Short Stories

While waiting for my Friend

I was enjoying my Shirley Temple sitting in a bar while waiting for my friend. I was looking around to feel the vibe but failed miserably. When my eyes landed on a boy coming towards the bar wearing a black buttoned shirt tucking his hands in blue jeans and looking all around. I Completely forgot that I was happily married, a mother of 15 and 19-year-old boys.

When he looked at me while checking out the club I was already ogling him, he squinted but I couldn't take my eyes off him. I felt like loud music and bustling dance floor fading as he was coming close to the bar. I felt excited when he chose to sit next to me. I was looking at the club but now I turned my face to the bar.

He ordered a whiskey and started using his phone. I kept looking at him secretly, a few times our eyes met, and every time I looked away. I tried my best to not look at him but couldn't do it. It felt like my gaze making him uncomfortable because his nostrils flared at our every glance locked.

I buried the excitement in my veins and finished my drink. When I was keeping dollar bills under my glass and about to stand, he blocked my way from his leg while having his whiskey. He was not even looking at me, I cleared my throat "Excuse me."

He looked at me but didn't say a word. I raised my brow and pointed at his leg. "You are blocking my way."

With a rigid face, he responded. "And you are blocking my chance to fuck you by walking away."

I was taken aback as I was not expecting this blunt response from him. I smiled and shook my head. "Bad luck boy because that's not going to happen."

He kept his finger at the back of my hand and started moving up to my elbow then to my shoulders and pulled me closer by grabbing me by my neck. I felt a rush in my body for the first time in years. I had no strength to stop him and walked away from his ecstatic embrace.

My phone buzzed and it was a message for me that she'll be fifteen minutes late as she got stuck in traffic. He read my message and asked me to reply, "I am also stuck in traffic."

I shook my head and gathered some courage to run away from a forbidden territory. "You are too young for me."

He started massaging the back of my neck. "And you are perfect for me."

I felt my throat grow thorns in it as it was difficult for me to talk to him. I tried to swallow a bit of saliva to moisten my throat. "I need to go."

He smirked because I started breathing heavily. "But your body says otherwise."

I clenched my eyes and responded to my friend what he asked me to. He pulled me further closer and whispered in my ears. "You are smart and intelligent." then he licked my earlobe and I lost control of my body.

There was a distance of half an inch between his lips and my lips. "Come on, you were eye fucking me and now you are holding back."

The warmth of his breath took me to another world, and I closed my eyes because I didn't want to live in a world where I couldn't bury his face between my legs. He is handsome, charming, and an unknown attraction pulling me towards him. I have seen men and boys with this physic but there was something mysterious in his aura.

He whispered. "Look at me."

The moment I looked into his eyes he crashed his lips on mine, and I enveloped my arms wrapped around his neck. He set me between his legs and kept slamming my body into his. The exchange of heat we blissful. His tongue explored my mouth, and his hands explored every curve of my body.

I moaned in his mouth and before he took me further higher, he broke the kiss. I was looking at him with disappointment on my face. He signaled the bartender and placed his card. I wanted a splash of water on my face as it was burning from inside. I wanted someone to wake me up from this sensual fantasy.