The bar was dark and cozy. We were sitting on a black leather couch that definitely has seen better times, and I felt his hand crawling inside my pants to feel my ass. I moved a little bit, trying to give him some room to move further and explore. The guy, whom I met the day earlier, and whose curious hand was now slightly massaging my asscheek, appeared to be immersed in a conversation with his friend.
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… We met on Bumble and had our first “date” at Portillo’s. By the time I finished the hamburger (so, around 20 minutes after we met), I knew I wanted to fuck this guy. He was absolutely charming, but I also was absolutely horny. The addition of these two wonderful forces resulted in us sitting at this bar the next day, me – resisting the urge to rip his clothes off right there, and him – clearly enjoying teasing me in the crowded lounge.
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Feeling those fingers on my skin was driving me crazy. I wanted him to move one of them just a little bit lower, to the entrance of my pussy… please?