We sit next to each other in a booth, in some dark bar where no one pays attention to us. We drink our beers as our knees touch beneath the table and your hand absentmindedly strokes my thigh. We talk about nothing in particular, but I can feel my heart racing. I know what I want and I'm sure you want it, too. I ask you to let me out so I can go to the bathroom, and you do.
I come back in a few minutes and slide across the bench before I slip you something underneath the table.
"These were getting in the way," I whisper in your ear.
You quickly glance down and look back up at me as if I were a mad woman before shoving the black thong in your pocket. We both go back to drinking our beers, but soon you've pulled my skirt up over my knee so you can touch my bare skin. Your hand explores a bit higher and my breath comes shorter.
"Tell me what you want," you say, close to my neck, barely brushing my skin with your lips.
"I want you to make me want you," I say. "I want you to take me outside and fuck me in the back of the car. Then I want you to take me back to your place and fuck me again, this time from behind."
"Are you crazy?" you ask. "I can't do that in the parking lot! We could get caught."
"I never said you'd like what I wanted," I say.