I walk in and see you sitting at the bar. You are drinking a martini, stirred not shaken. 3 olives.
I stop and watch you for a minute, looking you over and taking you in. The bar is quiet, but something gets your attention and you look my way. You see me over your shoulder and swivel in your stool without taking your eyes off me. I smile at you and you get up. The look on your face tells me you are pleased.
I walk towards you and watch you scan my body. You are a gentleman so of course you lean in…put your hand on the small of my back and kiss my cheek. I feel your breath as you linger over my ear and I get goosebumps. I’ve already started to feel that very familiar pulsing in my most secret of places. The moment I saw you it started. The moment you touched me it heightened. You offer me a seat and ask what I’d like to drink. My heart is pounding as I answer you. “Scotch, neat, please” I respond while I smile and tear your cloths off with my eyes. You touch my hand and look into my eyes captivating me.
You turn and call the bartender. When she comes over, we look at each other and smirk. She’s a hot redhead and we know what that means. I giggle and you order my drink while you squeeze my hand. We both watch as she pours the drink and places it on the bar. I look at her and say, “thank you, I love your tattoo.” I look at you. You smile, and I see the thoughts in your eyes.
We toast and sip on our drinks while we get to know each other better, the entire time feeling the urge that is building. You can cut the sexual tension with a knife. The sexual chemistry is off the charts! You lean over and whisper in my ear, “I want to kiss you. I want to feel you. I want to taste you.” I quiver. I smile and you feel me take a breath and you know I want the same.
We enjoy a few drinks. Our hands frequently touching the other. Leaning into each other ever closer. You look at me and tell me you’d like a present and I know exactly what you mean. I excuse myself and as I walk away, I feel you watching me. I look over my shoulder as I enter the restroom to catch your gaze and I wink at you. A few moments later I return with your gift and I slip into your front pant pocket. While my hand is in there, I feel you and you look at me. I smile and take my seat.
Your hand slides into your pocket and you retrieve your gift. You smile and bring it to your face. You are pleased. You return it to your pocket and place your hand on my thigh. I am wearing a dress. Your hand slides to my inner thigh and you uncross my legs. You slide your hand up and I take a deep breath. You are watching my reaction while I am concentrating looking forward. You move it further up and feel my warmth and I look at you as I open my legs wider. I bite my lip as your hand touches my pussy and I know you feel me. Wet. Already.
You lean in and whisper, “This will be mine.” I look at you and there is no need for a response. It is true. I want you to finger me. I look at you longingly asking, but you don’t. You slowly pull your hand away and run it up my back to my neck. You caress and slightly tug on my hair. I moan ever so softly. “I will kiss you but not now” you say.
We don’t realize it at the time, but the barmaid is watching us. She comes over and asks if we’d like another drink. She has this look on her face and I know what she is thinking. I look at her and smile and ask her name. We start to chat. You know of my fantasy and she is right up my alley. You know where this is going if allowed to continue. “Not now” you command, “we need to eat.” We do need to eat. Not her, not each other, not yet. We sit down for dinner.
Dinner is hard to get through because all we want to do is touch each other. My foot finds your leg under the table while your hands caress my hand, my arm, my back, my thigh. We finally finish eating and it’s time to leave but let’s just stop at the bar again. Just one more. She’s still there and although she is scrumptious as all hell, tonight’s not the night to share with her. You turn to me and ask if I’d like to go somewhere else. “Yes, Sir” I whisper. You place your hand on the small of my back and lead me out.
When we get outside, we walk for a bit. Your hand slides down to my ass and you pull me towards you. “Now” you say. You kiss me. I kiss you back. It sends tingles through my body. My pussy starts to moisten. My nipples are hardening. I try to catch my breath. You run your hand up my back and grab my hair. You pull it. My hands run up your chest, down your strong arms. I moan as we kiss so passionately. My hands find your face and I hold it was we make out like teenagers. I feel you. I feel your dick. I feel it is hard. I want to know it. I want to touch it.
People walk by. They see us. We realize and laugh. We’re on the sidewalk after all. You pull me over and lead me into an alley.
You have me up against the wall. You kiss my neck. I reach into your pants. I find you and I squeeze you. I stroke you. You moan. I know you like it. You turn me firmly. May hands on the wall. My feet spread. I am under arrest. You pull my hair back and whisper in my ear, “I want you and I will take you now baby doll.” I take a breath and let out a whimper as you slip your hand under my dress and into my pussy. You tease me with your fingers. You fuck me with your fingers. I am moaning. I am squirming. You give me a taste and you share that taste by grabbing my hair and kissing me. “Mm” you say. “Mm” I respond. “It’s time” you say. You insert your very hard cock into my pussy. I sigh. Softly. My pussy is so wet it’s been waiting for you. It’s ready for you. It belongs to you. You fuck me. You fuck me like I’ve never been fucked. You remind me I am yours. “Yes Sir. I am yours.” You fuck me harder. Harder. Harder still.
We are in an alley and that’s not even a thought. It’s slightly chilly and that’s not even a thought. My juices are running down my leg. You’ve made me cum. But it’s not just me. I felt you. I felt you cum inside me. I am shaking. I am unaware of where I am, and I do not care. I am with you. That’s all that matters.
You slip down. I feel your touch. Then your tongue. You lick my thigh up to my pussy and push me over. I am bent over, and I feel you. It is orgasmic. You have me so excited. You lick and you suck, and you moan, and I am in ecstasy. You stand and turn me to face you. You tell me to suck and I do. I slip down. Take a hold of your cock. It has me all over it. I lick. I suck it into my mouth. Mm, the taste. The feeling. The feeling of you in my mouth. Oh, you’re hard again. Pleasant surprise. I suck. I kiss. I caress. I lick. I stroke. You moan. You hold my head. You pull my hair. Your fist is full of my hair. “Good girl” you say.
I feel you tense up. You’re about to. And yes, you do. It tastes yummy. Not sweet. Not like me. But like something that is very familiar, and I love it. I look up at you and smile. You pull me up. You caress my face. My neck. My hair. You hold me. We kiss.
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