Qrwisp/Haruka

Giving your back a much needed stretch you get out of your chair, grab your coat and printed report and head out of your office for the night. You hand the front desk the envelope you put the report in before finally leaving the building.

By the time you make it home to your shared apartment it’s 7:15. It’s more than enough time to get ready you think, slightly stressing you’ll make a bad impression on the girls by being behind schedule. Walking down the hall to your room you see Stephanie finishing up her makeup in the mirror. She sees you in the reflection and screams. “Holy shit! She lives! And here I thought you were gonna ditch on tonight.”

You respond while getting changed into the dress you left out this morning for tonight. “Sorry, report took way longer than expected.” Grabbing your heels and slipping them on before checking your self out in the mirror.

You’re wearing a black halter neck cocktail dress that goes down to just above your knees. It has a slit going down the left leg adding a semi sexy flair to it. The girls told you to dress nicely as you would be stopping at a couple nice bars while out tonight.

Quickly stepping into the bathroom to make sure your makeup and hair looks good Stephanie gives you a quick whistle. “Looking good, trying to impress anyone tonight?” You glance down to see her wearing a red strapless mini dress that covers just enough of her behind to be publicly acceptable. “What about you? Need quick access tonight?” You shoot back. “Touchée” she mutters as she finishes her lipstick.

You give your hair a quick brush and touch up your makeup, ever thankful that is still looks good despite being on since 6:30 this morning. You meet up with Stephanie at the door of the apartment. “Cathy’s and the girls are here, they’ll give us a ride.”You both step out, lock the door and make your way to the front of the building where you can hear the song “Yummy” by Ayesha Erotica blasting from a pink Toyota supra. Guessing that’s her and your assumptions being proven by a blonde girl in a pink dress rolling down the window and screeching when she saw Stephanie you hop in the back. the car is packed with the girls you’ll be spending your night with. Cathy, the blonde girl in the pink dress behind the wheel, Laura, the brunette in the passenger seat and Emma, the girl sitting in between you and Stephanie. You think you yourself about how pretty she is, she’s got the most Lucious hair you think is humanely possible and she’s wearing a purple cocktail dress.

The five of you arrive at the first bar and get your drinks, liking a slow start you only get a Shirley temple not wanting to get completely hammered too soon. You actually want to remeber some of the fun, you know.

Only ten minute into being there the girls are already getting hit in by a group of guys. Every single one of them but you. Honestly you just went out because it would be nice hanging out with some new people but it’s clear they aren’t really out for a “girls night.” They’re here to find someone to hook up with.

You finally decide to order some alcohol to help with the empty sensation left by the girls completely ignoring you and leaving you behind to go dance with the guys. At least Stephanie and Emma had the kindness to ask you if you were alright with them dancing with the guys. You said yes and thanked them for asking first.

You manage to down two vodka cranberries in the time it takes for them to decide they’re done dancing. Stephanie comes over to tell you the guys invited you all to visit another bar. Deciding that bar hopping was where all the fun was at on a night out. With little to no choice you pay your tab and go to the next bar with everyone.

The cycle of being left behind and watching Cathy grind upon some random guy that you didn’t quite catch the name of when he told it to and then switching bars was continued for about three hours before it finnaly settled when Emma invited everyone to a quiet bar owned by her uncle. With the group all drunk and talking over you, you excuse yourself over to the bar and order a whisky on the rocks, needing something to feel a burn aside from the feeling of being left out.

Your broken out of the trance of your bobbing ice by the sound of an older man speaking next to you.

“What’s a young lady like yourself doing drinking the night away in a place like this?” The remark is enough to bring a small smile to your face.

“But seriously, there’s no way you’ve got enough ghosts to be chasing them at your age.” He says. For the first time tonight you laugh, kinda sad to think it’s an older gentleman and not your roommate and her friends who you were supposed to be with.

“Well, it’s not necessarily ghost I’m chasing, more trying to fill a hole and pass the time.” You respond, your voice tired. “Well I can say for sure that whisky will not fill a hole. Hell, it probably gives you more.” He says with a breathy chuckle.

Now that you get a good look at him you realize this man is really, and you mean really, good looking. He’s muscular in all the right places, biceps pressing against the sleeves of his shirt that looks almost too small on him. And his face, strong jawline with that handsome 5 o’clock shadow, tired eyes that show he’s lived things nobody should, and a 90s boy band haircut showing he’s still somewhat youthful. This man looks straight outside of an action movie.

“I got ditched on a girls night out. They’re still here, I just felt left out and decided to sit up here rather than sit with them” you say. You’re not sure why you opened up to him, a complete stranger. Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe you’re just that desperate to talk to someone. You hope it’s the latter.

“Some girls night out huh, guess that’s why your dresses so fancy despite being in a place like this.” He responds. His eyes linger a bit longer than they should on the dress you’re wearing but it doesn’t make you uncomfortable. It’s not the perverted glance of an old man imaginable what’s underneath. It’s more of an analytical gaze trying to piece together what happened to you tonight.

“Well they told me “dress fancy, we’re going out!” I was expecting cocktail bars and gossip. Not dive bars and grinding.” You respond, disappointed about how the night has been going so far.

Almost as if he could read your mind he asks, “well, nights still young. Not too late to turn it around. What do you say? Wanna get out of this place and go somewhere more fitting for your dress?” He suggests. You ponder for a minute. Leave this bar and attempt to have a good time with a complete stranger who looks old enough to be your father if he had you young, or stay with the people who make you feel like a side piece.

You decide to try to make the most of what’s left of the night and get up from your chair leaving money on the bar to cover your tab as well as a tip. “Where do you suggest we go… I’d say your name but I just realized I never asked you for it!” Wow, you think. You’re ditching your roommate and her friends for a guy you don’t even know the name of.

Amused by the remark of you not knowing his name the man smirks and says “I happens to know a nice place, and name’s Leon.” Leon… it’s a good name, rolls off the tongue nicely. “Leon” you say out loud getting a feel for how it sounds. “Well then, it’s nice to meet you Leon.”

As you head towards the door of the bar you hear Leon speak. “And who do I have the pleasure of spending the night with?” He asks making you realize you’ve never told him your name either. “Oh! My name is Y/N.” You respond. “Well then Y/N, lead the way.” He says holding the door open for you.

About a block down from the bar Leon guides you into a sky scraper. He takes you to the elevator and presses the button to the highest floor when you exit the elevator the hall leads directly to one fancy looking door.

“Here we are.” Says Leon who pushes the door open for you. Taking a step in you stop to take in the surrounding bar.

The lights are dim, there’s quiet house music playing, a semi-circle bar against the back wall sourounded by tables and booths around the outer walls beside the windows showing a view of the city. The place has an intimate vibe, one where you can really sit a chat with the person you with.

You and Leon sit at the bar and order your drinks. He orders a whisky neat and you an old fashioned. “I didint take you for an old fashioned kind of girl.” Leon says, intrigued by your order.

“What did you think I would order?” You ask. Interested in the way he perceived you. “Well, I took you for either the sweet or completely bitter type, not a citrus spice kind of girl.” Leon says chucking to himself.

You give him a quiet smile. You ask him if he would mind moving to a booth as the bar stool is slowly making your legs go numb. He nods and guides the both of you to a booth.

Conversation flows between the two of you like you’ve known each other for years. You learn he’s 49 years old, he never married and rarely ever dated, which he stopped doing in his early 30s, he doesn’t like speaking to much of his past and that he has a couple close work friends.

“Speaking of work, what do you do for work, Leon?” You ask. His job must keep him pretty busy if he doesn’t have much of a social circle outside of work.

He scoffs. “Well, it’s kinda top secret. So I can’t tell anyone.“

“Government job?” You ask, knowing the feeling of not being able to tell anyone anything more than that you work in national security.

“How’d you guess?” He chuckles, a bit surprised that you hit the nail on head.

“I work for the government too, it’s rough not being able to talk to people about your job. Especially when it keeps you super busy.” You respond.

“Huh, looks like we’re two peas in the governments pod.” Leon jokes. Somehow it manages to get a genuine laugh out of you.

Your eyes lock, just for a split second but it’s enough to make you blush. You could easily blame it on the alcohol but something in the air tells you not to, that he’s felling something too.

You both chose to ignore it for the time being. But as the conversation flows and the drinks go down you both start to flirt a bit. The occasional compliment from Leon, a teasing comeback from you. Eventually you start to brush your foot against his leg and it has a visible effect on him. His face goes red and a smirk twists itself onto his mouth.

“Careful sweetheart, or you might get more than you bargained for.” Leon teases. You slide your foot higher up higher before he stops it with his hand. You giggle a bit at the feeling.

“I told you sweetheart, but I don’t think I have to remind you. Your smart enough to know what your doing.” He says, looking you dead in the eyes. You just smirk in reply.

“How about we get out of here, il drive you home. If you don’t want me knowing where you live il drop you off a block away or so.” He suggests. You know what he’s getting at, he’s giving you the option to go home but you’re not quite ready to end the night.

The both of you walk down the street, Leon had his hand on your lower back guiding you towards the parking garage below the building. Once your in the garage Leon unlocks the car doors to find the car by its lights. When you see his car your jaw drops.

A grey Porsche cayenne turbo GT. The sexiest suv you’ve seen in your life. Complete with leather seats, sleek racing look, digital speedometer and led light interior lining. You feel like a princess being taken home from the ball in a carriage. Except this carriage has 650 horsepower.

Leon opens the door for you ye get in and closes it after you enter. He starts the car and you hear that beautiful purr the engine makes. You’re not sure what turns you on more, the man next to you or the car he drives.

Leon turns on the radio to play some soft rock music on a low volume. The rolled down Windows refresh the atmosphere and the breeze flows through your hair. You lean slightly towards Leon finally getting a breeze on his cologne. It’s woody and leathery with a spicy hint to it.

Leon’s hand moves from the gear shift to rest next to your leg on the seat, silently testing the boundries. You move your knee toward his hand until his pinky is resting against the side of your thigh. His hands are warm and rough with calluses but the limited touch is somehow exiting you even more.

Slowly he moves his hand to rest on the top of your thigh. He alternates between tapping his fingers to the beat of the song playing through the speakers of the car and slowly rubbing his hand back and forth across your thigh. You just wish he would explore just a bit higher because it would mean he would feel just how wet you were getting for him even though he wasn’t doing anything special yet.

Eventually he gathers up his courage to carefully slide his hands up beyond m the slit in your dress. Brushing his fingers over the top part of you underwear before slowly dipping down between your thighs.

You hear him let out a dark laugh. Turning your head your met with Leon who’s keeping his eyes focused on the road. “This wet and I haven’t even done anything to you yet.” He says, finnaly turning towards you with a smirk on his face. “Maybe it’s time I finnaly give you something to be exited for then.” Just as he finishes his sentence his hand begins to rub your clothed bundle of nerves in a circular motion. The sensation brings out a quick breath from you. You shudder at the feeling, a chill running up your spine as you press into the feeling of his hand. It’s not enough, you want, you need more.

“Slow down sweetheart, we’ve still got a long drive before we park.” He says picking up speed in both the car and his finger on your clit. Quickly you pull up you dress so he has better access. He slides your panties to the side and covers his fingers in your slick. The feeling is phenomenal, your cunt begging for something, anything (preferably him) to fill the void.

His middle finger dips lower until it’s rubbing circles around your pulsing hole. “Leon…” you manage to speak, voice weaker than you imagine it wound be.

“What do you want sweetheart? Use your words.” He says, teasingly. His fingers pressing against the opening just enough for you to moan but leaving before any satisfaction can be felt.

“Please, Leon… Use your fingers.” You beg him, needing more. The teasing is killing you, your thighs burn from trying to get more but he doesn’t allow you to.

“I am using my fingers baby, gotta be more specific than that.” He sarcastically says. “Leon, fuck me with your finger please, I need it.” You break, shouting at him what you want to make to sure you get what you need.