Rousing Obsession

             After a long, challenging day at work I decide to grab a drink at the bar down the street. It’s not like I have anyone to go home to, and I need to relax a bit. Walking in, now leaving the brightness of outside and into the darker eloquence of the upscale bar, I feel at ease. Even though it’s always crowded with the well off and arrogant, I love the selection of smooth jazz that plays softly in the background. I just try my best to ignore the idiots that try and hit on me. Sitting at the bar taking a sip of my apple martini, I scan the room taking in the laughter and sounds of the carefree enjoying the company of their significant others or friends. Noticing all the handsome smiles guided in my direction gives me a little excitement. After all, I am a woman and I have been told I need to give men a chance. They may be right, I am thirty and single. Crossing my legs and letting my skirt rise just enough to show some thigh, I eye the tall impressive chocolate man across the room. I watch him, gazing at me as I swing my ponytail to the other side. He seems to be here alone as well, and most important not wearing a wedding ring. Unlike some women, that actually matters to me.

                Finally getting up the courage, he saunters my way never losing eye contact. Of course I dare not look away either. I wouldn’t want him to think he has the upper hand after all. I admire his strong manhood in a navy blue perfectly tailored suit, towering over me at six feet or more…definitely fuck me potential. There not being any seats beside me, I turn to face him seductively switching my crossed leg. “I wasn’t gonna wait much longer.” I say smiling slightly.

He chuckles. “I certainly wasn’t gonna let someone else catch your attention.”

“Oh LET someone…is that right?” I say taking another sip.

“That’s right. I had to know why you’re here alone.”

“If that’s a way of asking if I’m single…I am.” I say raising my left hand. Just then someone leaves beside me, so he takes the seat.

“Good…then I have you to myself for a bit.” He smiles leaning in close. The smell of his cologne captivates me, sending a scintillating chill through my excited body.

“A bit…depends on how well you do.” His teeth are so white. He laughs out loud causing me to giggle.

“Oh how well I do.”

“That’s right handsome…you need more than looks to keep my attention.”

“And how exactly are you gonna keep mine.” Okay, so he can keep up with me. I like that. I lean in closer, so close any on-looker would think we’re about to present a free show.

“I think I can handle that.” I respond letting my hand follow the length of his tie. He lets his intriguing brown eyes roam my body his nervousness obvious. My womanhood maintaining dominance over our intimate encounter.

“I’m sure you can.” We gaze through each other no doubt imagining our naked bodies entangled playing out our salacious desires…at least I am. Snap out of it girl, we haven’t even exchanged names. I back away from him taking another sip.

“Veronica.” I say extending my hand.

“Luke.” He says placing my hand between both of his. His caress pulsates through me which makes me gradually remove my hand. No one has ever made me feel this way…so soon. “You’re a very captivating woman Veronica.” He says grabbing the bartender’s attention to order a Whiskey Sour.  I watch him take a sip before reverting his welcomed attention back to me. “So tell me more about you.”

“That could take all night.” I say giggling.

“I hope so.” He says taking another sip. Oh god, I can already tell he’s going to have my panties off soon.

We spend the next two hours talking about our work and family lives. He tells me he’s a financial advisor about to start his own firm, married once and no children. I of course pressure him into telling me more about his marriage, wanting to know why it ended….pretty understandable question I think. I find myself telling him entirely too much about myself. Something I would never usually do. For some reason I even mention my deepest secret, something I haven’t talked about in years…the murder of my ex. Talking about him brings up emotions I thought I’ve suppressed, but talking to Luke somehow eases my sorrow. Not sure how he’s able to do that, but his paralyzing charm possesses me easily. The more exciting our conversation becomes, the more enticed I feel. There’s nothing sexier than the confidence of a strong attractive man. I need a break.

“Excuse me a moment Luke.” I say touching his hand then head towards the restrooms hoping I’ve hidden my lewd thoughts. Luckily, at this time most of the after work crowd has gone and there’s no line in the bathroom…or anyone in there for that matter. I stand in the mirror, staring at myself as women do. I adjust my ponytail making sure my hair is flat, and run my hands down my clothes picking at the shape of my body.

“Certainly you know you’re beautiful.” I hear Luke’s voice, never hearing the door open. Was I that preoccupied mocking my imperfections?

“You do know this is the ladies room.” I joke not wanting to face him. He walks behind me standing close but not touching me. We stare at each other through the mirror silently, but our yearning loins speak loud enough for the both of us. He inches closer places his hands on the sink at either side of me. Our magnetic energy travels between us, making the need for us to touch stronger. “Feel that?” Oh I definitely do. I look away from him, needing him to give me space…or at least my brain does. “Don’t get all shy now.” He whispers. He leans in softly kissing my collarbone, continuing up toward my ear. Why am I letting him do this…and in here? Anyone can walk through those doors.

My body won’t let me resist him, as I lay my head back against his shoulder giving into his rousing seduction. He turns me quickly and lifts me onto the counter. God, I’ve never been so happy to be in a nice place with a very clean bathroom. He stares through me, his brown eyes wanton as he wraps my legs around his waist. Why must I be wearing a skirt right now? Leaning me back and pulling my pelvis against his I feel his engorged shaft growing against my warmth. He kisses me unhurried, grinding his dick against my pussy making me feel provocatively needed. Am I really going to let him fuck me here?

“We-can’t-do-this-here.” I blurt out in one breath as he continues to kiss me. He stops suddenly still steadily grinding against me as he eyes me passionately.

“I’m fucking you tonight.” He demands. Now, I should be getting the hell out of there. We barely know each other and he’s already taking ownership. Instead, I’m imagining him taking control of my body…and I can’t wait.

“You’re place?” I say out of breath. He doesn’t answer me, he just lifts me down fixing our clothes and pulls me from the bathroom and straight out the bar to his car.

“What about my car?” I giggle.

“We’ll worry about that later…don’t need you changing your mind.”

We drive in his black Infiniti silently as he rubs my inner thigh stealing glances as he drives. My warmth still ready and moist as he lets his pinky graze my lace panties. We don’t seem to drive for long, but his home is in the middle of nowhere. I admire his large house as he pulls into his garage parking quickly. I take my time getting out as he waits patiently holding open the car door. Walking into the foyer, I remove my shoes as he takes off his suit jacket and tie. I follow him into the kitchen where he grabs two glasses and a wine bottle placing them on the counter. As he pours the wine, I take the opportunity to look around in search of someplace comfortable to sit.                

Finding my way to the living room, I sit on the long white leather couch staring through the skylight in the high ceiling. It’s so beautiful here.

“Here you go.” He says handing me a glass. “I’ll be right back.” I smile as he walks away no doubt wanting to get out of that suit. I drink the wine quicker than I should’ve noticing my nerves starting to kick in. It doesn’t take long for those nerves to turn my stomach…or so I thought. I start to feel woozy and dizzy. What the hell is going on? I look at my now empty glass and fall back against the couch. Did I drink too much? Finally Luke returns still in his suit pants and shirt untucked.

“Luke…I’m not feel-well..I-“ I can’t find the words.

“Don’t you know better than to go home with strangers?” Everything goes dark.

End Part One.

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