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"Not yet. Have you hit anything?" I saw her glance quickly up and down, inspecting me.
"Just starting." I told her, letting my eyes meet hers for a moment.
She smiled again, one hand slid up and idly brushed back her hair. She reached out and touched the button.
I grinned to myself.
I wondered if this lady had any panties on?
Who knows?
The End.
Restroom Revenge
It's a nightclub with the typical tech music, repeated beats, and people dancing by themselves on the dance floor.
I'm seated in a corner by myself.
I didn't go there to hit on anyone, just wanted to chill a bit; family is out of town and I had a heck of a week.
You are at a table, with your girlfriends, your fiance, and his pals.
You are scolding him, because, according with you, he "was looking at that tramp, Jennifer." He is apologizing, you are not even looking in his face.
You ask for a strong beverage, a tequila shot, telling him, "You should be glad that I just don't make you sorry for what you did." With his friends, he is now saying, "Chicks, you guys know how they are. When we get home, I'll give her something to forgive me," laughing.
You are not going to answer that, you just get out in the dance floor and start to dance by yourself. When I'm passing going to the restrooms, you bump into me, and apologize.
"You will make him sorry, won't you? He's in the doghouse tonight," I say, laughing.
You stop, and look me in the eyes, saying "Who the heck you think you are to be snooping in our conversation?"
"First," I say "Drop the attitude, it may work with boys, but let's be realistic, I'm a little too old for this kind of attitude, more so, from a stranger. Second," while I walk around you, "you are a very attractive woman, but I don't really need to play nice. You are trouble, and I don't look for trouble. Third.." my voice is a lower tone now, and I'm close to your ear, "make up sex is too good for you to pass on it, and you most likely will put out for him."
Your eyes are on fire, sparks coming out of them. "So typical of men, to think we need sex," you continue, "this weakness, old man, is yours, not ours."
The 'old man' came out of your mouth with the single intent to hurt me, I know that, and you must have used it before, when dealing with the typical slobbering mid-life crisis man. I hold your arm and pull you to the corner, close to the bar. You don't try to resist because I'm not hurting you, and by now, you think you have the upperhand.
"You trust way too much in your own attractiveness," I say. As I continue, we are closer to the bar, out of sight, and I pull you closer to me, holding both your arms.
When I look in your eyes, "Guess what, this weakness you say, is what will make you feel the old man looking at you, as if undressing you," I slither. "When you get back home, tonight, I'm sure you will bang him silly, and yet, be thinking about the old man, having his ways with you," I say. "And most likely you will see him finish before you, because you will be so damn excited, that will ride him like a cowboy". Then, I say, "Guess what, you will touch yourself, by his side, while he sleeps, and you will be thinking about the old man hands." Getting closer, I kiss your ear and cheek, "The old man lips." You don't react, as I continue, "the old man tongue," I say, while I get your lips close to mine, and I start to lick them, making you open them slightly, looking back in your eyes. "The hardness that you will imagine the old man had," I say, "The feeling that you wanted to have him fill you up and fuck you like older people do, as if any fuck was the last one."
You are now shivering, as if you had felt something cold touching your shoulder blades and running down, an ice cube, making you bracing yourself for the cold water running down.
I get your face between my hands, and kiss you strongly, something in your attitude did bother me, but because you are strong.
I can't resist a strong beautiful woman that I will break, that will submit herself to me.
The hands run over your back, one holding your hair, hand grasping it strongly, hurting a bit with the pull, and making you bite your lips with lust and desire. The other, is on your waist now, pulling you. This moment slow music happens to be playing, I somehow just pull you closer and feel you, but making it blend into the dance. Your lips have the same fire as your eyes and I can't get enough of kissing them, and feeling your tongue playing with mine.
The touch of your breasts against my chest is warm and good, there is some vague aura of sensuality around us. You know it is stronger than just revenge on your fiance, you feel your juices flowing and you can't make your head stop spinning.
You whisper, "You are crazy, my boyfriend is here!"
I look around and say, "Follow me to the restroom. I'll get in there first and will open the door for you." You do follow and as I call you inside the bathroom, you are now literally in trance. The music is loud but you can't hear a thing. I turn you around to face the mirror in the bathroom and hold your arms, kissing your neck, and making you feel my hardness against your ass.
Tthis is crazy," you say, "We must get out. What are you doing?"
