One night I caught a girl’s eyes at a local bar. The atmosphere was chill. The TV’s featured silent sports as pop/rock music played through the speakers. Sporadically, when she liked a song, she would dance in front of and brush up against me as I sat in my chair. Over the course of a couple drinks, we didn’t have a proper conversation – more like flirty interactions as she migrated between her friends and me. Her mischievous grin turned me on to no end. More than once, just as I thought I could command her attention, she would turn back to her friends. During one of our “moments” I invited her to my place, albeit almost jokingly. To my surprise, she accepted.
When we walked in everything was fun and hot as we made out, stripped, felt each other up and worked our way to my bed. I grabbed a condom and entered her in missionary. She was very wet, and I slipped out before I could find a rhythm.