"Chance Encounter": Love Doctor to the Rescue

Chapter 6 - Drunk

Part of you feels self-conscious for making out in a bar, but you're not capable of holding back due to the thought. Your heart takes charge, leaving your brain protesting faintly in the background.

He closes his eyes, and your hand creeps up his leg, to his thigh. His skin feels soft beneath the fabric- he's slender, but not skinny- you wish you could feel his skin...

Spencer's self-consciousness has taken a similar plunge toward verging on rudeness, uncharacteristic for the normally reserved agent. He moans audibly as you kiss him, and his hands have snaked around your back in a romantic, tender embrace. He plays with the soft fabric of the purple sweater you draped over your dress to keep from being too cold in the bar. You want nothing more than to pull his clothes off right now.

But out of the corner of your eye you are met with the sight of the bartender returning for you to place your order, and you snap back into reality. It looks like you were able to stop kissing Spencer before she noticed. Your friends, however, were long gone- they knew you were all set for the night, now. A little flustered, you try to compose yourself and say to the bartender, "Could I have one more glass of the pinot? And one for him, too..." You quickly add.

As you wait for your next drinks to arrive, you notice Spencer blushing bashfully and staring down at his nails, fidgeting and undoubtably hot and bothered, given the shape of the bulge in his pants, which he tries to cover up by laying his arm sideways. You feel a jolt of pleasure ache warmly in your clit, which seems to beg for his presence.

"Is this it, then... goodbye, after this drink?" You ask him, contrastly confident that he likes you back and petrified you'll never get to touch him further.

"Well, I have to go back soon for the case..." he replies. "But... well, I'm staying at the DoubleTree inn up the road, maybe you want to walk with me?"

You hope with all your heart this is more of an invitation than just to walk but have no power to refuse. Your heart has taken over and wants to see where this goes. You both finish up your drinks, pay the bartender and walk up the street side by side.

Every few steps along the darkened path you stop and push Spencer up against one of the fenceposts that line your path, and tug lightly on his tie as you kiss each other urgently, impatient for more.