A/N: I wrote this story for my girlfriend, but it can be for my girlfriend but it can be for anyone else who likes being dominated by a larger man. In brief, they meet in an expensive bar in london and they fuck at his place.
You are slowly sipping a shallow glass of vodka and cranberry, the pink alcoholic liquid stinging your full lips, they would have turned a little redder had you not been wearing a deeper shade of lipstick.
As your gaze drifts around the low lit bar, and the vodka pours deeply down your throat, you hear heavy footfall in the distance snapping louder on the cold wooden floor. You look out across the city of London a thick heavy covering of white snow is blanketing the ground like a white fur rug on cold concrete skin. All the lights from this bar looked deceitfully warmer in winter.
You were glad for the vodka, it was 1 am and you had just finished work. It wasn't worth the price the place charged but it and the view made the whole season seem less pervasive and less permanent.
The crack of polished shoes grew closer the long steps seemed familiar. Your attention on the glass vista begins to wane as a sizeable figure took a seat a little closer than is the social precedent for such an empty bar. You are never afraid of men, a lesson your mother drilled into you so regularly you almost pity your male legal clients who never expect to be pushed into impotence during a corporate takeover. But for some reason you were unsure whether or not to look at him directly. You see his forearm heavily resting on the counter, lift casually into the air, his finger extend and catch the barman's eye. Unusually promptly, as if trying to impress, the barman has a drink in front of the man, without him even speaking.
You look back down at your drink for fear of him noticing you even half looking. You notice your chest is heaving, the deep 'V' of your cleavage is turning you on, you almost hope he has noticed.
"Why am I behaving like this!" you think to yourself.
But there was something unusual about his presence, an air of confidence, a pervading physical dominance that other men and women in the room seemed to be aware of. You tell yourself to snap out of it and look at him just for a second, that there is no reason to be so intimidated.
Immediately you regret the decision he was very, very large. He must have been about 6 and a half foot, his torso was large the light blue linen shirt was tight around his bicep closest to you, the neck and back of his shirt were taught against his expansive shoulders. His large knuckley hands grasped the diamond cut glass with strong fingers. As you look further up, to your horror, you see him looking back at you.
You signal to the barman, as your chest flutters, to ask for the bill. Your breasts are rising and falling as your breaths get deeper. You look back down to your purse on the bar and back to your drink. The mans glass taps the surface of the bar and slides gently around the curve of it, the smooth sound is broken again by the same purposeful strides.
He sits down next to you.
You outstretch your slender porcelain arm to pick up your purse, as the Barman gets gradually nearer. When a masculine hand falls gently down onto your purse, his course skin touching yours. The feeling of his hand on yours is suddenly hyper sensitive, you look up as if your were given permission to his face, his strong jaw deepset grey eyes look over to the barman, who then gets back to cleaning the glasses.
"Don't worry about it, I can't have someone so pretty pay in my bar" He says to you. Even his voice was turning you on, like a low rumble, it seemed to speak straight to your pussy.
You ask him, "You own this bar? It must be doing better than I thought, with a suit like the one you're wearing, Dunhill?" You try not to sound impressed.
He laughs with a confident smile, "no, no... My company designed it, or should I say I designed it. What do you think?"
It's your favorite bar in the city. "I like the view" you say, smiling into your drink as you take a sip.
"I could say the same" he says looking at you.
