He had a girlfriend. She never did this kind of thing. She was a girl who liked to think she knew what might happen in her future. All of a sudden, though, insecurity looked so good.
Why couldn't she have just one night? She needed just a minute to stop thinking about tomorrow. She wanted to live for what felt right to her today.
Today nothing felt more right than him. Nothing felt better to her, just at this second, than his supple bicep under her hand. Nothing looked more enticing than that boyish grin, masking those dirty thoughts. She felt her body begin to give in to him, though her mind still hadn't quite made the journey.
She leaned toward him, listening more intently to what he was saying. Giving him reason to lower that sexy deep voice to just above a whisper. God, that voice ripped right down into her. It melted every last sane thought and sent them all as liquid warmth right between her thighs. She was falling apart. She was falling into him. Her head said, 'No, think about the girl! What if that were you? It's not like this is real love. You just want to screw him.'
But her body had already stopped listening. He put his hand on her lower back and she embarrassed herself by actually mewing out loud. It was soft sound, barely there at all, but oh, he heard it. She saw from the wicked gleam in those light blue eyes that he knew just what he was doing to her.
She couldn't think at all anymore. At least, not actively. Any thought she had seemed like an old tape recorder... The answering machine for her brain replaying sensible messages of the past. It was too bad she was beyond listening to them.
She leaned her entire side against him, now. Ostensibly to lean over the bar and order another drink. Quick, she thought, think of something that sounds sexy when you order... "Um, a Buttery Nipple, please?" She asked, not looking at him at all. The bartender grinned a little as he poured. Damn, was that smooth, did that sound cool?
"Shit, where's the butter?" He asked, looking around as if to find it. She laughed. Yes! That helped so much to make her feel lighter. She loved a man who could joke through sexual tension. Plus, she got a nice visual of him greasing her up... maybe not with butter, though, maybe with some of that new flavored massage oil...
Hmm... Now she was getting ahead of herself. Should she try to abide by that ultimate feminine rule tonight? No sex on the first date. Right? Well, that's what everyone said. Of course, this wasn't a date. There wasn't likely to be a first date since he had a lady. They always say to leave some mystery, leave him wanting more. What do they know anyway? People who write articles, books, plays, and movies didn't know everything.
It wasn't like none of them had ever had a one night stand. Besides, he just slipped his hand lower, nearly on her ass now. Should she move it back up? Be the good girl? Or play the devil's mistress?
She'd waited too long now, he'd moved on to caressing her, from her shoulder blade to her lower hip, very nearly her ass. Not too blatant, she supposed, but still, very tantalizing. She put her hand on his big shoulder and whispered to him, "I've got to go to the bathroom."
She saw from the look in his eye that he wondered if she was hinting for him to follow her in there. Well, she'd let that idea simmer and see what he did about it.
She finished quickly in the bathroom, anxious to get back to him. She fixed her hair a bit, pressed her lips together and wished she had some lipstick with her. No room for much on this dress. As it stood, she already had cash and ID plus a single car key tucked into her bra. Not the best way to carry things but she hated having a purse at the bar.
She hoped he had protection.
As she leaned in toward the mirror, drying her hands, the door behind her opened. Her heart leapt a bit as she noticed it was him. God, he looked fantastic. How did men look so damned yummy in nothing more complicated than a tight black t-shirt and khakis? He locked the door behind him and walked over to her.
She looked around, taking in the naughtiness of doing something like this in a public bathroom. At least it was clean. He walked over and grabbed her, a little demanding but not exactly rough. His mouth descended on hers with all the urgency they'd built in each other through the night.
She sighed into his mouth, relieved that the tension was finally breaking. She opened her eyes to see him watch himself kiss her in the big mirror. He had a hand on her ass and he lifted her onto the counter. She splayed her legs for him and reveled in having him pressed against her. Finally!
The bathroom was bright and garish, but she couldn't bring herself to care. There was something about him that simply caught her up, made her want to do things she'd never thought of before, and damn the consequences.
She writhed against him in the agony of so much passion. Her body felt like a fire had been built inside of it, but she knew stopping would be so much worse.
He had moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and licking and sucking her skin. He kissed all the way up to the spot just beneath her ear where she'd always been most sensitive. She felt herself jerk involuntarily against his hardness. Her body responded in an instant orgasm she hadn't at all been expecting. Normally a sensitive woman, this was beyond the bounds of even her normal reactivity.
She clutched his strong, muscular arms as she rode the waves of her orgasm, peaking over and over again just from his touch at that one spot. He continued his exploration of her neck, using small bites that excited and soothing them with kisses.
Her body didn't feel languid after the orgasm passed, as it usually would. He'd already built her back up into a frenzy of heat and urgency.
