bartender returns with two drinks. “Courtesy of the gentleman at the end of the bar,” he informs me. I hesitantly look down to where you are sitting.
You lock eyes with me again and it feels like you are burrowing into me, with those soulful eyes of yours. You have fantastically coiffed hair, the kind I’d just love to run my fingers through. And you have beautiful kissable lips that look so soft and supple.
You stare back at me intently. As I raise my glass in thanks, the one corner of your mouth curls into this deliciously lopsided, mischievous grin that brings back the same sensation that I had earlier.
I again have to shift my legs and squeeze my thighs tighter. I also let out a slow and steady exhale, which doesn’t go unnoticed as you stare at me from a distance.
Why was I feeling this way? How were you eliciting this reaction from me? Was I feeling spiteful for being stood up again? I mean, I had put in a lot of effort to look this good.
I was able to break your gaze by engrossing myself in my phone and texting him for the tenth time, but it did not deter you. You get up from your stool and make your way down the bar to me. You walk with the confidence of a man who usually gets everything he wants.
You are wearing a dark suit jacket and pants and your crisp white dress shirt is open at the top, popping against your smooth skin. The whole way down the bar you keep your eyes locked on me, like if you took them off me, I might be able to escape. By the time you make your way to me, I can feel the wetness beginning to pool between my legs, as I squeeze my thighs even tighter.
As you make your way towards me, I start to get butterflies in my stomach. I try to ignore you, and stare off into the distance. As you settle on the stool just down from me, you turn and look over at me. The scent of your cologne follows closely behind.
As the smell washes over me, I close my eyes, and all I can do is bathe in it and take it in. As I come out of my trance, I try my best to play it cool, but I’m pretty sure I look like I am beginning to come undone.
Why did I accept the drink? What was I doing? Did I want to punish him on some level? You lean over in my direction and smile at me with a softened look that makes me want to melt inside and say,
“So what’s a gorgeous woman like you doing here all by herself?”
You look me dead in the eyes and smile that half smile. Your voice is as smooth as a hot knife through butter and it cuts right through me, down to my core.
Your eyes roam over my body, as I try to summon an answer to your question. I eventually mumble something about waiting for my boyfriend to grab drinks before dinner and try my best to seem uninterested.
I hope that this answer and lack of enthusiasm will rebuff any further questions, but I am mistaken. You proceed to slide, ever so deftly, over one more stool. I have to stifle a slight gasp in my throat.
I can almost feel the heat radiating off of you as you move closer. You again lean in towards me and speak softly and gently, so only I can hear you,
“Well, it’s his loss for being late and leaving you all alone. Now I get you all to myself.”
I can feel my stomach tighten and my pussy clench at the thought of what you mean by that statement. I let out a nervous laugh as I try to curb the thoughts that are beginning to permeate my mind.
I take a gulp of my drink and place the glass back down on the bar, fiddling with it as I do. You are undeterred. You shift yourself onto the stool right next to mine. With you so close, it can almost feel vibrations emanating from your body.
As you lean in again, this time inches away from my ear, you run the back of your index finger up the slit in my skirt, all the way to my garter. You slide your finger under the strap and tug on it gently, before letting it snap lightly against my thigh, causing me to let out a small whimper.
I can feel your warm breath on my ear and neck as you softly say to me,
“I want to fuck you.”
It takes me a moment to register what you’ve said. My face feels hot as I am overcome by the initial shock of your words. I turn my body to face you, ready to unleash a fountain of expletives on you for having the audacity to whisper those words in my ear.
But before I can, you place your warm palm on my cheek, cupping my face, and lean into my other ear and tell me,
“Your pussy is mine.”
I’m so flustered, I don’t know what to do. I look around to see who else is in the bar. Save for one gentleman tucked away in a nook on the other side there is no one, even the bartender has disappeared.
Before I can do or say anything else, your hand begins to caress up my inner thigh, parting my legs. Your thumb presses into my thigh and massages me as you move your way up ever so slowly. I let out an uncontrolled moan, as I lean into you to steady myself on the stool.
Your hand travels up further until you reach my pussy. You hesitate for a moment and then whisper in my ear,
“Someone’s a naughty girl. No panties! Tisk, tisk.”
You chuckle with delight at this discovery. You push in further and your two fingers find their way past my pussy lips and to my clit and entrance. You dip one finger into the latter and say to me,
“My, my, someone is awfully wet.”
All I can manage at this point is a low moan in acknowledgement. You bring the wetness up from my entrance and begin to gently caress my clit with small, slow circles. I reach and grab for your thigh to steady myself.
As you continue to caress my clit, I bury my face in your neck, in an attempt to stifle the moans that I want to unleash. Your finger feels so good on my clit, I almost never want you to stop. Just as this thought passes through my mind, you begin to quicken your pace, and I almost slide off the stool.
You then whisper in a very low, warm, breathy tone,
“Yeah, that’s a good girl.”
I almost come undone as those words reach my ears. I grip the edge of the bar with one hand and it’s all I can do to steady myself and remain on the stool. I’m so close to cumming, when all of a sudden, you stop abruptly and pull your hand away from my pussy.
“Uh, uh, uh. No cumming just yet, you hear me. Remember, your pussy is mine and I say when you can cum.”
I try to compose myself and lift my head to meet your gaze. Your deep eyes stare back at me and I get lost in them. I breathe and try to compose myself as your hand slowly slides back down my thigh. You lean in, this time pressing your lips directly against my ear and whisper,
“Now, you’re going to be a good girl and do exactly as I say. You got that?”
With my eyes closed, I slowly nod my head in agreement, let out a long exhale and listen to you intently.
“In just a minute, you’re going to stand up, collect yourself and make your way to the ladies room. When you get in there, you’re going to proceed to the last stall. Once inside, I want you to hike your skirt up and start playing with yourself. Understood?”
I let out a small moan of agreement and as I try to collect my thoughts, I slowly open my eyes. Everything starts to come into focus and I reach for my drink and finish it. I gather myself and slowly slink off the stool and try to stand. I have to grip the bar for support momentarily, as I get my legs back under me.
I make my way to the hotel ladies room and push open the heavy door. It’s not your typical washroom, it was definitely the nicest one I have ever been in. I stride down to the last stall and push the door open. For a regular stall, it’s rather large. I make my way in and close the door. I place my purse on the shelf on the back wall.
I reach down and start to pull up my skirt. I put my foot on the toilet seat and reach between my legs and start to play with my pussy. I’m already so wet from you playing with me at the bar. I close my eyes and think of your hands on me. I’m rubbing my clit, lost in thought, when there’s a knock at the stall door.
I’m jolted back to reality and my legs quickly come back together. I peek through the crack and see that it’s you. I hesitate for a moment, but am overwhelmed by the urge to have your hands and mouth on my body. I slowly open the door and you make your way in. As you push in, you grab my face and kiss me hard on the mouth. I stumble backwards into the stall, as you almost overpower me. You close the stall door with your foot and quickly lock it.
There’s a passion and urgency in your kiss that envelops me. You turn and push me up against the cold concrete wall. As you continue to ravage me, your hands start to roam over my body. You make your way down to my breast and start to tease my nipples through my blouse and I let out a soft moan into your mouth.
You move your mouth from mine and down to my neck, where you begin to devour me. Meanwhile, your hands have moved further down my body and are starting to snitch up my skirt and desperately running your hand up my inner thigh. You find my pussy again and whisper in my ear,
“Mine.”
I manage to eek out a barely audible, “Yes”, as you circle my clit. But you stop abruptly and my eyes flash open to meet yours. You kiss me once more before you slowly start to sink down past my waist, until you are eye level with my pussy. You look up at me as you start to spread my lips apart, revealing my most inner self. You pause and admire the view before you let out a satisfying moan of approval.
Without any further warning, you begin to hungrily eat me. Your tongue is a force and I struggle to find something to brace myself against. With no other option, I grip your beautifully coiffed hair and simply ride the wave of pleasure you are giving me. All the while, I struggle to stifle my moans, so that we don’t draw any unwanted attention. I grind my pussy onto your tongue as you finally allow me to cum.
I relax my grip on your hair and you make your way back up to me. I kiss you and can taste me on your mouth. I smile and look you in the eyes as I slide my hands down your chest to your waist and continue to the front of your pants, and say, “Now it’s my turn.”
I grab you and flip you, so that you are now the one against the wall. I slide myself down your body, until I am staring at your belt and am frantically undoing it and your pants to get to my prize. I can feel how hard you are through everything, how hard you are for me and the thought of what I’m going to do to you.
As your cock is revealed, I let out an approving moan and bite my lip. I don’t touch you with my hands, instead I let my tongue have the honour of exploring first. I lick the very tip, and the pre-cum that has appeared on the head. You taste delicious and I start to take you in my mouth.
You let out an approving groan as I proceed to take you all the way into my mouth and start to glide my mouth and tongue up and down your shaft. I repeatedly take you all the way in and can feel the tip of your cock deep in my throat. You moan approvingly and I continue. I take your shaft and work it up and down with my hand, as I take my mouth and tongue and lick and suck on your balls. I return to the tip of your cock and lick the pre-cum that is leaking out. You taste so good. I take your cock back into my mouth and stare up into your eyes, as you move in and out. You eventually pull my head away before you’re tempted to cum down my throat.
You pull me up and kiss me deeply and hungrily on the mouth and then make your way down my neck. You make your way to my ear and whisper,
“Bend over”.
I don’t hesitate at your command. I turn around and plant my hands firmly on the wall in front of me. You lift my skirt up above my hips and reach in and rub my dripping pussy before grabbing your cock and rubbing it on my clit, making sure the tip is nice and slick. With the tip now wet, you plunge yourself into my dripping pussy. Every inch feels so good as you move inside me. It feels as though you go deeper and deeper with each thrust.
I’m trying hard to stifle my moans, but I am getting louder and louder the more you delve inside me. You are forced to reach up to my mouth and cover it. I let out a whimper through your fingers, as you start to thrust harder and harder and I am very close to coming. I clench and cum around your cock harder than I have ever cum before. The waves of contractions that come with my orgasm, prove too much for you and you cum inside me.
You collapse on my back, breathing heavily into my ear, and you tell me,
“Good girl”.
After a minute, you compose yourself and remove your cock from inside me. I stand up and fix my skirt and blouse. You fix yourself as well and then turn and unlock the stall door. You walk out without looking back, while I stop and look in the mirror and fix my hair and make up.
I walk out of the bathroom shortly after and make my way to the lobby doors. The doorman graciously opens the door for me and I see my Uber waiting. He opens the car door for me as well, and I get in. As I’m riding in the back, I can feel your cum starting to drip out and I try not to squirm and shift.
The Uber drops me at my front door and I make my way into the building and take the elevator up to the apartment. As I open the door and walk in, I call out to see if he is home. He comes striding out of the bedroom, still in his dark suit jacket and pants, with his hair still slightly dishevelled and says,
“Welcome home Darling, I noticed you left your sweater at the bar, so I grabbed it for you on my way home.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r4dmn4/bar_game_fm_strangers_to_lovers_bathroom_sex
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