I loved meeting at a bar. It was intimate and personal – yet also public and strangely erotic. I got there a little early and sat at the end of the bar. I was anxious – it had been awhile since we’d last seen each other.

I was dressed to impress. Impress you, that is. Black fishnets – crotchless of course. Black shelf bra – leaving my nipples straining out the top. High, black boots. A black dress with a long zipper.

I ordered a white wine and patiently waited. Luckily I didn’t have to wait long. I started to take a sip of wine when I felt an arm grab me around my waist from behind, and soft lips and tongue caress my long neck.

You came around in front of me and without a word, took my head in your hands and kissed me. You thoroughly and sensually kissed me. It was amazing. You caressed my mouth with your soft lips – and explored my teeth with your tongue.

Leaving me breathless, you sat next to me, turned my barstool towards you, put both legs on the outside of mine and gazed at me. Finally, you said hello.

We started out with small talk but the electricity was so thick our minds would not stay focused. You ordered a glass of white wine for yourself and, taking a sip, kissed me and forced the tart tasting liquid into my mouth. God.

You then took your hand off my thigh and reached up under my dress. I scooted forward so you could have better access. You smiled when you found out I had no panties on. It was, of course, expected.

You took your other hand and pulled down the zipper of my dress – far enough down so my hard, dark nipples peeked over the top. You grabbed an ice cube from your water glass and touched the tip of my hard nipples – scorching me and making me jump.

Your other hand continued the quest upward. You found my hard and swollen button. You found my juices flowing – making the bar stool wet and sticky.

Staring me in the eyes, never taking your eyes off of me, you started very slow and circular motions on my clit. You angled your body such that it blocked most of mine – making it hard for the average person to see what you were doing to my body.

You did not pick up the pace. You did not rub any harder. You just patiently and seductively kept swirling your finger softly on my clit. I moaned. It felt amazing. Your other hand, which had been slyly tweaking my very hard nipple, slowly started downward. All at once I felt two fingers inside my sopping wet pussy. I jumped. You didn’t stop. You slowly fucked me with your fingers, never once letting up on my clit.

It built up and built up so much that I could not take it. I leaned forward and grabbed your neck – biting into it so I would not scream. You kept up your slow and steady pace – building up my orgasm. I could not take it. It was right there – I was going to cum and nothing was going to stop me. I crashed over the edge, shaking and moaning and whimpering. It would not stop – you did not stop. You kept up your rhythm, stroking and rubbing. My orgasm was so intense – and you whispered in my ear to look at you.

“Look me in the eyes”, you commanded.

I did. My orgasm came to its’ peak, and I squirted all over the bar stool and the floor of the bar.

I fell limply into your arms, and you stroked my short hair, peppering my head with kisses.

I could not speak. I lifted my face and you kissed my nose. My checks. My chin. And once again, my mouth. You lifted up your soaked fingers and had me suck them, one by one.

I shakily rose – needing to find the restroom. You jumped up and grabbed my arm, steadying me.

“You ok?” He asked.

“I’m beyond ok. I think wonderful may cover it”.

“Hurry back. And you may want to wave to your fans over there – standing in the doorway”.

I glanced behind me – noticing the bartender and another employee smiling and nodding – huge grins splitting their faces.

I waved slightly to them and mouthed “hope you enjoyed it as much as I did” as I slowly walked to the restroom.

Amazingly, the night had just begun.