She lay in bed; her legs twitching; the palm of her hand pressing deep into her thigh.
She shook her head, "c'mon all I wanted to do tonight was get some fucking sleep."
She knew she wasn't going to sleep; the urges she felt were too strong, always too strong. She had seen doctors about it; they had tried to help, but nothing worked.
She sighed and rolled out of bed, stretching her body while looking in the mirror. She liked looking at herself. Her D cup breasts were still firm and her rose colored, large nipples pointed to the ceiling as she stretched her arms above her head. Her skin was almost a translucent white. She looked back a little to see her round ass and smiled. She loved her ass; her hand came down and she rubbed it for a second before giving herself a slap and throwing on some jeans and a tee shirt. It didn't matter what she wore; she was pretty enough and forward enough to get what she wanted without dolling herself up. She slipped on some heels. She was a very short girl, not reaching five feet tall; she needed the heels to help with her mission. She went to the mirror, and shook out her red hair as she giggled. Her hair was always a mess, always had that "just fucked looked."
She got to the bar and ordered a vodka and seven-up. The bartender brought it over with a smile, "what are you up to tonight?"
"Not much, Josh, same ole same ole, you know."
He gave a knowing nod, "yeah I know. You got your eyes on anybody yet?"
She tipped her head back and laughed, "I just got here."
She turned her chair and looked out. There weren't very many people there. She was a little let down by this; most of the time when these urges came she needed more than one person.
She turned her chair back around and caught the eye of a man at the other end of the bar. She smiled at him and bent down to suck her drink through the straw. She kept her eyes on him, both letting him know that she was interested and scoping him out.
He was a good looking man, shorter dark hair. He had a set jaw-line, she liked that, and though she were sitting, she could tell that he was about a foot taller than she was. She giggled to herself and thought how glad she was to have put on the heels. She stared at him a little bit longer before bringing her attention back to the bartender.
As she sat bullshitting with Josh, she'd ever so often look back at the man. She would twist her body so that he got a good look at her braless tits in the thin white, tight tee-shirt she had thrown on.
In the middle of conversation, the man called Josh over to him. She waited patiently, and soon Josh came back over with a new drink for her.
"From him."
Josh always acted a little put out when things started to happen. She thanked him, then raised her glass and nodded at the man. He smiled and waved his hand to dismiss it. She thought to herself, "god I hope this guy isn't a pussy. I don't want to have to do all the work."
Her thought slowly diminished when the man picked up his beer and headed her way. He sat down next to her, "hi."
"Hi there. How are things?" "Better now."
She laughed and put her hand on his arm, "oh stop it."
He smiled and took a drink of his beer.
"So what brings a lovely girl out to this place so late in the middle of the week?"
"Couldn't sleep."
"I see, so you needed a drink to help."
She let a slow smile cross her face and put her hand on his upper thigh, "no that's not what I needed."
His eyes widened as he caught on to what she was saying. His hand went down to rest on her inside of her upper thigh.
"What else do you need?"
An impish look crossed his face. She giggled and shook her head, "You know."
