Being faced with another mundane day in the office, my phone vibrating in my desk drawer drew a smile on my face. Some colleagues noticed and asked me why I was so happy. I kept it to myself. Even during the commute home, I resisted the urge to look at the app, I wanted to enjoy this with a glass of wine. During the final walk from the bus to my flat, I could feel the excitement building, stopping off at the shop to pick up a bottle of rose wine to drink while I looked over my suitors.
After a quick change into something more comfortable, leggings and a hoodie, not lingerie, I poured myself a large glass and got down to reading the replies. Ugh, I quickly unmatched with the first messenger asking me for a coffee. The next one was Peter. He was tall and thin with fair hair. Seemed to be a rugby fan from his two photos and his bio just read a random Chandler quote from Friends. His opening gambit was just two emojis, 👉👌. I smiled and then replied with my phone number. There wasn't a long wait before Peter sent a text, asking to meet at a trendy bar the next night with promises of what I needed. Suits me, I thought before agreeing and thinking of what I could wear.
All-day Thursday at work, all I could think of was meeting Peter. During my morning coffee break, I disappeared into the bathroom, unbuttoned my shirt and sent him a selfie with my bra exposed and skirt pulled up. At lunchtime when I checked my phone he had replied with a topless pic and jeans pulled down a little but not enough to see anything. Time to up my game I thought. Into the bathroom and removed my blazer and blouse, hanging them on the cubicle door, I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor. I snapped a few selfies, making sure my face wasn't visible. I sent them off and got myself redressed. Before I even left the bathroom the phone pinged with a photo of his cock, laying listlessly on his leg. I thought to myself, 'I'll put that to good use tonight.' Returning to my desk I was in for a long afternoon but at least I had something fun to think about.
Once home, I realised I hadn't even thought of what to wear. After a quick shower, I surveyed my wardrobe, I was wanting comfort over style so I went for a pair of jeans, nice boots with a small heel and a navy knitted high neck sweater. I liked it and all would be easily removed if the need arose.
I arrived at the bar a little late, fashionably so if you will. Peter was there, already at the bar with a pint in hand. I joined him and kissed him on the cheek. He was a little taller than me, though not exceptionally so. I got a gin and tonic and we retreated to a booth. I moved into the booth as close to him as possible. Mere inches from his face we spoke in low, hushed tones. Once the idle introductions were out of the way, I suggested heading back to mine, he agreed and we finished our drinks and left.
He exited the bar in front of me and turned left down the street. I grabbed him from behind and spun him around. Kissing him full on the lips and almost forcing him back towards the wall. Peter was a little taken aback by this, we broke apart before he took me by the hand to an alcove just around the corner from the bar door. Surrounded by empty beer kegs he pinned me against the wall and our kissing recommenced. I forced my tongue into battle with his, probing his mouth. His hands had reached down and he firmly grabbed my ass with both of them. I reached to his crotch, I could feel him hard already. He kept pressing it against my thigh while I was kissing his neck. I unbuttoned the top few buttons on my jeans and took his hand moving it there. He eagerly fondled and prodded until he had worked his digits around my knickers before easing them inside.
I was already quite wet by this stage and although his thrusting wasn't quite hitting the spot it was a good start. I continued kissing him, before pulling away and nibbling his bottom lip.
