I was sitting at the bar alone, in a tight dress that showed all of my *ass*ets, hair and makeup done, sipping on a drink. You approached me, asked if you could sit next to me. I took some time to consider, sizing you up. You had dark blue-grey eyes, black hair, light skinned, and had at least 6 inches on me in height. You clearly knew how to take care of yourself and had a good sense of style, dressed in jeans, a button up that had the top 3 buttons undone, and a blazer, and you smelled amazing. I nodded my head toward the empty chair next to me, giving you permission to sit.
We both played into the deep and obvious attraction we sense between each other, the sexual tension thick. We exchanged names and pleasantries and shared a little bit of small talk. You started telling me about your job, but wasn’t paying attention. I was more in my head, thinking about what you were going to do with me later. Your lips were thick and I couldn’t wait to taste them. I bit my lip instinctively at the thought, which made you stop talking.
“Hmm?” I asked.
“You have to stop looking at me like that,” you replied, not taking your eyes off of my mouth. You were definitely imagining my lips around your cock.
“Like what?” I said, taking a drink then licking my lips just slow enough to see you swallow the drool that accumulated in your mouth.
You leaned in closer to me.
“Like you are fucking me in your head,” you whispered.
I closed the gap between us, leaving only a couple inches between our faces, my legs brushing up against yours.
“Oh, but that’s exactly what I am doing and I don’t have plans to stop any time soon,” I said, looking you directly in your eyes, holding your gaze.
You swallowed again before brushing my right cheek with your fingers. I inhaled sharply at your touch, which sent a sense of euphoria over my body, ending between my thighs. I feel wetness spread around my lips and clit and I suppressed the urge to moan.
You pulled back, keeping eye contact, letting a mischievous grin spread on your face. You told me, “tonight is going to be a lot of fun.”
“Tell me how,” I said. I was trying to hid the fact your last statement drove me wild.
“Oh I can’t tell you that. I love what the anticipation does to you.” You winked at me playfully, which made me smile.
My pussy began to throb and that familiar ache deep inside me returned. I finished my drink and asked the bartender for shots of tequila. I make sure to look at you seductively while I lick the salt off my wrist. You chuckled, which made me smile and blush. Your eyes kept sizing my body up, which made my pussy throb faster. There was no way my panties weren’t soaked.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, heading to the bathroom. I pulled my panties down once I closed the stall door. Yup, panties soaked. I knew you would love sucking on them later. Right as I open the stall, you walked in the bathroom and locked the door.
“Sit on the counter,” you commanded. I felt more wetness seep from between my legs, my face grew hot, my heart begin to pound, and saliva pooled in my mouth as I moved toward the counter. Once I sat down, you faced me, grabbing my thighs.
“This dress is entirely too tight, don’t you agree?” You said in a deep sultry voice, forehead resting on mine, rubbing your hands up and down my body. I was so turned on, I could only manage to nod in agreement. My breathing was heavy, unable to hide how excited I was. You spread my legs open, locking your eyes with mine. You slid your hand up my inner thigh, meeting my juices prematurely. I couldn’t move.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” you reacted as you squatted down. “Come closer.”
The second my ass was on the edge of the counter, you pushed my dress up and your mouth was sucking on my thong. My breathing hitched, feeling the warmth of your tongue around my vulva. Once you sucked all you could out of my thong, you moved it to the side and gave my clit a turn, sucking and kissing her gently, slowly, almost too slow. You then licked up and down between my lips, avoiding licking my clit. What. A. Tease. You pushed your tongue inside my pussy, sucking and licking up as much of my precum as you possibly could. Moans escaped my mouth at an involuntary rate and decibel, faster than they ever had. My hand went to the back of your head and I pushed your face further into my vulva as I felt my pussy release more grool for you. You moaned and pulled away for a breath.
“Fuck, you taste so good, so sweet,” you groaned, diving back in to your meal. I felt the pressure inside me peak at the moment you slide two fingers inside me, finding *that* spot. Oh. *fuuuuck*. You kept sucking and licking my clit and rubbing my g-spot in the way you knew would get when were you want me. Then, right before the pressure released, you removed your fingers and stop licking me. I watch you stand up, suck your fingers, wash your hands, and leave without a word, without a look in my direction. Fuck me, you were going to torture me tonight. I couldn’t fucking wait.
I took a moment to catch my breath and made sure nothing was disheveled before leaving the bathroom. Not that it mattered. There was no way the other customers at the bar didn’t hear me. My panties were so wet and my pussy was so swollen, everything down there felt cold and awkward, which you knew would turn me on. My mind wandered back to the first time you ate me out with ice in your mouth. A shiver went up my spine as I walked out of the bathroom.
I noticed you were no longer in the bar, so I assumed you went up to our room. I sat back down at the bar and asked for two more shots of tequila. I did them both back to back and then headed up to our room.