The Bar, Part 2

Looking into his eyes she couldn't resist grabbing her purse and heading towards the door. Her legs barely moving her through the crowd, sensing her inability to walk he placed his hand on her lower back to guide her. The cool air was a welcome feeling as the door swung open. The noise of the bar quieting as they rounded the corner. She leaned back against the wall as he moved in front of her stepping in between her legs.

Dropping her purse to the ground she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck pulling him into her, kissing him deeply as she inhaled his scent. Slowly she began to grind her pelvis against his leg feeling his muscles through his jeans. Wanting to feel his hands all over her body she arched her back off the wall.

Her soft lips tasted sweet, contrasting with the saltiness of her skin as he kissed her neck. He could feel her pulse quicken as he cupped his hand below her ear and around to the base of her head, pulling her quickly, but gently, closer. Her hair had the intoxicating smell of incense, her perfume mingling with the hazy smoke of the bar.

With his other hand he began to trace the outline of her arm, from the shoulder down to her painted fingers. She grasped his hand and placed it oh her breast as their tongues took turns exploring the others mouth. His desire growing, he now was aware of his own increased heartbeat. He squeezed her breast, detecting with his thumb the outline of her nipple which grew harder under his touch. This elicited a breathy sigh from her, almost as if it was permission to explore the rest of her.

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Bar, Part 1

The small bar was packed on a Friday night because of the live music. As the band played on the stage she made her way to the bar, ordered a drink and found herself a table near the wall. Standing next to the table she started dancing in time to the music. Her hands on the table as her hips swaying with the drummers beat. The tempo was steady.

When the band took their break she glanced around the room. She locked onto his stare from the end of the bar. His gazed started at her eyes and traveled down. Her cheeks blushed brightly as his eyes came back up to meet hers with a smile. Sliding off his chair, grabbing his drink he headed over to her.

Mesmerizing. It was the only fitting way to describe her dancing. From his original position at the table across the room, he could have sworn her outfit was painted on. Her dark blue jeans and black halter top conformed precisely to every magnificent curve of her small frame. As their eyes met, her blush accentuated her deep red lips and fingernails, as well as confirming the mutual desire.

It wasn't until he began to walk over to her that he became aware of the tightness in his jeans. He needed to relieve that pressure and she was just the woman that could help. The nearer he got to her, the more beautiful she became, like a lens slowly coming into focus on the most desirable thing he had ever seen. He tried masking his anxiousness by asking a very simple question, "It's hot in here, would you care to step outside and get some air with me?"