My Weekend Away (Night 1)

Based on Real Events

Photo by Carson Masterson on Unsplash

After the amazing, spontaneous sex, we settled in and a few hours later went to dinner. I was sore and throbbing, and could feel him leaking out of me. I can’t even tell you what we ate or where. My thoughts were of being face down on the bed, still and it was hard to stay in the moment.

After dinner we walked to a bar just down the road… this I remember. He put his arm around my waist and when we stopped at the crosswalk to wait, he slid his hand down and cupped my aching ass causing me to jump. The squeeze sent lightening bolts throughout my body.

The bar was busy but not crowded. We sat in a corner, giving us some privacy. There was no conversation. At least not the verbal kind. He nuzzled my neck, gently biting. He pulled my legs across his lap, making my skirt ride up, and I could feel how hard he was becoming as his fingers lightly circled and traced invisible letters and patterns across my bare thighs.

They went higher and higher under my skirt and back down again. Never getting quite to my pussy, but close enough to make me needy.

When he finally went high enough to make contact, he growled in my ear, “No panties?”

I pulled my head back and dipped my chin so I could look at him from under my lashes. Feigning embarrassment, I nodded slightly and sucked my bottom lip into my mouth. His eyes flicked down to watch the movement.

I knew exactly what I was doing and he absolutely knew what I wanted.

“It’s not that kind of bar,” he murmured in my ear, biting my lobe.

His hand was still between my legs, slowly massaging the area at the crease of my thighs. Every so often, his knuckle or palm or fingertip would graze across my pussy lips or delicately brush across my clit.

I hissed out a breath, trembling at the tenderness of his touch.

“Maybe we can find that kind of bar around here?” I suggested.

His finger slid into me, just barely, and I closed my eyes. It didn’t move, and I was doing everything in my power to sit still and not draw any attention to us. We were already pushing it, but at least, as far as everyone would know, just making out in the back corner booth.

His words came out saccharine sweet when he said, “But I’m having so much fun right here.”