I see you standing there at the bar.
Your eyes flash and I see a twinkle.
Oh yeah, you are trouble.
With a capital O.
We each get a beer and move off to the end of the bar.
You are speaking to Me, but I have no clue what you are saying. My brain is fixated upon wanting to see just how much more mouth watering your cock is in person vrs. Picture.
'Can't look down, can't look down at his cock!'
I think to myself.
'Oh crap! That was a question!'
I look down.
Quickly I look up at you, your smile tells me I am so busted.
Quickly I stumble over the, look at the time! speech.
You walk me out of the bar.
Shortly after we cross the threshold you reach over. Your hand slips under my skirt. Feeling the wet of pussy lips.
You usher me to the side of the building and leaning in, you say, "You really don't wear panties."
I start to say " I told you so." When you slip your finger inside me.
My words die in my throat as you work your finger in.
"God your tight." You utter as I start to moan.
"Just a taste, just to see. " I hear as you turn me around.
Pinning my arms above my head by holding my wrists, you start to slowly slide yourself deep into my tight wet pussy.
"Omg yes!"
Grabbing my waist you pull my ass closer and fuck me hard, deep.
I try and turn around. I try to reach for you.
You shake your head no.
"Want! " I whimper.
"I want to make you scream."
You reply.
Flash.
We are inside a room. The door shutting behind us. My purse falls to the floor as we jump toward each other.
My back slams against the door.
Our hands move over each other's body.
I go to reach to take your pants off. Your hand goes to my throat.
I stop.
My heart thuds in my chest.
I look into your eyes. Mine wide with fear.