The bar (m+f)
M:
I see her standing there all dressed up at the bar, I’ve been sat at the table listening to my mates drone on and on about some event or other. I’m zoning out again and focusing on her. I can’t believe she’s on her own. It must be intentional, she's not anxiously checking her phone every 5 seconds. I glance around the place and see that I’m not the only who has noticed her but no one has dared approach her...yet.
I can’t stand it anymore and before I know it I’ve offered to get more drinks for our table and made my way up. I check her out in the mirror at the back of the bar behind the bottles, long black hair, simple makeup but a dark red lipstick that I instantly picture staining my cock. I have to arrange myself and as I subtly move to do so our eyes catch in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar, hers are sparkling bright and blue I feel my pulse race as neither of us turns away. I throw her my signature smirk, you know the one every guy seems to have for a pretty lady in a bar. But she brushes me off with an awkward smile and turns her attention back to her drink. Ego dented, I head back to my table with a new round.
As the night continues I drink more and more. Trying to drown out these bimbo’s we seem to have attracted, friends of whatshername I think. I have one touching my arm every time she talks to me I can’t help but shiver as it makes my skin crawl. I think she’s misread the signals but whatever, I’m too drunk to care now. My attention entirely elsewhere. I know I’m not hiding it well, openly checking this woman at the bar out. But at least I have an excuse to keep going up there, I’m spending a fortune but I can’t help it. This mystery woman has me entranced. I try to catch her eye more and more, even asking the barman about her when I venture up for another round of shots, but he smiles a knowing smile and refuses to talk. But I’ve noticed her gaze lingering a little more, and it’s giving me more confidence.
I’ve moved on to drinking soft drinks now, the rest of my table smashed and the girls are talking about dragging us to some new club that’s opened down town. I convince them to have one more round here promising to follow them to the club. This time I get to the bar and look in the mirror to find her eyes already on me, and I’m taken back by the lust I see in them. I watch as she bite her lip as she tries to discreetly check me out.
J:
I finish my drink but as I stand to leave the bar I’m shocked to feel wetness slicking my thighs. My heart is racing as I head towards his table. Conveniently he’s positioned right by the door, the loudest table in the bar, but I’ve been watching them for a while in the mirror. He doesn’t say much. Not even to the drip hanging off his arm. I’m annoyed at myself for how much it is effecting me. I don’t even know his name.
As I walk, let’s be honest, I’m strutting, hips swaying...past the table he looks up the edges of his mouth curling up in that smirk again. I know he thinks his luck is in, I hold his eye contact this time, hoping he can read all over my face my desire. But I see a look of surprise on his face as I glance at the woman whispering in his hear and walk on by. I’m not going to fight for his attention now, I know I’ve had it all night. Even when he wasn’t stood at the bar, I could feel his eyes on me, skin prickling with goosebumps, the sense of being watched. I stopped near a darkened doorway, my uber ordered. I shiver slightly in the night air.
His group bundles out of the door nosily, laughing and shrieking as they head down the high street. I notice he’s not with them, but then a message pings on my phone and my attention is drawn else where.
I haven’t noticed him come out and prowl towards me, until I hear someone clear their throat, as I look up, I can’t help hide the surprise on my face as he steps towards me. I start stepping back against the wall into more of the shadows. He follows, a dangerous glint in his eyes as I bite my lip again. My back hits the roughness of the wall and there’s no where left to go. He’s pinning my body now, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, fuck I hope they bruise. But I can feel his thumb brushing the slither of skin between my top and skirt. The contrast of tender and rough has my skin burning where he’s touching. He goes to open his mouth, to speak but I don’t give him chance, I push my lips against his. The passion and intensity is instant.
His hands have moved under my skirt without me really noticing, the haze of desire has me good, but I feel that first digit sliding my panties to the side. I hold my breath as a strong hand wraps around my neck, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. His thick finger slides through my wetness, teasing my hole and then finding my swollen clit. I moan into his mouth and then it’s on. We both know there is no time for taking this slow. I’m spun round, the hand on my throat now roughly pressing my face and chest against the brick wall. He flicks my skirt up, panties still pressed to the side and without warning I feel his finger leaving my pussy, I whimper as it does, missing the feel of him there already. But before I can make any more noise, the head of his cock is pushing roughly past my pussy lips, I’m surprised again by the gentleness of it. I hear him groan softly as he bottoms out inside me and we still for a moment enjoying the feeling. Before I know it all tenderness has gone out of the window and he is thrusting hard, deep and fast. Pulling back ever so slightly slower, making sure to drag the head of his hard cock against my soft spot. I’m shivering and squirming under his touch. His movements strong, I start to push back in time with his thrusts. We’re fucking each other dirty and fast, before his friends notice he has gone, before my Uber turns up. Frantically chasing our orgasms, he won’t come until I do. I know this now. I’m getting close, my nipples dragging along the brickwork adding to the sensations I’m feeling. He is just behind me, but I feel caged in by him, controlled by his aura. I can feel my pussy gripping his cock tighter and tighter. I wonder if he feels how close I am too. And then he’s reaching around and pinching my clit hard, sending me over the edge. His hand has moved to my mouth and I bite hard as I moan into it. Coming all over his hard cock. I feel his movements stutter.
He doesn’t risk filling my pussy. Instead I am spun back around and my shoulders pushed down hard until I take the hint, then I’m on my knees. What’s left of my dark lipstick wrapping around the head, staining his cock. I barely have his head in my mouth before he fills my mouth. I go to spit it out, let’s be honest I have no idea who this guy is. But he holds my mouth and nostrils closed until I swallow it all.
The lights of my uber arriving lights up the alleyway & I stand up, brush my skirt back down, looking at him I wipe the corners of my mouth before I kiss his cheek and leave the alley way. Just like before I feel his dark eyes on me as I climb into my cab and leave.
