It wasn't usual, it also wasn't new.
She glanced on the large glass window from the table she was sitting near. The day wasn't either clear, summer heat as it is, clouds are forming purplish gray far away from her place, moving cars on the street in front with its loud horn, talking people on the hallway some in suit some in their usual dress walking with their pets seems usual not minding the coming rain.
But the situation wasn't normal in her case. She was sitting there at the small closed area in the café, cup of tea on her side, eyeing her watch on her wrist, aching hips from overstimulation of earlier incident. Butterflies on her stomach weren't even cooperating since she was meeting high profile client, she didn't even know who it was, what matters is that her life depends on it. One small wrong move will flip her life and all her blood, sweat and tears will come to a trash.
One hour and seventeen minutes passed and she was still sitting there, heavy rain pouring down the road, fogs blocking the passing car's windshield. Her mind went back hours ago and the pain was still fresh on her, yet memories are vague so long that she can still recall some of it.
Last night was something she wasn't expecting.
She was just some normal employed woman, having her best time of her life on a bar alone after a stressful day from work. She needed it. She needed it more than her chaotic life at work. High pitched shout from her boss was still on her ear on loop after standing beside the DJ to sweep it off but does nothing. It was already late and truly she's drunk. She has a low alcohol tolerance to be honest, you see, she was crawling on her way to exit. Hands above her head, hair was messy, smelled like shit, dancing her hip left and right in sync of the beating sound of the erotic music playing inside the place on her way out.
Not long then, someone grabbed her on her waist pulling her close. Eyes blurry yet she's smiling at a man holding her tightly close. The man was staring at her small frame from head to toes then back to her chocolate eyes.
He was as hot as a freshly boiled soup, hell he's handsome and that word would be an understatement to define the beauty tugging her waist. That was at least what she thought that night.
"Oh~ Hi there!" she started bottom lip in between her teeth, tilting her head upward to fully see the man in front of him since he was taller than her.
"Enjoying here?" his voice a little deep that compliments his well-defined face.
"Wanna still have some more?" he added, moving her hips to fully face him. The thing behind his pants in between his thighs brush lightly at her front, "Ohhm~ahhmmmm..." she let out an oh so soft moan unconsciously.
She was indeed drunk.
Her mind is irrational at this moment, brain not functioning well; heavy smell of the beverage runs through her throat to her nose burning it that doesn't even help to ease her horny mind right night. She stared at him. Eyes narrowed with lust from the light friction that happened a second ago.
She needed more.
She thought.
She raised her hand up to hug his neck, fingers pulling strands of his hair. She bit her lips again leaning forward to close the gap. Breathe touching each other's face from the close proximity. She didn't know this guy. She wasn't sure if she could remember any of this shit after seducing this man in front of him. 'He initiated it' she reasoned at the back of her mind, proving herself she really was irrational right now.
Dizzy as she was, she moved, inch forward from the other's lips. She let out her tongue; slightly lick the lips of the other.
He smirked. Her spine chills in a second after, goose bumps all over her body at her own action. What the fuck was she even thinking?
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RomansIt tastes good. It's wet. Running out of breath. ... This is our affair.
