It's been already two weeks since I met... and kissed... the sexiest man I've ever met during my entire life. It's not like I have met many anyway. At 22 years-old, my experience with men, although not null, is definitely limited. Besides, I've been dating the same boyfriend for the past year. Noah is fun to hang out with, the typical hunk that girls my age are crazy about... or at least that's what my girlfriends keep telling me. They never miss an opportunity to remind me of my luck. Plus, when we have sex, it feels good. He is caring and nice...
But when the mysterious man with golden eyes came to the Imperial Bar that night, my heart made a leap in my chest, which was a completely new feeling to me. I didn't even feel bad flirting with him, despite not being single... despite him clearly being much older...
I was convinced he was just passing time, but then we bumped at each other in that hallway, and my lips stayed bruised for at least three days from the brutality of his kiss. He even took my purple panties with him, without any explanation.
Another quiet Monday night at the bar, there have been barely any clients tonight. It would be hard to make enough to pay for my school fees with nights like these... Sighing in despair, I lift the rack of glasses to bring it to the back when I could hear the familiar ring indicating that someone is opening the heavy doors. I pick a glance towards it, and I almost dropped everything. My breathing feels like it stopped, my heart is pounding so loud, my ears are ringing, and I'm literally shaking from the excitement. It's him!
He looks around briefly, with the same eternal boredom in his eyes, before finally locking them on me. I instinctively smile... like a damn idiot... Now he really knows I've been waiting for him.
So, I pretend to walk away with my rack to calm the hell down and drag my feet on my way back, as long as I can.
"Halo Schatzi!" [Honey -- in German]
The familiar endearing name gives me butterflies. So much for trying to calm down...
"Hi!" I smile at him. " Roku, chilled, with 2 slices of cucumber?" I ask way too loudly.
He huffs and smirks... making him look even sexier, if that could be even possible... "Actually, not tonight. I only came to see you!"
"Me?"
"Ja!" [Yes] He simply responds, his golden eyes staring at me intensely.
"It's been two weeks... I thought you'd never come back."
"I'm sorry, I was uh... busy. With work."
"Uh mhmm..." I respond, remembering what I saw in his wallet, telling me exactly what kind of work he does. I shake my head to forget about it. "And you stole my panties!" I blurted out without thinking.
The amusement in his eyes made me regret it right away, so I lower my eyes from embarrassment, biting my bottom lip in the process.
"I'm sorry Schatzi. Are you almost done for tonight? I want you to come with me."
"I'll be done in half an hour... but... but what about curfew?"
"You will be with me; you will be fine." He reassures me in a smile.
*
I look at myself in the mirror in the cramped changing room. I'm wearing a light blue skirt overall, short enough that it shows my tattoo on my left thigh. I have a dark red tight crop top inside. High knee black boots and my black hair tied on the side. I cannot decide if I look good or not. Is this a date? Something tells me a man like him doesn't do dates... I grab my backpack and walk towards the door. Finally outside, I see him leaning back against a black SUV, a cigarette in mouth.
"That was quick!" He says, straightening himself. I only then realize how tall he is. Or I'm the short one...
"I didn't want to make you wait for too long"
"I appreciate that" He says in a big smile. Damn! Why does he have to be so hot.
"So... where are we going?"
He simply nods towards the passenger door for me to hop in, closes the door and walks around from the front. The drive went by in silence, we are definitely going further away from downtown. We arrive in front of a beautiful semi-detached townhouse; he drives into his garage and closes down the door behind us. Turning of his car off, he finally breaks the silence.
"You don't need to be so nervous."
"I'm not..." I say too quickly.
He raises a doubtful eyebrow: "Ah! Because you follow complete strangers past curfew so often, am I right?"
I giggle involuntarily when he suddenly grabs me by the throat and captures my lips for a kiss. I hold on to dear life on his jacket suit while our kiss gets more passionate and his hold on my throat more possessive. His other hand slides down on my knees, then up my thighs, before pushing them open, which I oblige without a second thought. My little pussy is already twitching in anticipation. He uses his index and middle fingers to press and form little circles on my clit, making me moan into his kiss. He keeps doing so for a bit before abruptly stopping. He looks at me. "You are so pretty!"
I smile at him. "You already said that last time."
Then, something changed in his eyes, I couldn't make up what it was.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
Now that came out of nowhere... This man has his hand around my throat, his fingers against my wet pussy, and he asks whether I'm single? Now? I'm seriously a little shocked. "Yes! I do."
He smirks again: "Not anymore..."
