John pulled down his mask as he walked into the Brooklyn bar feeling a little nervous. It was the first time he’d been out since the pandemic started; he’d only moved to New York a few months before the city shut down, and felt a awkward walking into the bar alone. Still, he was starved for human contact and, he after months of pushups and situps to kill his idle time, he looked good. So he walked up to the bar and ordered himself a Manhattan.
Before his drink even arrived a petite brunette woman in a short, black skirt and black tanktop said, “Need a seat? This one’s free. I’m Ella”. Ella was at the bar for the same reason as John- a month into the pandemic she and her boyfriend had split and she was desperate for a man’s touch. As John sidled into the stool next to her, his hand brushed the outside of her thigh and she felt a warm rush, almost electric, run up her thigh, into the pit of her stomach and back down into her pussy. John had a similar reaction, his cock twitching, but still nervous, he put both his hands on the bar.