She noticed his hands first.
Large, calloused and steady, she noticed those hands before she ever glanced up to meet the eyes and the lips they belonged to.
Sitting in the corner of that smoky bar, she never expected to draw attention, which was the way she wanted it. A long week of catering to the needs of others had left her drained, in need of a quiet drink and a moment of peace.
Yet here he was, towering over her, an air of authority and confidence in his pose. "A soldier, perhaps, or a cop", she mused. She glanced up at those light colored eyes, and nodded as he again offered to buy her a drink. He smiled, and sat down on the stool next to her.
"I'm Eric," he said, in a soft voice that belied his broad shouldered, powerful form. She smiled and accepted the drink the bartender pushed towards her. "Emily." She held out a hand, sizable for her frame, and felt her body flush when it was engulfed in his larger one. She took a gulp of the cold beer before her to calm the instant heat his touch evoked.
They chatted of mundane topics, the weather and generic ramblings. The drinks continued, and as they did, they drew closer, topics switching from impersonal to those of a more intimate variety. Her modest suit skirt slipped higher over her knee, and he rested his large palm on it, hot, the heat from his fingers spreading through her skin like electricity, as he leaned forward to listen intently. She blushed, and he followed with his gaze as the rosy glow progressed from the nearly hidden cleft of her breasts, up across the column of her neck to stain the apples of her cheeks.
Deftly, he slid one finger under the hem of her short skirt, and she clasped her hand down upon his, looking up at him with startled eyes. "Shhh.." He smiled at her and laid one long finger against her lips, then spread his fingers against her flesh, pressing thumb against the soft inside of her thigh. She sighed, and spread her legs slightly, looking to the rest of the bar as if merely shifting in her seat. Only the flush in her cheeks and the way she grasped her glass like a lifeline betrayed the growing arousal being stoked within her with every strong caress of the large man's powerful fingers.
Higher they climbed, as she thrilled with sensation and with the fear of discovery. He leaned towards her, whispering into her ear. "Trust me... let me give you what you need..." His low voice hummed deep in her head, his breath tickling the soft hairs at the nape of her neck. His fingers reached the apex of her thighs, stroking against the damp satin he found there, and he turned his face against her, running his teeth over the soft flesh of her neck.