My job is not the least stressful thing in the world. I've spent five years playing the bad guy and doing others' dirty work. I cannot even begin to think about how many times I've thought about quitting. So when my best friend, Angela, called me and invited me to go out for drinks with her at my local bar, I could not say no.
We arrive there around 9:00, a bit early, but if we want a good table, we need to beat the bigger rush that will start coming in shortly. We sit down and shortly after, a server comes over and takes our drink orders. Angela orders a vodka and cranberry, and I order a rum and Coke. The waiter returns shortly with our drinks. I sip mine slowly, letting the alcohol start to wash my stress away.
The music is thumping loudly, the base reverberating in my bones. It feels so good being out and social for the first time in a couple of weeks. Angela asks me if I want to go dance, and I decline. I just want a little bit of time to decompress and to check things out.
I look around the club, trying to see if anyone else I know is there. Every once in a while, we run into someone we know, but it doesn't look like that is going to happen tonight. As I look around the club, my gaze passes a man in the corner, bobbing his head to the beat. He is incredibly attractive. He is slender and muscular. He has dark hair and glasses. He is just my type.
I continue to stare at him. He meets my glance, gives me a thin smile, and returns his attention to the DJ and the people dancing. I blush, having been caught staring at him, and turn my attention back to Angela.
We start talking about the crowd and the music, when the guy from across the bar approaches the table. He is even more attractive up close than he was from across the room.
"Hi. My name is Jay." He gives me a broad smile, and I blush.
"My name is Angela and this is my friend Nicole." Thank goodness for Angela. I would have just sat there, staring at him like an idiot.
"Buy you ladies a drink?" he shouts over the music.
I smile at him and respond, "Sure. Rum and Coke and a vodka and cranberry."
He smiles back and heads off to the bar. Angela looks at me and laughs. I had been watching him walk to the bar.
"What?!" I ask defensively.
"Oh, nothing," she responds with a big grin.
He returns shortly after with our drinks. He sits down next to me, closely, and the three of us banter back and forth for a bit. He is shamelessly flirting with me, and unable to help myself, I flirt back.
As he gets bolder, he places one of his hands on my thigh, leaning in closely as we continue to chat. The music got louder, so I move so that my lips are practically brushing against his ear as I speak to him. He nuzzles into me occasionally as we chat. I can feel myself getting turned on by this man very quickly.
Angela excuses herself, no longer wanting to watch us shamelessly flirt and grope one another. I can't blame her. If the situation was reversed, I'd leave too – give her some privacy. Shortly after she leaves, his hand moves to my inner thigh. I make a soft purring noise as his hand settles further up on my leg.
As we continue to talk, his fingers move back and forth along my inner leg, from knee to halfway up my thigh. I give a little shiver as his fingers move on me.
"Me feeling adventurous?" he asks slyly, his hand traveling a bit higher as he brushes between my legs.
"Perhaps."
He continues to slide his hand higher up my thigh and leans in to nibble my ear. "Perhaps as in keep going..." he asks as he slides his hand further up my thigh, to within a few inches of the part of my legs "...or perhaps as in not yet?" He gives me a broad smile.
I softly moaned as his hand moves up my leg, encouraging him to continue. He reaches up further, his hand now under my skirt. His fingertip finds the small triangle of fabric that makes up the bulk of the thong I am wearing underneath. He gently presses against the swatch as he leans in and begins kissing my neck. I softly moan as I lean my head in. I place my hand on his thigh to steady myself.
He gently brushes his fingertips over my barely covered pussy in gentle, light strokes, from the crack of my ass to the apex of my slit, pressing just a bit when he passes my clit. My moans intensify as his hand moves over me. I place my free hand on his arm, encouraging his movements.
He hooks my thong to the side and presses a finger at my very moist opening and eases it in, crooking his finger over and over, hitting my g-spot with every movement. My breathing becomes more of a pant as his finger works me.
He leans in and kisses me fully. I kiss him back hungrily. He slides the finger deep and presses his thumb against my clit. My moans get louder and I kiss him more desperately.
