Didn't edit or reread this, I hope it's good. I wrote it while wet as fuck at work. Enjoy!
When I turned on my barstool to face the brown haired and simply dressed man next to me, it had not been my first time flirting with a stranger at a bar. It wasn't even my first time subtley stroking his thigh after he does mine. But it was my first time doing it without a girlfriend keeping watch from a distant, and it was the first running my hand all the way up to the bulge in his pants and drawing firm circles with my thumb. It was also my first time I let a man get me drunk.
I had come hoping to make a few new friends, there were usually lots of women at this bar. But it was first time coming alone, it was a Monday night at 8:30pm, not a time my girlfriends particularly felt like drinking. A convenient time and place for me since I worked downtown, and not on Tuesdays, so I could stay up late. A strategic move on my part as well because for whatever reason, my friends seldom felt like bringing strangers into our conversation unless they were paying for drinks.
Alas, the bar was almost empty except for a few couples in booths. Unfortunate, but unsuprising. I decided to sit down for a cider anyway. There was a single fellow sitting at the counter, I sat a few stools down from him, and we made eye contact briefly before I looked away. I felt his eyes remain on me.
I got my cider and he sidled over to me before I even had time to take a sip. He looked like he was in his 30s, broadshouldered and certainly taller than me, but almost everyone was.
"Hello, pretty girl. The name's Jason."
"Hello Jason. Em."
"What brings you alone to a dive bar like this on Monday? You're a rare and refreshing sight."
"Thank you. Just trying to meet people after work, you know." I felt kind of nervous, I have interactions like this with men every weekend, but my friends keep watch and there's a dancefloor to excuse myself to. But even when I'm nervous, I find myself smiling and turning towards him. I almost always do.
"I'm surprised someone this beautiful doesn't know enough people."
"I do know plenty of people, but I'm barely 20 and clubbing is the norm. I just want to mix it up. You're very sweet by the way, I like it. Feed my ego, please," I laughed.
"Oh please, I can't imagine someone like you being insecure."
"Of course I'm insecure, I'm a woman," I punctuate with a giggle. I lean towards and speak quietly, conspiratorily, when I say, "my ego could always get bigger."
"You like big things?"
"Maybe. I'll be honest with you, I'm not really interested in men. I'm sorry..."
I knew I was interested in men, at least a bit. I was enthusiastic about flirting with them, and especially interested in cock. Men themselves were not attractive, but I liked the appearance, and idea, of cock. I just wasn't sure how I felt about men, and could not bring myself to go home with one, being certain that I'd chicken out and give him blue balls at best, maybe even assaulted at worse.
"Well, that's okay. Let me buy you drinks anyway, just so I have an excuse to look at you. I'm enjoying sipping whiskey, but you seem like a girl who likes shots."
"How did you know? People are usually surprised by that. They think I'm too innocent," I laughed.
He chuckled and said, "but look at that crop top and uncovered chest. Nothing innocent about that."
"Well, there's no cleavage."
"There was when you leaned forward. Made my dick stir, I love your body. Bartender, three shots. What do you like?"
"Fireball," I replied.
He placed all three shots next to me, and when I told him I didn't need three shots from him, he suggested that he was surprised I couldn't handle it. I took it as a challenge, and gulped down all three.
"I like you," he said. "You can really take it."
My clit was tingling a bit. I was a little wet.
"You got me, I have a weakness for shots. I like impressing people with what I can do."
"I am impressed. Very." He had been staring at my body for a while, and lightly ran his hand up my inner thigh. My hips instinctively bucked upwards to his touch, I'm easily aroused with some alcohol in my system.
After three more shots, I was feeling messy, slurring my words a little and resting my head on my hand, twirling my hair with my other hand. He took it and placed it on his bulge. I gladly held it, placing pressure on it.
"Come with me, Em. Let's go to the bathroom, it locks behind us."
"No, I shouldn't. I'm sorry. I don't do stuff like that."
"You don't do that stuff yet, you mean." He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I know you want my cock."
"I don't- I don't know..." I slurred and started to pull away from him.
