I was at my favorite bar in Anchorage that particular night. I wasn't there looking for anything, just there to drink, dance and listen to my favorite house band play. I always dress up when I go to the bar, and that night was no exception. I was looking cute with my skirt and snug top. Sitting off to the side of the main stage, I was sipping on my drink when I first spotted him. He was muscled, with great arms, and an intense gaze that showed over the din in the bar, from across the whole place. Taunt muscles rippled across his shoulders, down his back, and chiseled their way down to his pants. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up at the sight of him.
I sat back, watching him from across the room, when he all of sudden looked directly at me. If I hadn't known better, I would have said that he was right up in my face, when he was really over 10 yards away from me. He walked past the area I was in, and disappeared from my sight for a little while. About 10 minutes later, he came back, and walked right up to me, took my drink out of my hand and set it on the table. Taking my now-empty hand, he pulled me to my feet and led me out onto the dance floor. People watching was officially over.
We started dancing, slow at first, just slightly swaying there together, his powerful arms wrapped firmly around my waist. Gradually we started grinding against each other, keeping our own pace, despite what rhythm the music had. His eyes rarely left mine, always with the same intense, almost animalistic gaze. I don't know how long we danced, but the message in his gaze was clear -- he wanted me. Not just to dance, much deeper, much more carnal, like a deep-seeded hunger. He wanted to possess me, plain and simple. And I was more than willing to let him.
Time passed, and we danced to our own music, and then, just as quickly as we'd gotten to the dance floor, we were off it. We returned to where my drink had been, and he sat down and settled me onto his lap. He looked rather relaxed, one hand on the table, keeping time with the music, and the other slipped up under my skirt. Drinks arrived, and he slipped a finger past my thong, and up into my pussy. I was already wet just from the dancing, the way he touched me, and how intense he was. The effects of the alcohol and the effects of his fingers in my pussy were intoxicating. I felt warmed from the inside, relaxed, and ready to let this guy do whatever he wanted to me. He kept sliding his finger in and out of me, making me wetter with every caress. My fire, in short, was lit. After bringing me to the brink of orgasm twice, my wet pussy soaking his jeans, suddenly he took my hand and led me towards the door of the bar.
