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She stood at the bar, both hands wrapped around her vodka soda. She wasn’t waiting for anyone, just wanted a change of scene, a place where there were no familiar sounds or smells. She stared at her glass watching the bubbles drift through her drink.
He stepped up behind her, one large hand press to the bar next to her hand. She felt him directly behind her. Not touching but so close she could feel the warmth from him. He ordered some local IPA she didn’t bother trying to remember, she was so focused on his presence. She traced his fingers with her eyes; tan, long fingers. His left hand pressed on the bar on the other side of her, boxing her in. She shivered.
Slight tremble in her hand she brought her drink to her mouth and took a long swallow. The cold liquid coating her suddenly very, very dry throat. He brought his face close to hers, his warm breath caressing her ear.
“Let’s have a private conversation. I think we’ll have a lot to say to each other.”
She didn’t even know what he looked like. She only knew that she liked his hands and the peppermint on his breath and the way his deep voice made goosebumps scatter on her skin. She nodded and slipped off the stool she sat in.
He stayed behind her, his hand on the small of her back pressing her towards the function rooms on the other side of the bar. He guided her into a decorated room and closed the door behind them.
He turned her and pressed her against the wall. She had the briefest impression of broad shoulders and brown eyes and then his mouth was kurtköy rus escort on hers. His lips firm against hers, tongue lightly coaxing, urging her mouth open. She gasped at the wave of desire and his tongue slipped into her mouth. She moaned around his tongue, her own moving against his, urging him for more contact.
His hands moved over her body. Fingers gliding down her body, slipping under the straps of her dress, pulling them off her shoulders. When she went to reach for him, he pushed her hand off, pinning her to the wall with his body. Nipping her lips with his teeth before devouring her mouth again. Trembling as the dress was dragged down her body, slipping over her hips and pooling on the ground.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, pinching and stroking the nipples with his fingers. She could hardly catch her breath, dizzy with lust, moaning into his mouth. His fingers never stopped moving on her skin; Stroking her curves, gripping her waist. Kissing along her jaw his mouth started working his way down her body; Tongue and lips on her neck; Teeth grazing her collar; she felt the light rasp of his stubble as his jaw slipped between her breasts. He took his time mouthing her breasts, sucking and kissing her hard nipples. Again she tried reaching for him and again he pinned her hands back. Teeth pinching her nipples a little harder. She whined as the pleasure washed over her.
He kneeled, kissing the soft skin on her belly. She looked down and her eyes met his, deep brown and wild with kurtköy otele gelen escort desire. His hands cupped her ass, one arm lifting her left leg over his shoulder. He kissed his way up the inside of her thigh stopping just as his lips were about to reach her pussy.
She kept watching him, holding her breath, waiting. Mind overcome with need, she whispered please in a rough gasp. He smiled, and pulled her towards his mouth. As his tongue traced the lips of her pussy, her head tilted back moaning. He licked her in long strokes, tasting her desire. His tongue dipped inside, stroking, coaxing. Moving up to her clit, he sucked and nipped, his fingers slipping into her. She clenched around his fingers. Writhing, begging, so close.
As she began to pulse, he pulled his fingers from her, his tongue stroking her clit one more time. Orgasm denied, she groaned, eyes clenched tight, hands balled into fists by her side, desperate.
He surged up her body, fingers closing around a nipple as his chest pressed her harder against the wall. His lips still coated in her, pressed against hers and she opened her mouth to him. Tasting herself on his lips and tongue, she whimpered.
She felt the coarse fabric of his denims rub her inner thigh as her left leg wrapped around his hip. His fingers bruising her as he gripped her ass. His other hand releasing her breast for a moment to take his cock out. He dragged the head through her pussy lips, rubbing her clit and she arched her back, trying to get him lower. Angling to get him to enter her and fill her. Her head banged back against the wall and her eyes rolled back as he sat the tip of his cock just at her entrance and waited. When her eyes finally opened to stare into his, he rocked his hips forward and slid into her.
She moaned, feeling him stretch her, fill her, finally in her. Gasping and rocking her hips forward, wanting more, wanting all of him inside her. This time when her arms reached for him, he let her. Her fingers gripping the back of his shirt as he surged deeper and deeper inside her. Fingers kneading and bruising her as he gripped and pulled her ass towards him. The buttons on his shirt leaving red indents between a her breasts as he slammed her against the wall. She felt her long awaited orgasm building even higher. Her body tensing, pussy tightening,, eyes rolled into the back of her head.
She gasped, “please,” and he fucked her harder. His mouth at her ear, hot wet breath growling, “cum for me.”
Her body tightened further, clenching around him as her orgasm slammed into her. She screamed as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Her clit throbbing, nipples hardening, pussy pulsing around his throbbing cock. His thrusts increasing in speed as his teeth dug into shoulder. He growled as he came inside her.
They both panted, his body leaning against hers the only thing keeping her from sliding to the floor in a daze. As they caught their breath he lower her leg to the ground and bent to retrieve her dress. He gently helped her step into it, her eyes still closed and body twitching with the aftershocks of bliss. His lips against her ear again, “I’m here every Thursday. Maybe we can talk again.”
She heard the door open and close again and she smiled. Thursdays could be interesting.
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