Moments (One-Shots)

2. The Bar's Surprises [2019]

The smell of cigars, alcohol and whatnot filled the bar. The background music was awful and didn't help my mood one bit.

My fiancé of three months had figured out he didn't want to spend the rest of his useless life with me, so he cut off the engagement. I knew he wasn't one to show emotions, I just didn't know he couldn't feel them either.

So if a man was entitled to wash his sorrows away with alcohol, so was I. And that's how I got into this bar in the first place.

It was filled with men and the occasional whore. Everyone was drinking and yelling stupid nothings.

"Another one for the lady?" the bar tender asked.

"Now I want whisky." I informed. The bar tender nodded and turned around to get what I asked for.

"Miller, we're closing early today. Make sure you kick everyone out by twelve." A gorgeous man ordered the bar tender.

He wore a pair of black jeans and a white button up shirt, the first few buttons undone, showing smooth tanned skin. His hair, black as a raven's, went down to his shoulders in a wavy mess. But his eyes made me hold my breath. They were an opaque gray I'd never seen before. Thick lashes surrounded his eyes, making him stunningly gorgeous.

I shifted on the stool as I felt myself get wet just by the sight of him.

When the bartender placed my drink in front of me, I drank it down without hesitation. And as the man walked away I felt my clit begin to throb and the urge to touch myself was so great, I got up and asked for a restroom.

And it seemed I was in luck too, because the restroom was single and it was further down into the bar. No one will interrupt.

I blocked the images of my fiancé by thinking of the man who has shouted orders to the bartender. God, he was so sexy it should be a sin.

I locked the restroom's door and washed my hands on the sink. Then I lifted my skirt and licked my middle finger, right after I slipped it inside my panties and into my really hot and wet pussy.

I let out a whimper as I stroked my clit slowly, torturing myself. The face of the stranger kept coming back to me, making me all needy. So I slipped my fingers inside, pushing in and out a bit more frantic.

It wasn't too late when I let out a throaty moan when I came.

But it all just didn't seem to be enough. With a frustrated sigh I yanked the restroom's door open and came in contact with a firm and strong chest.

"Sorry, I-" and I was speechless.

It was the same guy. The same man I just came thinking of. Just looking at him had me all horny again.

"Sounded like you were having fun in there." He smirked, making me shiver.

"I don't-"

"Shh. I won't tell. But my silence has a price." He ran a finger down my cheek to my collarbone. Then I was pushed back inside the restroom, this time with the man locking the door after us.

"W-What are you doing?" I stuttered as he started to undo the buttons of my shirt. His fingers touched skin, making me gasp and shudder.

"What does it look like?" he chuckled and his lips made contact with my neck. He nibbled and licked a path down to my cleavage. I felt myself getting wet all over again as his hand touched me everywhere but there. It's as if he was torturing me.

So I did a little jump and had my legs wrapped around his torso. Holding myself steady with my hands on his shoulders, I started to rotate my hips to rub against his already hardened c0ck. It didn't seem to be enough.