When he walked into the bar he was suprised to see her.
She was at a table with a group of friends. They were laughing hysterically in that slightly alarming way women do when in out in a pack.
For a split second he was drawn in by her confidence. She was different to how he remembered her. Older, yes but radiating an energy that was just so incredibly enticing.
She looked up and clocked him. Just for a beat she locked eyes with him and shot him a grin that made his cock twinge. He knew that look. He remembered that look. She had always been the Queen of come-fuck-me smiles. He flashed a smile back then went to the bar to order while she continued her conversation seemingly oblivious to his movements.
From the corner of her eye she watched him take his beer to a booth where a group of friends were waiting for him. She wouldn't approach him now. She remembered the game. She would wait until closing time. The memory of dirty words and orgasmic sex made her body tingle with anticipation.
The thing about him was that he had- something; difficult to put into words, he radiated sex appeal.It wasn't just that he was attractive. He had swag. He had a confidence that coupled with clever hands and tongue made being near him electric.
Somehow he made her want to be a better version of herself. Not for him but if he could have swag, then she could too. It was like a ripple effect.
She couldn't let it distract her from her friends though. They were her focus and fun for the night. He could wait. She would have to aswell.
He was standing on the pavement smoking and waiting for a cab when he heard heels behind him. Moments later a pair of feet adorned in strappy heels, with perfectly painted toenails appeared next to his. His eyes followed them up a pair of black jean clad legs, silk strappy top clinging to the curves of Her- The Queen of Come Fuck Me Smiles.
Blood rushed to his groin again.
"Share a cab?" He offered. She nodded.
The cool evening made her nipples
strain a little against her top. She liked it. His cool demeanor made her pussy ache with longing.
The cab pulled up, he gave the driver an address and slid to the opposite side of the car. She got in and caught his eye. Neither of them spoke.
"Same for you darling?" The cabbie enquired.
He cocked his head, an enquiry she nodded again.
"Yeh the same." he responded to the driver.
They split the cab and walked up to his door. She followed him silently except for the clicking of her heels on the path.
He opened the door and stepped back to allow her in.
