That time I locked eyes with a woman at the pub

This is from a few years ago.

I was 19, visiting my friends in their new city. We were at the pub, watching a rugby game and doing a drinking game: we had to take a shot at every try. I’m petite and can’t hold my liquor very well. I noticed this woman in her late 20s, early 30s staring at me. Quite drunk already, I smiled at her. She smiled back and I went back to talking with my friends, shouting at the TV screen.

The pub got even louder as our team won and I and my friends decided to celebrate with another round of shots. I lifted my head and saw that she was still looking at me. I winked at her as I drank and lock eyes with her while I licked the edges of my glass. The ambiance in the pub was electric. We began jumping around and singing the national anthem. I felt a hand rub my ass as someone went near me. I turned my head a bit too fast, my vision blurred. But I saw her, smiling at me and climbing up the stairs.

I don’t know what got into me, maybe the alcohol made me bolder but I left my friends and followed her up the stairs. I was feeling lightheaded, my cheeks were burning hot. The stairs led to a mezzanine with alcoves occupied by tables and sofas. It was dark up there and I felt lost. My heart was beating in my ears. I leaned on the railing to regain my balance, closing my eyes. Oh yes, I was drunk. Downstairs, everyone was dancing and screaming the lyrics of a song. I could feel the bass resonating in my guts.

“You want to dance?” I heard her voice whispering in my ear.

I could feel her body against mine and I felt my pussy clenching. I was ashamed to be so excited by this. She was barely flirting. I told her I don’t think I was stable enough to dance.

“I can’t help you with that.” She said.

She put her hands on my hips and began moving against me. Her hand was stroking my ass and I slowly began to move my hips against hers. She put her lips on my neck, barely touching it. She bites my earlobe and I let a soft moan escape me. She laughed, she knew she could do anything to me. She let go of me, her body heat going away. I felt cold and turned my head. She was walking toward one of the alcoves, her hand signalling me to join her. My legs were weak as I started walking toward her. I tripped and fell on the sofa and I heard her laughing at my drunk clumsiness.

“Someone drank a little too much” she mocked me.

“Maybe but I got your attention with my shot” I answered.

I lay on the sofa, turning to lay on my back. She leaned in my direction and her hand went to rest on my stomach. I put my hand on her arm and closed my eyes, waiting for the world to stop turning around me. Her hand began moving up and found my small breast. She began playing with my nipple, massaging it through the fabric. I could feel it peaking through my shirt and lifted my breast against her hand. During all this, she was talking to me, asking me questions. When I was taking too much time to answer, she would twist my nipple. My pussy was wet, begging for attention and I wondered if she could smell my wetness. I put my hands on her tights, plunging my fingers in her skin and she moaned. I smiled, happy to have that effect on her and she got up. I wanted to follow her but she put her hand on me and held me down. She dragged bit a bit further in the darkness of the alcove and sat on me, her legs on either side of me. She was topping me, her hands lifting my shirt and she began kissing me as her hands wandered on my body. Her lips were so soft. I bite her lower lips and she grunted, her lips attacking my mouth. My hands went up to her ass as hers began pulling my pants down. Fortunately, the music was covering my moans.

“You’re already so wet for me.” She said as her hand stroked my pussy.

I nodded, shaking under her touch. My hands were turning more than ever and my cheeks were hot.
“I need you,” I said shakingly.

I could tell she loved having that effect on me, she slided her finger into me, and her other hand stroked my lips, the tip of her fingers entering my mouth. I began sucking them eagerly.

“Send a text to your friends, tonight you’re coming home with me.” She said as her hands took possession of my body. That night was one of the best.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sq9pob/that_time_i_locked_eyes_with_a_woman_at_the_pub

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