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She was looking at me across the bar. Her eyes gently rising to meet mine, then quickly shying away. She was not like any other girl in the bar, that much I knew. Her hair, long and tied back; her glasses, gentle and reserved. She didn’t come here often. My guess was, she didn’t come often. Period. I was about to change that.

I walked up to her and swung her bar stool away from her friends and facing me. I leaned in and introduced myself. Her expression of surprise quickly changed to embarrassment and then to curiosity. After a few minutes of chitchat, my left hand gently slid across her legs and uncrossed them, uncovering the heat of her pussy that she was trying to hide so preciously. With my mouth on her neck, I squeezed her thigh hard enough to give her a bit of a jolt, and then licked her ear whispering “I desire every inch of your body, right now.” She took a deep breathe and pulled back, but was met by my right hand holding her neck. I pushed up from the bottom of her neck to just an inch after he hair started, then pulled her back, exposing that beautiful neck that I imagined kissing, teasing, gently leaving marks of passion.

A minute later, we are in the elevator of the hotel and my eyes have not let hers out of sight for even a second. My hands danced around her body while she was fighting her inner demons: to let me do her right, or to go home and live a fantasy of “ifs”. The door to my room swung open, and she walked in backwards, facing me, wanting me, asking me without words to take her clothes off; to fulfill the unspoken wishes her body was making.