He grabbed my hips and pressed against me from behind. Without turning around I could tell he was much taller than me. His hands were large and hot with long fingers that dug into my flesh. I stood paralyzed pressed against the bar with the crush of bodies crowding the place.
I had been waiting 15 minutes for a drink and was ready to give up and head home. The night seemed a bust since none of my friends had shown and there was little male talent to speak of. I'm quite pale and have glossy dark brown shoulder length curls. At 5'7" with ample C cup breasts and long shapely legs I looked pretty hot crammed into a tight miniskirt that stretched precariously across my generous ass. I wore a slinky tank top minus bra since gravity hadn't yet taken it's toll. Wearing so little was risky but felt deliciously bad. Thus far I had avoided many unwanted advances already finding no males to my liking. I hate crowded places anyway and now someone was taking advantage of the situation invading my personal space with an insulting level of confidence.
He unabashedly pressed his massive erection into my lower back. Despite the potential I felt in the size of the organ burning hotly against me I prepared to elbow him squarely in the balls.
"You want a drink?" he breathed into my ear with a voice deep and velvety that managed to halt my violent plans.
I finally looked back to confront this cocky prick and was met with the cool gaze of the most beautiful black man I've ever seen. I shook off the tremors I felt throughout my body enough to direct a level glare at him that I hoped displayed my disapproval of the liberties he was taking. He responded with a smile as he turned me around to face him. My eyes were barely level with his lips despite my 4 inch heels and any protests I might have made were silenced when he laid a finger against my lips.
"Shhhhh, just follow me."
Palming my ass with one massive hand he led me through the crowd to a door hidden by a shadowed corner. With a motion he opened the door and pulled me through into a storage room.
"I work here usually but I'm off the clock tonight" he told me as I heard the unmistakable click of a lock sliding into place.
Finally I found my voice, "So where's my drink?" I asked trying to stay calm despite being locked in a room with a stranger in a very noisy bar that would certainly hide any screams.
"Look around."
My eyes adjusted to the dim overhead light and I realized there were stacked boxes of beer and liquor. The room was even slightly chilly as if the AC was purposely turned up. My nipples became hard as rock as a shiver passed over me from the combination of temperature and apprehension.
"I've been watching you sulk at the bar for a while now, you get stood up by your boyfriend?"
I debated telling him I was newly single but maybe an imaginary boyfriend would lend some protection since I had no intentions of rewarding his behavior so far.
"He ended up having to work late." I stammered as I grabbed a nearby bottle of flavored vodka and cracked it open.
I took a deep swig and said, "Thanks for the drink but I need to get home."
"I think you can stay a bit longer," he said stalking towards me.
Realizing I had managed to stick myself in the far corner, my eyes darted around looking for an escape. He was broad shouldered and outweighed me by at least 80 lbs. Maybe I can talk my way out of this. He stood directly in front of me eyeing me up and down like a meal.
"I don't know what you think you're going to get from me but I assure you it's not..."
He closed the distance grabbing me around the waist while pressing his lips to mine silencing me and taking advantage of my open mouth to dart his tongue in. I kissed him back briefly before planting my hands on his chest pushing him back. He didn't budge just kissing me deeper and sliding his hands down to squeeze my ass.
I got my mouth away enough to say "I can't."