It was raining the night that I met you… I came in for a late dinner and the restaurant was pretty empty; just you and a busboy taking care of the two occupied tables. I sat down at the bar, sizing you up from the back… noticing your broad shoulders and sculpted arms accentuated by the way you rolled up your shirtsleeves. There’s something about the way you wear that button-down shirt that is so classy yet casual. You turned around to face me and I remember feeling a jolt run through me when you flashed me a smile. I instantly felt at ease and all the stress that had accumulated over my day quickly evaporated.
“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” you joked…
“Who says I’m nice…” I replied with a soft smirk.
You asked what I’d like to drink and I told you to guess. I love the way you looked at me in that moment: contemplative… and desirous. You stood there with one eyebrow raised, gently rubbing your beard before leaning across the bar so that you were only inches from my face. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply… such an intimate gesture: breathing in the scent of a stranger – I felt my stomach flutter while you lingered there for a moment longer. You opened your eyes, your handsome face just inches from mine before you winked and turned to fix my drink – and you’d guessed it: tequila on the rocks.
I sipped my drink while stealing glances of you at work, craving another moment of intimacy… with a stranger. I watched you move about the restaurant and felt my pussy start to tingle… thinking about how your arms would feel wrapped around my waist. How your hands might feel cupping my face as you bring my mouth up to meet yours…
One of the tables is paying their bill and getting ready to brave the elements outside and you walk over to my spot at the bar… sitting down right next to me.
“One down, one to go” you say as you look right into my eyes… and there goes my stomach, fluttering again. “Ok, you’re turn to make me a drink” you say as you take my hand and lead me around to the back of the bar… I look you up and down, mimicking your move of a raised eyebrow and stroking an imaginary goatee. “I’ll show you” you say as you grab a tumbler and tell me to fill it with ice. You’re standing behind me and take my hands in yours. Your hands are strong but not rough and you move them deftly through the motions of pouring an old fashioned. You press up close behind me and I can feel your cock, hard and huge, pressing into the small of my back. You lean into me and whisper in my ear
“So, are you a nice girl or a naughty one?” Your breath is hot on my neck, my skin tingles & my knees buckle making me lean forward over the bar. I turn my head back over my shoulder looking at your mouth so close to mine and murmur “Naughty.”
“I was hoping you’d say that” you whisper back and I feel your hands rest on the small of my back as you gently pull my hips back into you… your cock harder that ever now. Keeping one hand on my hips, the other traces down over my ass to the edge of my skirt… your fingers running along the part of my leg between my thigh-high boots and my miniskirt. I’m breathing heavier… feeling my pussy getting wet… acutely aware of the three people still sitting at the last table in the restaurant. I look up at them but they’re engaged in their own conversation, and I see the busboy busy clearing their dishes.
Your fingers make their way under my skirt then your hand firmly grabs my ass. I bite down on my lip, stifling a moan… you’re gripping my ass and I feel your thumb tracing up and down the line of my g-string. My pussy is trembling and soaked as you slip my panties to the side exposing my wetness. You gently part my lips with your fingers and push your way into my slippery warmth. A sigh escapes my lips and you lean in close again and whisper “Shhhhhhhhh” as you thrust your fingers deep inside me…
It’s all I can do not to cry out. You’re stroking me from the inside, my wetness seeping down your hand, and your thumb begins circling around my tight little ass… teasing me… circling in closer and closer… barely pressing inside just for a moment – filling both of my holes – and I am brought to the brink of orgasm. You can tell that I’m close to coming so you cover my mouth with your other hand, your fingers rhythmically moving in and out of my sopping wetness. I feel my insides start to contract and my pussy starts to pulse into the beautiful explosion of ecstasy. You keep working me and I arch back, biting your hand that’s still firmly planted over my mouth… and I come so hard… all over you… my orgasm dripping down your hand. You lift your drenched fingers up to your mouth, licking them… tasting me. I manage to stand up straight just in time to see the last table of diners getting up to leave.
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