After her second cosmopolitan, Harper glances around the bar. She is surrounded by couples and tight clusters of laughing friends. Nearest she can tell, she's the only one who is drinking alone.
She wishes the bartender wasn't so busy; otherwise, she'd strike up a conversation. He's young with a short-cropped, almost military-style hair cut and lips she thinks she'd like to get to know. Her mind wonders for a moment as she absently twists her wedding band in her lap. When she realizes what she's doing, Harper stops and lets out a low, frustrated sigh.
"Are you alright?"
It's the bartender, and he's smiling at her, but she can see the concern in his eyes. Suddenly, Harper doesn't know what to say, and she offers him a "Yeah, just..." But the rest doesn't come. For a moment, there is a traffic jam of words inside of her.
"Could I have another Cosmo?" She finally manages. The bartender studies her for a moment before finally nodding. A moment later, he is sliding Harper another drink, only now he's looking at her with a mixture of concern and pity thinly masked by a smile. She needs to say something to rid that look from his face.
"I didn't expect it to be so crowded." This is a lie. However, the bartender buys it. He looks around the bar like an explorer surveying a new land.
"Yeah," he starts and absently scratches his nose. "It's good, though. It keeps me busy."
"I guess," Harper answers. "It's just sorta' weird to me. I mean, where are all the singles at?" and from that though, another one crops up. "Do singles still go to the bar?"
"Singles?" that look of pity falls from his face, and instead, the bartender looks surprised. He leans on the counter on his elbows and offers her a smile that's a little more than professional. Harper thinks he's good looking, in that rough around the edges sort of way.
"Are you on the prowl tonight?"
Now Harper's nervous smile burst into a nervous laugh, and she sees that he's all brown eyes and cheekbones. Under the counter, she begins to twist off her wedding band.
"A-And?" She starts, but the words are still stubborn in her mouth. "What if I am?" They finally pull free of her as she drops her wedding band into her purse.
The bartender chuckles. "Well, what exactly are you looking for? Maybe I can point you in the right direction."
What Harper is looking for is a warm body and a hard cock, and she likes what she sees. She's disappointed that he hasn't caught on yet. She answers, "Tall and handsome, and if they were wearing glasses, I wouldn't mind." He catches her description, then adjusts his glasses on his face, and stands up straight. He's at least a foot taller than Harper.
Before they can continue, someone on the other side of the bar hails him, and he tells her he'll be right back. Harper takes a moment to finish her drink in two massive gulps. Her stomach feels warm, and the alcohol softens the corners of her mind as she begins to wonder.
Harper wonders if she can trace his hairline on the back of his neck. She thinks, "He can probably fuck like candles burn." She wonders how it would feel to have his hands all over her. She wonders what face he'll make when he cums.
When he returns, she realizes she hasn't introduced herself. "I'm sorry," She says and holds out her hand. "I'm Harper."
"I'm Eric," He says and they shake, only he holds it for a moment that is a little longer than polite. He finally lets it go to wave to a crowd as they leave. He wishes them well, tells them to get home safe, then turns back to Harper.
"Next to the bathrooms, there's a door for employees only. It's the office. Why don't you head back? I'll be with you in a little bit."
Harper feels herself blushing. Something about his forwardness is both arousing and embarrassing. Below her pleated skirt, she rubs her thighs together, as if that will ward off the broken faucet between her legs.
She stands, shoulders her purse, and eyes him once over. "Don't keep me waiting long." Harper doesn't wait for a response. Instead, she makes her way towards the back and realizes that half the bar has emptied out.
When she reaches the door labeled 'employees only,' she takes a cautionary glance around, but no one seems to notice her. She turns the knob, pushes in, and is greeted by a small, but well-kept office. It's not quite broom-closet size, but if there were four people in here, they'd all be rubbing elbows.
She focuses on the desk facing, and the chair half pulled out. Harper imagines Eric sitting with his back to her. She runs a hand along the rest of the chair, and in the fantasy, he looks up from whatever he's doing, surprised to see her. Eric turns mouth poised to say something, but she leans down and kisses him, ceasing the words between their tongues.
Her fantasy lurches forward, and Harper is sitting on his desk, legs splayed open. Eric is still in his chair, except he's leaning down with his cheeks brushing the inside of her thighs. He eats her pussy well, taking his time to both bathe her in affection, and attention, which is more than her husband has done in the past two years.
She wants the mindless fucking of two strangers, but Harper also wants to be praised and to feel wanted. She wonders if this little fling will check those two boxes.
The door shut, and the sound pulls Harper from the question. She turns and is surprised at how close Eric is. They stand nearly chest to chest, and distantly, Harper wonders if this really was a broom closet before.
"Your boss gonna' be upset that we're in their office?" She's trying to sound funny, but Harper can feel nervous energy clinging to her like static.
