HER:
I hummed along with the song playing loudly over the speakers in the bar, twirling the straw in my glass of rum and coke and glancing around at the variety of people around me. The bar had just opened a few months ago near my place, and I'd been wanting to try it out. Seeing as how I didn't have anything else to do tonight, I'd gotten dressed up to go out.
A short, baby pink wraparound dress molded to my breasts and hips as I moved, but flowed enough to draw the eye to the hidden curves of my plentiful, hourglass figure. It tempted and teased, and it was one of my favorite dresses. Paired with black four-inch heels that tied around my ankles and sheer black thigh-highs, my long black hair flowing in soft waves down my back and around my face, I knew I looked like innocence and sex. The look was emphasized by my dark smoky eye makeup and the light pink gloss on my lips.
I knew I looked amazing, but the vibe I was putting off must have stopped anyone from even approaching me.
I glanced at the clock over the bar and sigh softly. The bar was really cool, but I was still bored after being here for over an hour. No one had caught my attention, and though I wasn't particularly looking to take a stranger home it still would've been nice to find someone to chat with. I drained the last of my drink and caught the bartender's eye.
"You want another one?" He smiled at me kindly, and I returned it with a shake of my head.
"No thanks, Dane. I guess I'm not really in the right mood to be out tonight."
"What, drowning your boredom in alcohol and complete strangers doesn't do it for ya?"
I grinned and let out a laugh, handing him my card. "Am I that easy to read?"
He waved my card away, surprising me. "Not really, I've just been doing this long enough to tell. And the guy at that table in the corner paid for your drinks already."
My back went straight in shock, and I swiveled around to see who he was pointing towards. There was a small table in the very corner, mostly hid away in the shadows. I couldn't see the man's face, but I could tell that the suit he was wearing fit him perfectly. The fabric tight but not constricting his movements, I watched the muscles play in his thighs and arm visible as she shifted. I could feel his eyes roam over me, and heat flushed through my body. I glanced quickly away and back at Dane.
He was smirking at me. "You gonna thank him or what?"
My cheeks turned an even bright shade of red. "You think I should?"
He shrugged. "Couldn't hurt I suppose." I bit my lip as he walked away, debating about my options. He was right, after all.
I took a deep breath and gathered my small pink clutch, smoothing my dress so that the tops of my thigh-highs weren't peeking out beneath the hem anymore. I turned and started towards the mystery man, my heart beating hard in anticipation and mystery. I saw him shift to fully focus on me as I got closer. Another three steps and I was only a foot away from his table, his features now visible to me.
A sharp breath caught in my throat as I took him in. Dark, bottomless eyes that swept over my body with obvious desire in them. Full lips that tilted in a half smile as I froze. Stylish, cropped short black hair that was pulled back from his face only emphasizing the cut of his jaw and cheekbones.
He was fucking gorgeous.
He stood up and I swallowed hard as I looked up at him towering over me in my heels. He pulled out a chair next to him and spoke, his deep voice instantly hardening my nipples.
"Care to join me, angel?"
My legs automatically moved towards him and I sat down in the chair he'd offered, barely able to breathe at how he'd caught my attention immediately. He had some kind of spell over me, and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not.
HIM:
The most beautiful woman I'd ever seen was finally within reach. My eyes had immediately gone to her when she stepped through the doors an hour ago, my cock hardening instantly at the way her pink dress moved around her. I wanted to rip that dress off and be the one to feel her smooth skin rubbing against me. A small growl had escaped me when she'd sat at the bar, the dress riding up to reveal the lace at the top of the sheer stockings she wore.
For the last hour I'd done nothing but watch her, the way she looked around the bar and watched the people around her, sometimes with amusement, but mostly with boredom. It was hard to tell from here whether she wanted to be approached or be alone, so I stayed where I was so I could drink her in.
Fifteen minutes after she'd gotten here, I'd approached the bar out of her eyesight and given the bartender, Dane, my card and told him to charge all her drinks to it. He'd raised an eyebrow at me but done as I asked.
And now. Now, her soft floral perfume filled my senses, her glossy black hair begging me to wrap my hand around it and pull her head back to expose her throat to my mouth. Her pouty pink lips were glossy, all but asking for me to lick the coating off and taste her. Her large green eyes blinked slowly at me, waiting for my next move.
I sat back in my chair, relishing in the way she couldn't help but glance over my body. I knew I looked good. I stayed fit and wore clothes that showed that off. Who ever said that women and gay men were the only ones allowed to pay attention to fashion? Your outer appearance was as much armor as your attitude, something I'd learned in my many years of business.
"Would you like another drink?"
She seemed to shake herself at my words, looking back up to meet my eyes.
"No, thank you." Her soft voice wrapped around me, and my cock puled in reaction. It was light and airy, but not the kind to where you think the person is an airhead. It was purely feminine, and I wanted to hear the voice cry my name out.
"Thank you," she continued, "for the other drinks too, by the way. You didn't have to pay for them."
"I'm well aware. I wanted to."
Confusion filled her face. "But... why?"