It’s the third time she’s stepped into the bar this week. It’s impossible not to notice her; her long brown hair with wavy curls cascading over her face; her eyes radiating with joy; her smile, the kind that could kill you from a mile away; and those legs… do you need to ask? You stop and remind yourself that she’s probably straight. “But she hasn’t actually met you yet…” whispers a small voice in your head. Wait no, stop. What are you doing, self? Focus.
“Can I get the key to the bathroom please?” she says, breaking you out of your reverie. “Uh. Yeah. Sure. Here,” you stutter as you try to look at anything else but her, nervous to make eye contact and feel those brown eyes bore through you.
“Great, thanks.” She gets up and you feel a light brush against your hand as she walks past you. You smell a hint of jasmine and it sends your mind reeling from her scent. You must have imagined that touch, right? God, how long has it been since you’ve gotten laid, since a woman ravished your body and made you feel undone? You take a small breath and turn back to look at her but she’s already made her way to the bathroom. All right, you’re definitely imagining this. Calm yourself down and stop acting like a horndog.
You walk back behind the bar and you notice her saunter back to her table. Wait, is she purposely walking in slow motion, making sure to accentuate every movement while she walks? What is happening right now? You see that she’s finished her beer and walk over, confident in your determination to not sound like an idiot.
“Another?” you ask.
“Surprise me,” she answers, daring you to look at her. And you do; your breath hitches as you see her smiling, intrigued if you’ll accept her challenge. You hear something clink and realize that you’ve dropped a glass on the floor. You’re already blushing and apologizing before she says, “Wait, I’ll grab that.” She leans over in front of you and bends down to grab the glass, offering you a full view of her ass as you try (and fail) so hard not to look. And then she stops and she looks up at you with want. Nay, need.
She stands up and takes your hand; leading you to the back. Hell no, we are not having dirty bathroom sex, you think, as you find yourself taking the lead and making your way to the small office in the back. As soon as you hear the door shut behind her, you pin her to the door with her hands above her head. You stop for a second to make the moment linger, to ask yourself if you really want this; if she really wants this. Your desire is pouring out of you and you wonder if you’ve ever craved someone as much as the woman who’s standing against you at this very moment. The primal need to kiss, lick, nip every inch of her body quickly taking over every coherent thought in your brain. But you hear yourself say,
“We shouldn’t.”
“You’re right, we shouldn’t,” she whispers against your ear. You can feel her teeth slightly start to graze your earlobe and your breath hitches again, her tongue peeking out as she plants a light kiss, causing you to shiver, the feeling traveling down your spine. “So why are you pressed against me? Why are you staring at my lips? And why are you looking at me like you can’t wait to devour me?” Her right leg moves in between yours and you can feel her press her thigh against your center. You’re already so wet for her and it’s only been a matter of seconds.
Words refuse to manifest themselves but you know your eyes have darkened with the need to explore her. All that can be heard is the sound of your ragged breaths mixing together; waiting for the other to make the first pounce, and that’s when…
“Excuse me? Helloooooo, you there? Here’s the glass,” she says while stifling a laugh.
“Oh, sorry about that, I must have spaced,” you reply. She lets out a belly laugh and it’s hard not to giggle along with her.
“Where did you go?” she inquires as the smile still plays on her lips.
“You don’t wanna know…” you mumble as you quickly shift your feet, looking for any excuse to get out of there. She sets some money on the table as she stands up abruptly and says, “Well, I have to go meet some friends but I’ll see you tomorrow, gotta keep my bar streak up.” She grabs her purse and heads out with a wink, those curls bouncing with every step as she struts her way out of the bar.
Holy hell. You’re fucked.
