Just another night away from home on business. I think I'll duck into this crowded bar for a drink; it looks hoppin'. Not three steps in the door, we make eye contact from across the room. I think to myself, hmm, she's sexy. While I'm not prone to approaching women in bars, I find myself walking in her direction. I squeeze sideways alongside her bar stool and get the attention of the bartender. Our eyes lock again and I say hello. The view down the front of her low cut top is a distraction almost too magnetizing to block out. I can't remember what I say next, but I hear my brain screaming at my eyes to quit leering and look up!
"Sure, I'll have another beer," she says, so obviously I've offered to buy her a drink. The bartender returns with our beers and we each take a sip and smile. The music is loud and the crowd is continuing to build. I feel another bar patron attempt to get an elbow on the bar behind me. In the process he pushes me up against her stool and my growing bulge brushes across her knee. I turn to look at the drunken jerk next to me to deflect attention away from the awkward moment, and then look back at her.
"Excuse me," I apologize. "I don't usually make a move this early on in a relationship."
"So, we are in a relationship now?" she teases as I try to recover.
"Well, we damn near conceived a child when that drunken bastard behind me fell into the bar!"
"Why don't I let you take the stool and I'll stand over here where there's more room." As I slide down into your spot, my eyes follow the curvy contour of her firm ass. I rotate my stool towards hers as she stands with one leg between mine. The fragrance of her perfume lingers and triggers my primal senses. I watch her lick her lips dry as she takes another sip from her beer. An involuntary grin covers my face.
"What are you grinning about?" she laughs.
"A gentleman would never share what I have on my mind right now." I dangle the words like bait.
"Try me," she challenges boldly.
"Ok, but don't throw your drink in my face if you are offended."
"I don't offend easily."
"I was just looking at those beautiful wet lips of yours and wondering what it would be like to kiss them."
"That's offensive?" she says, as if disappointed my thoughts were so tame. Without a moment's notice, she plants a quick kiss on my lips and retreats.
"Wait a second," I protest, "I wasn't ready. What's a guy to learn from that?"
Another surge from the mob crushes us up against the bar, shoving her into me. With her chest pressed up against mine I say, "Look who's putting on the aggressive moves now."
"You are going to have to learn to control yourself."
As she starts to pull back, I wrap my hand around her back and hold her in close. "A guy doesn't get opportunities like this literally thrown in his lap all that often. I think you're going to have to earn your release now."
"Ok, what's your price, you... you kidnapper?" she laughs.
"That quick peck on the lips you gave me a few minutes ago won't cut it, but a long pondering kiss could buy your freedom." Allowing little time to respond to the ransom demand, my mouth covers hers and our lips meet. The heels of her hands go to my shoulders as if to push away, but they weaken as the kiss becomes more electrically charged. The hand around her back slides down over her ass and gives it a little squeeze.
"Uh" is the only sound that comes from her mouth as she stands in virtual disbelief at what just happened. She looks completely lost as her mind attempts to process the tidal wave of data flooding her brain. Was it the softness of my lips or the way my tongue subtly met hers inside her mouth, I wonder? Was it the way my hand slid down her ass and pulled her in tighter? Was it my hard cock beneath my jeans that she felt with the front of her thigh?
"Now, that's the kind of kiss that you can learn from," I whisper. She looks me in the eye and it's as if we are the only two people in the room.
Funny thing about a crowded bar, the more people that cram into it, the more anonymous one feels. The people around us are completely oblivious to our little exchange. My hand slides lower and cups the back of her thigh. I release the tightness of my grip a little to create some space between us.
My heartbeat returns to its normal pace and I suddenly realize I'm thirsty again. I lift my bottle of beer off the bar and swallow the last ounce. I raise my hand to get the bartender's attention and he approaches. "I'll have another beer sir, and get my lady friend whatever she likes."
She reaches for the drink menu, and I move my stool back to allow her to situate herself between me and the bar. While the bartender stands before us, she bends slightly over the bar to read the menu, and I run my hand up the inside her thigh all the way to her crotch. The crowd around us senses nothing. She parts her legs slightly and pretends to read the menu while my fingers massage the mound of her pussy through her jeans.
"I'll h-h-have the pomegranate martini," she stutters and presses back into me. "You are a naughty, naughty boy," she whispers and removes my hand from her crotch. The bartender departs to fetch our drinks. The space to our side she previously occupied has been consumed by the crowd. Realizing the predicament, she sits back onto my lap.
"I couldn't help myself. You really shouldn't leave your body in such a vulnerable position; you know how men can get to groping in a crowded bar," I say as my hand roams up her front and squeezes a handful of breast.
"What am I going to do with you?" she complains in mock protest. My hand lingers on her soft, round breast and pinches a quickly swelling nipple before getting cited for trespassing.
Her ass, now placed firmly on my lap, subtly begins to grind on the bulge beneath it. A breathy sigh escapes her lips revealing the emotions stirring within. She crosses her arms in front of her chest and leans forward. This allows my hand to sneak up her front for another feel. She permits the hand to move from one breast to the other under her concealing arms. The bartender returns with our drinks; I drop my hand below her chest and rest it comfortably on her stomach. He sets down the drinks and gives me a knowing smile.
