INTRO
Life is alright. I turned 21 two weeks ago and finally got a somewhat enjoyable job that pays just enough to afford fun activities on weekends. I’m not usually the type to go out and party. Not usually, not ever, really. Not my scene, I guess. But tonight was different. I was feeling really lonely and couldn’t fall asleep. All that was on my mind was how soft an other woman’s face must feel like. Right, I should mention that I am in fact a “baby gay” is what they call it. I put my phone away and closed my eyes. 30 minutes later, still awake so I got up and splashed my face with cold water. I knew this craving wasn’t going to go away unless I do something about it so I headed out. I live in the heart of the city, with rich nightlife. I have never actually “been out”. Like clubbing or gone to a bar…. or been drunk. In my city there are no lesbian bars and there’s only guys at the gay clubs so I just went to a regular, straight club.
INTRO END
When I entered the bar I wasn’t expecting much. I just wanted to check out some beautiful women, not get hit on by dudes and grab a drink. The bar was exactly how I imagined a straight bar to be. For a moment I was even contemplaining turning around and going back home until something caught my eye. There was this beautiful, beautiful woman dancing in the crowd. She was alone but at the same time didn’t need anyone. It looked as if she’s just there to enjoy herself and that she did. As I made my way past groups of people to the bar, I glanced over her way. She had short, black hair, slender figure and eyecatching hips which she moved from one side to the other as she danced. She wore this stunning, short, black dress that revealed a part of her thigh on the sides of the dress as she spun. Seeing someone enjoy themselves and the vibe that surrounds them made me smile. I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. I was a little nervous as this was my first time drinking in an actual bar. In a state of panic and anxiety, I picked a drink I have drunk before – a coctail.
As I sipped on a very light coctail, I turned around to glance at the woman, except she wasn’t there. My eyes wandered around the room searching for the stranger I may never see again. I couldn’t spot her. I accepted defeat and turned back to my depressing, lonely drink. I stared into my drink, thinking about what could have been if I would have just talked to her. Sure she’s probably straight but at least I would have made a move. Now I’m lonelier than I was before.
EROTIC
I’m pretty short so bar stools are the death of me. Uncomfortable getting up and down. As I awkwardly got up from the bar stool, I felt myself touch something warm. My eyes widened and I gasped a little when I saw what was it that I had my hand on. It was the dancing stranger’s thigh. She had just come to sit down right as I was getting down from my seat. Without hesitaiton, in a shaken up voice I said “Sorry, I didn’t mean to..” but my hand stayed on her thigh as I said it. She was looking me right in my eyes. I pulled my hand off her thigh real quick when I saw that it was still there. There was a brief moment of silence during which she didn’t break eye contact. I stared at her almost motionless, like a deer in the headlights. It was only a few seconds but it felt like forever. I opened my mouth but had nothing to say. I took a light breath in, then a sudden, deep breath as she slowly and carefully took my hand and put it back on her thigh. She guided my hand to her inner thigh until it was hidden under her dress. She kept staring at me but I couldn’t do it. My eyes kept going back and forth between glancing at her eyes and what she was making me do. I knew my hand laid right besides her panties as I could feel the fabric graze my fingers. Her hand above mine, mine felt restricted, like it can’t go back now. She leaned in as I sat there frozen still. She whispered into my ear “You can stare from a distance… but not up close?”. I felt her warm breath move from my ear to my neck. She softly breathed on my neck, very close but not touching. I could feel the intensity of her every breath. She just stayed there, breathing, for like a whole minute. I was so turned on and at the same time nervous, that I started breathing harder. “I’ve had a long night. I can tell you’re new here but I like you.” she whispered into my ear… “I want YOU to make me come right here, right now”. Those words in that order made my core tighten and my hand grip her thigh with strength. She laughed to herself in surprise, “I was going to ask you can you do that, but it looks like I don’t have to, do I?” “No.” I softly whisper. She lets go of my hand, knowing she has me and leans back from my ear, looking at my hand. I glide my fingers, feeling the crevases between her soft skin and the outlines of her panties. I continue to tease her, grazing her soft skin with my hand. Pulling the outlines of her panties and snapping them back into place. Sliding my finger under her panties, feeling only the edge of the fabric and her pussy. I look up at her and she looks back at me and smiles. She leans into me, as if about to kiss me but at the last moment turns her face a bit sideways. She lets out a very subtle, quiet, fake moan right onto my cheek, as if to tease me. My knees feel weak and my hand slips under her panties. She catches my wrist and whispers “Wait..” She pulls my hand out of her panties, takes off my ring and puts two of my fingers in her mouth, sucking them both three times. I am breathless. She guides my hand back down and I slide it under her panties. I start rubbing her clit in a circular motion with the same two fingers she just sucked. I start slow and steady. She takes a sip of my drink as I please her. “That’s good but how about something stronger?” she says while holding my light coctail. I continue rubbing her clit, applying more pressure, looking her right in the eyes. “Mmh, g-good” she quietly stutters. I start rubbing her clit faster, still keeping pressure on it. She leans in and whispers in my ear “I’m going to come, don’t stop”. As she’s about to come, I change to a slower pace, applying more pressure. She quietly moans into my ear. Right as she’s taking a deep breath, I slip my fingers into her vagina. Surprised, she pauses her breath. I fuck her with the same two fingers that just made her come. Pushing my fingers in and out, then against the top, inside of her vagina. She firmly grabs the bar counter with her hands and looks at me. Flushed and blushing, she looks cute. I make her come again, feeling the warm liquids cover my fingers. She hides the moans from her orgasm by leaning in and kissing me. Her thighs gently shake while I withdraw my hand from her soaked panties. She looks at me, smiling as I lick my fingers, one by one. “Good girl.” She softly whispers, finishing my drink. “This was fun. I’ll see you later sometime, yeah?” she gets up and flees the scene. I dry my hand off with my shirt, looking back at my drink. I notice that under my drink she has left a note “Friday, 02:00, where you fucked me”. I didn’t see her writing while this all happened so she must have written it before she came up to me.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/y60eq5/ff_2133_stranger_seduces_an_introvert_lesbian_at
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