I wasn’t there to meet him, or any guy really. Just meeting a girlfriend for drinks and gossip and sex talk. It might have been the “sex talk” part that got me into trouble. Her and I sat there and chatted over drinks for at least an hour. Our little table was quite close to the bar, so I gather the guys seated there might have caught some interesting little tidbits.
I knew one or two were staring at me occasionally, but I wouldn’t acknowledge them. I did make sure that my cleavage spilling out of the neckline to my cute top was ample; I’m sure my tongue and lips idly played with the straws from my drinks.
After three drinks, I really had to pee. As typical of most semi-crappy bars, the restrooms are stuck in a dark hallway. It was here that he cornered me after I exited the restroom. His rapid advancements and innuendo-laden small talk walked the line of being highly inappropriate. Lucky for him I was interested in what I saw in front of me. I told him “maybe later” because I had to get back to my waiting friend. But a quick peace-offering kiss with an invitation attached turned in a split second to something more present and more dangerous. Dangerous because I was groping and kissing a stranger in the dark hallway of a bar in full view of a handful of bar patrons who occupied nearby tables.
In the span of about a minute, my hand was grasping his hard cock through his khaki shorts. One of his hands had dipped down the front of my shirt and under my bra. Simultaneously his fingers found my nipple and his lips found that spot on my neck. I closed my eyes against the onslaught of near-overwhelming pleasure and amid the blasphemous prayers I whispered “harder”.
I don’t know what I meant for him to do harder – pinch my nipple or bite my neck. I think he did both and I think I moaned aloud. His lips grazed my flushed skin to my breast and then were wrapped forcefully around the same nipple he had been pinching. I slowly opened my eyes as I realized what this meant. My entire breast was exposed. And two men at the closest table were unabashedly watching us. I locked eyes with one of them as I put both hands on mystery guy’s chest and eased him off of me. I watched the voyeur’s eyes drop lower to take in the unobstructed sight of my bared breast. I paused a beat before bring my bra and clothes back where they belonged. I again reiterated “maybe later” to the one I had just been groping as I did my best to walk gracefully back to the table where my girlfriend was waiting on me.
It’s hard to walk gracefully when your cunt is wet and throbbing, your nipple still stings from his teeth and the rush of lust has made you lightheaded.