Gary leaned down and lightly pressed his lips against my ear. “You keep shaking that ass on me like that, I’m going to see if you could move like that on my dick,” he whispered.
I closed my eyes and imagined it. From what I felt, he was packing something heavy, and potentially lethal. My panties were wet, and I wanted to show him what I could do.
I turned my head to look at him. With a smile, I said, “Maybe I will show you.” I winked and turned around.
I noticed people were watching us, but we danced like nobody else was around.
Gary’s grip on my waist tightened, and I giggled when he kissed my neck. The drinks made me feel silly.
“I’m on whatever you’re on, sweetheart.” He released me and led me over to an empty table. “Maybe we should drink some water. I know you probably had a couple of drinks before I offered you any, and I need you sober for the things I want to do to you.”
The tables had booth-style seating, so I sat down and slid over, then he slid in right next to me. He draped his arm on the back of the seat behind me. His spicy cologne reminded me of cinnamon as it wafted through my nose. He smelled so good.
Drinking some water was probably a good idea, because I would have hated to be dehydrated.
“Can I help you two?” the waitress asked when she reached our table.
Gary looked at her for a second, then pinned his eyes on me.
“Yeah, we’ll just take some water. Unless you want something different,” he said to me.
“I’m good.”
“The water is fine then,” Gary told her.
She nodded and walked away.
“So, tell me a little about yourself, Lisa.” His thumb lightly rubbed my exposed shoulder.
I was feeling him, but I kept things simple.
“I usually always have socks on my feet when I’m home or even at work. I keep a pair of slippers under my work desk. I also like to keep my house at seventy-seven degrees.”
“Damn. You gonna burn somebody up in there,” he joked.
“Well, it’s just me.”
The waitress returned with our water, and we were quiet for a few minutes as we both drank some water and bobbed our heads to the music.
“Your friend wasn’t lying when he said they play good music,” I mentioned.
“Not at all. I’d like to see some more of your moves if you are up to it.”
The circles he continued to rub on my shoulder were relaxing and turning me on even more.
“Let’s go then.” I took one last swig of water and slid out the other side of the booth.
Gary joined me, and we returned to the dance floor and danced over the next couple of hours.
“I don’t think I’m ready to let you go yet,” Gary whispered as the DJ made the announcement for the last call for alcohol.
“You don’t have to.”
“I got the perfect place.”
He grabbed my hand and led me out of the spot. As we walked down the street back toward the restaurant, I texted the girls that I was still with the stranger and that I would let them know when I got home.
Oddly enough, he didn’t feel like a complete stranger. We arrived at the hotel that was located across from the restaurant.
