Touched [H.S.]

Sweet

Word Count: 3.9k
Kinks: exhibitionism, daddy kink

Fuck!" I cursed under my breath as I checked the time on my watch. I was 20 minutes late for drinks with Harry and I knew I was never going to hear the end of it from Mr. Punctuality.

I looked out my window anxiously as the Uber driver came to a stop in front of the bar.

"Thank you so much!" I called out over my shoulder as I scrambled from the vehicle and ran up to the door of the building. I stopped for a second to look at my reflection in the glass windows, smoothing my hair and taking a deep breath to collect myself. I didn't want to look as frantic as I felt. Harry and I had only been on a handful of dates and this was already the second time I had been late. I was hoping that I wasn't making a bad first impression on him.

Walking through the door, I scanned the room and quickly spotted Harry sitting alone at the bar, his jacket draped over the stool next to him in order to save the seat. I took a moment to let my eyes wander over his body before he noticed me. His dark chocolate curls were unruly and framed his face in a perfectly imperfect way. His tight black t-shirt hugged every curve of his chiseled torso and the black ink covering his arms contrasted beautifully with his tanned skin.

He was absolute physical perfection and I could feel my heart rate pick up slightly as I thought about what was under that thin cotton shirt.

We hadn't slept together yet. I felt like Harry and I had a real connection and I wanted to taking things a little slower than usual and not screw everything up by fucking on the first date.

Not that I hadn't wanted to. Jesus, I wanted to fuck his brains out. The thought alone made my pussy clench slightly.

Don't be such a fucking slut! Get it together! I thought to myself, inhaling deeply through my nose and walking in his direction.

He must have seen me coming out of his peripheral vision because he turned to me while I was still about 6 feet away. 

"You're late." he spoke slowly, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head in mock disappointment.

"I know, I'm sorry. I promise I'm not always late. I just lost track of time while getting ready for our date." I smiled slightly while shrugging my shoulders.

He returned my small smile and slowly dragged his eyes down my body and back up again before looking at me with his sea green eyes. I felt my body heat up under his gaze.

"Well, I'd say it was worth the wait. You look stunning." He said while kissing me gently on the check. "What are you having to drink tonight, love?"

I felt my cheeks flush. I didn't know if it was from the complement, the kiss, or a combination of the two.

"Thank you. I'll have a vodka cranberry with a lime, please." I answered while lifting up his jacket and taking a seat in its place, draping it over the back of Harry's chair instead.

"So, have you been waiting long?"

"Only enough time to have two-and-a-half beers." He laughed before tipping his beer back and finishing it off. "Nevermind, three. Oh, and a shot of tequila. You've got some catching up to do"

Smiling, he slid my drink the bartender had just dropped off over to me, moving his hand up to a strand of my hair and twirling it gently in his fingers.

"I'll get right on that." I laughed at him while taking a small sip of my drink. I could tell that the alcohol in his system was already making him more brazen and I had to admit that I liked it.