I want you. I can see that you want me too. The way you move your hand over your lips as you look in my direction is showing me that you do. The bar in which we are in is heaving with life. Mostly beautiful women who are looking to find themselves in a strangers bed tonight, dancing and drinking till they almost collapse. But all my attention is taken by you. You know it. Standing facing outwards at the bar, your lips caress the whisky glass as you take a sip, the cool liquid travels down your body.
I begin to imagine myself as travelling down your body, planting kisses on your neck, your chest, your... I get distracted by your movements. As you turn your hips away from me to place the glass on the bar, I see the curvature of your arse following your movements just a second behind. That black skin tight dress you are wearing creases around the small of your back. Wow. You know I am looking. Staring in awe. Smiling whilst looking over your shoulder, you bend over to pull up your dress to show most of your toned thigh. I must say, that black dress looks beautiful against your Latino skin.
Others clearly agree as the room starts to pay notice to you. A beautiful but knowing smile appears on your face in recognition. But all you want is me. And I'm going to show you why. I lick my lips and I begin to walk towards you through the masses of people. The place isn't too big, but it's big enough to cause frustration at how long it is taking to reach you. As I move closer, you and your body turns to face me, showing your whole body in its glory in that dress; the one I will soon be ripping off. I unbutton my white shirt, so you can see my generous cleavage under my grey tank top. You raise your eyebrow as I come more into your view, your eyes looking me up and down. Lingering on my arm muscles which are emphasised by the rolled up sleeves. As my body finally reaches you, I place my hands on your hips and push you into the bar. A surprised look appears but quickly changes to show how turned on you are. I lean in towards your left ear, take the lobe into my mouth and nibble on it lightly. Your body tenses as my lips and tongue lay delicate kisses on your neck. I can faintly hear your breath shortening when I bite just above the collar bone. Pulling away from you, I can see that you have your eyes are still closed and your gripping onto the bar.
I lean beside you and call over the bar woman. Her beautiful red hair falls into her face as she walks over; I watch her body move. It isn't smooth and sexual but damn it is sexy. If I didn't have my eye on the lady in the black dress, I would be setting my sights on her. She is much more my type. Leaning over the bar and into the red-head's ear, I ask for two Tequila shots. My hand resting on her arm as I ask, she pulls away, then winks before walking off to retrieve the alcohol. You turn round, and lean on my shoulder. "The names Eliza" her voice vibrates on my neck, I shiver but I cannot let her see this. I don't want to know her name. This is temporary; a one night thing. Yeah, she is beautiful but not the kind I want to have next to me every morning. That's why I am no longer to refer to her as you. Because now, in my mind, she is not you. I don't know who YOU are. But you are certainly not this woman.
I do not bother giving her mine, instead I smile and hand the tequila to her from the red-head. Salt. Tequila. Lime. Lips. You replace the lime on my lips with yours. The sweet taste of alcohol, vanilla, and woman's lips. Her kisses are longing, lustful but empty. It's all about sex. I pull her towards the bathroom as people are beginning to stare. Slamming her against the inside of a cubicle door, I run my hands over her soft and braless boobs. Eliza pulls her skirt up, allowing one of her legs to wrap around my body. With my hand, I move the slip of her panties to one side, placing my finger on her clit. I lightly rub the area above, teasing her whole body. She tenses underneath me, bucking her hips to make me apply more pressure. But this just makes me dominating. I pull her by her hair, bite her neck then pull her towards the toilet. She knowingly, as if through practice, bends over. Her dress now high up her body and I have full view of her rear.
Mmm, A nice wet pussy for me. Kneeling down, I place two fingers inside of her. She moans. I thrust slowly, my rhythm slowly increasing. Her wet pussy throbbing in ecstasy, whilst she moves against my fingers. I can tell she is nearing her orgasm. I place my fingers with my tongue. Going deep inside her, then moving out and down. My whole tongue is flat against her clit, then I swirl upwards towards her hole. Her pussy tenses, her juices start to over flow, and she screams in pleasure. I keep going just to push her more. But she falls over, and in the process, brings me down with her. She curls up on me, shaking in pleasure.
Someone walks into the ladies bathroom, and knocks on our cubicle. Eliza looks at me startled. Standing up clumsily, straightening out her dress, falls into the wall. "Hello?" the female voice echoes from behind the door. I walk out of the cubicle with my after-sex smile on my face, and look at the red-head. Ah yes. The red-head. "Is everything okay?" she asks, knowing full well that it truly is. As Eliza walks out of the cubicle, a flash of emotion appears on the red-heads face. An emotion foreign to me. She begins to walk out of the bathroom, but I grab hold of her arm. I don't know what it is about this girl, but she intrigues me. I notice from the corner of my eye, Eliza's confusion. But to be honest, I am confused. What am I doing. All of us stand there confused and without movement until the red-head leans over to me; my hand still on her wrist, "come see me sometime" she purrs. I let go of her wrist as exits the room. My attention is now hers.
