I love my job, but on this night after a stressful week, I find myself feeling burnt out. Being single definitely has its perks, but sometimes it's nice having a warm body at home. Tonight nothing seems to be working to make me feel better.
Finally I decide I'm too restless at home, so I decide to visit a new bar that is on the next block. Perhaps I'll meet someone or at least enjoy a couple of drinks and relax. That sounds much better than staying here.
Upon arrival I notice there is a window framing a lively scene. I notice you sitting alone at the bar and a smile spreads across my lips. You catch my eye and nod to the seat beside you. Right away I am intrigued and push the door to find you. I make my way to where you are sitting.
Ordering my drink, I lean against the stool as I face you. I glance longingly at you and catch my breath. Your sexual radiance so beautiful to me. You stretch your arm gracefully and touch my leg with your hand. I feel your heat, my legs part so you can get closer, and, you move into my space. Your skirt tight silhouetting your legs. I tighten my thighs around them and breathe in your scent. My drink now forgotten, all I want is you. My fingers trace around the edge of your sleeve but really want to trace your nipples. I see them standing hard against the soft material of your blouse. Fuck, I don't want to trace them, I want to bite them. You lean in and I feel your tongue part my lips. I take you in. Long and slow; I don't care who is watching. They'd trade places with me if they knew how good you make me feel. It's time. I slide off the stool and toss money on the bar. Grabbing your hand tight I guide you home.