Reliance

Still Part 1

Still Part 1

Some spiciness in this one y'all. non-con, read at your own risk. Again, dangerously unedited. 

Savannah POV

The bathroom was definitely farther away than I thought, but by the time I realized that, it was too late to turn back. I found myself down a few side hallways when I stumbled onto the ladies room. It was a series of doors in a hallway, instead of one room with a bunch of different stalls. Honestly, I much preferred the completely private rooms. The inside was a very decent size for a restaurant bathroom, with a full sink along with the toilet. I quickly did my business, and was washing my hands when there was a knock at my door. It made me jump, I was so not expecting it. What were the chances that someone would bypass all of the other doors and just happen to knock on mine?

"Um, occupied!" I called out. There was just no protocol for when someone would knock on your bathroom door. I still didn't know what to say half the time. Obviously what I said wasn't good enough, because the knock came again, making me jump once again.

"Someone is in here! I'll be out in a second!" I hurried to dry off my hands and get out of there before this crazy person broke my door down.

"There, I'm done-." I opened the door and was cut off when I had to crane my head back to meet the eyes belonging to the chest that was in front of me.

I looked into the eyes of the very handsome man that had smiled at me from the bar, and had to do a cartoonish swallow. He was much more handsome up close than I could have imagined. His dark brown hair was perfectly cut, gelled, and coifed atop his head. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of green, and his gorgeous jawline could have cut a bitch. Putting aside his gorgeousness, I was reminded that it had to have been him knocking on the door. 

"Can I help you with something?" I asked innocently enough. 

He smiled at me again. "No. But I can help you with something." 

He stepped closer till he was pressing up against me, and pushed me back into the bathroom before I had a chance to protest. I tried to back up to go around me, but his arms were around me and he was pulling me impossibly close. 

"What are you doi-?" I never got the chance to finish my question. His head came down to meet mine, and his lips were an inch away from my own. With him that close I could smell his cologne, his hair, the alcohol on his breath. Suddenly I was looking into his eyes as his nose brushed against mine, and what I saw there left me completely speechless. We stood there for a long moment, nose to nose, eyes looking into each other's souls. It was a long enough moment that I started feeling the awkwardness rising in myself, after all, my date for the evening was waiting for me back at my table. I opened my mouth to say as much, but I guess he was done waiting. 

He brushed his lips against mine, and any kind of hesitation he had in him must have flown out the closed bathroom door. I hadn't even realized that he had closed the door. He pulled me closer still and kissed me with an intensity I had never experienced. Not one for an introductory kiss it seemed, he was quick to trace my teeth with his tongue, and I could now taste the rum that he must have been drinking at the bar. This taste was the last thought in my head that completely registered, since one of his hand started to wander, and he was moving his lips and tongue in a very distracting way. I couldn't even think to protest what was happening, making out with a complete and utter stranger in the bathroom of a restaurant while my date was waiting for me to come back to the table. 

His wandering hand found the hem of my dress, and followed it around to the back of my thigh, where it began to climb higher and higher. His fingers were warm, heavy, and very persistent in traveling across my skin. I squirmed a little bit in his grasp, but his other arm had enough of a grip on me that I wasn't going anywhere. 

He pulled back from the kiss for half a second and gave me a chance to breathe, before he almost immediately got back to business. This second round of kissing was hungry, like he was desperate, and I started to feel more and more lightheaded the more he kissed, and the higher his fingers climbed. 

His whole hand was now pinching and groping my ass, and the moan he muffled against my lips as he did made me feel all kinds of ways. Soon that wasn't enough though, and he started tracing the edges of my panties with his surprisingly smooth fingertips. 

This is when I realized that potentially letting a stranger finger me in the bathroom was not my greatest idea, and really began trying to wriggle away. I tucked my hands between us, and gave a quick and powerful push. Well, what I hoped would be a quick and powerful push, but ultimately it did nothing. Actually, that's not true. He did stop kissing me, let go of my waist, and grabbed both of my hands that were on his chest in one of his hands. 

"And what makes you think you'll be getting away from me?" he almost whispered in my face. 

He moved fast and pushed me up against one of the bathroom walls. He held my hands up above my hands and held them to the wall, so his other hand could continue wandering around. He had to operate in the front now that my back was against the wall, but this was what he was more interesting in anyway. He slid a leg between my legs, and forced them wider apart for easier access. 

AN: . . .  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . alright, that's enough writing for tonight. Also, I'd like to reiterate that this is strictly fantasy, don't be ignoring people's explicit consent in real life people. No means no. Now go touch some grass. Thanks for reading!