Falling for the Fire

Chapter 3

I felt soft but strong hands slide under the fabric of my shirt and up my sides. The woman cupped my breasts in her hands as we continued to kiss.

I groaned into her mouth with anticipation, trying to urge her to keep going.

She let her hands fall from my chest, and they quickly moved down to undo the button on my jeans.

The reasonable voice in my head kept on telling me to stop her, this complete stranger that was about to touch me in the bathroom of a bar; but the stronger voice was the one that told me that this was hot as fuck, and it was happening.

Her hands slid beneath my jeans as I reached up and wrapped my arms around the back of her neck. I tried to push my hips against her, but she leaned back slightly.

I breathed heavily as I looked her in the eyes, wondering why she was stopping.

"Keep going," I said breathlessly.

"Ask nicely," she teased as her lips hovered near mine.

Clearly she liked to be in control.

"Please," I groaned, "please keep going."

I felt her hand lightly graze over the fabric of my underwear, but it still wasn't quite where I wanted her.

She finally pushed them aside and her fingers found my clit.

"Fuck," I moaned as I grasped on to her neck tightly.

She began to circle around it, and I felt like my knees were going to buckle again. Her dark eyes stayed on mine and her lips continued to hover just inches away from my mouth.

She pushed two fingers inside of me, and my back arched as I pressed forward into her. My moans grew louder, and she quickly kissed me to muffle the sounds.

I clenched the collar of her shirt as she continued to move in a steady rhythm and my pleasure began to build.

She positioned her hand so she hit my sensitive clit each time her fingers thrusted into me. I tried to hold in the sounds that I was almost involuntarily making as I leaned against the door to steady myself.

When she pushed another finger in, the orgasm almost immediately came flooding over me.

I groaned loudly, unable to keep myself quiet for any longer. My knees grew weaker, and she held me up with her free hand wrapped around my waist.

"Jesus Christ," I said breathlessly.

She gradually slowed down her movements and eventually pulled away from me.

I let my arms fall from around her neck and closed my eyes. I leaned my head back against the bathroom door as I struggled to catch my breath.

She smirked at me before leaning in to press another slow kiss on my lips.

I still felt like I could barely move, and she stood across from me and studied my expression.

"Feeling better yet?" She asked.

"Yeah," I responded as I let out a deep exhale, "I think you could probably say that."

"Great," she nodded, "then my job here is done."

She grinned at me and reached for the doorknob that was right next to my back.

"Your - what?" I asked as my mouth fell open.

I wasn't really sure what I was expecting to happen next, but it wasn't this.

I moved away from the door and she turned to face me.

"Hope your night continues to get better," she smirked.

"I - yeah...thanks," I mumbled.

She reached over and grabbed on to the collar of my shirt, pulling me in for one last kiss before she pulled the door open.

I let it shut behind her and stood there for a moment, trying to collect myself.

"What the fuck," I said under my breath.

I made sure the door was locked again before looking in the mirror and buttoning my pants back up.

I straightened the rest of my clothes out and took a deep breath. I was still feeling a little tipsy, but this whole experience had definitely sobered me up quite a bit.

I leaned over the sink, grasping the sides of it as I looked at myself in the cloudy mirror in front of me. What the hell was I doing?

Embarrassment started to flush to my cheeks as the realization of what had just happened came flooding over me.

It wasn't like it was anything that I should necessarily be ashamed of, but it also wasn't anything that I'd ever done before, or wanted to make a habit of doing.

Or maybe I should be ashamed...fuck, I didn't know.

I finally forced myself to leave the bathroom, carefully looking around as I did. Thankfully there was no one waiting, that would've made an uncomfortable situation way worse.

I weaved my way back up towards the bar, and I kept my head down as I went. I didn't want to take the chance of seeing whoever the hell I had just been with.

I flagged down the bartender when I got close enough and paid my tab. Once I had done that, it felt like I couldn't get out fast enough.

I didn't know what had come over me, but I was second guessing everything.

I stood outside and ordered an Uber to come and pick me up. While I was waiting, a few more people walked out of the bar.

I immediately tried to hide my face when I realized one of them was the blonde woman that had just given me one of the best orgasms of my life.

"Have a good rest of your night love," I heard her say.

I didn't want to look up, but I couldn't help myself.

"Thanks," I muttered as I finally met her gaze, "you too."

She gave me a devilish smirk as she walked away from the building with her friends, and I felt my cheeks turn red again.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath, my head was spinning for a number of reasons, and I didn't like it.

Once my Uber got there, I made it home in just a few minutes.

I walked inside of my house and immediately went back to my bedroom and changed.

I flopped down on the bed and stared up at my ceiling.

I couldn't make sense of what was going through my mind after everything that had happened, and I knew that sleep wasn't going to come easily.

I didn't know why I had a feeling of guilt surging through my body, it wasn't like I had technically done anything wrong.

And even if it was wrong, I couldn't stop thinking about how amazing it had felt.

I still had no idea who the woman was, or why she looked so familiar to me, but fuck was she hot.

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