I had finally done it. I broke up with my boyfriend of 1 year. Just 2 hours ago. As I was sitting at the corner table of the bar, the venomous memories started to take over me. Max had cheated on me with my childhood "best friend" Lisa.
When I saw the texts on his phone, I couldn't believe it.
I had trusted her even more than him.
We were basically always together ever since 5th grade.
Lisa and I were like sisters.
Although I had my suspicions and Max was never really good to me either.
He would say mean stuff indirectly. Shaming me for my body and was rather controlling. I actually was feeling sad for not dumping him much earlier. It had taken me a betrayal from both my boyfriend and best friend to wake up to reality.
I was feeling angry. Angrier than I had ever felt in my whole life.
'How could they do it to me?'
But no, now was no time for self-pity. I will show them. I did all they ever asked of me, and this is what I get in return?
And then as I was lost in my own head, I heard a voice, a deep, manly voice, that took me out of my thoughts instantly and sent a shiver down my spine.
"Yeah, and that'd be all." The man said to the bartender.
He was older, much older than me.
He was lean but had visible muscles, and he was wearing a white shirt with his coat in his hand. He had dark blue eyes and some grey hair. And I couldn't stop looking at him. His muscles. His biceps. His clearly defined jawline. And then...his pants. He was wearing tight black pants and I couldn't stop wondering what it would be like... to.....
I could feel the tingling in my pussy now. Just by....looking at him.
I was staring and staring until his eyes met mine. His eyebrows were a little arched, as if asking, 'What you looking at?'
'Oh my God! Had he seen me looking there.....?' I thought to myself.
I was flushed, my cheeks red. I quickly looked away from him.
'What was I doing? I never stare at men like that.....certainly not a stranger.
I was panicking. I needed to gather myself. I got away from there as soon as possible and went to the restroom.
"What the hell?" I said to myself, looking at the mirror.
I quickly splashed some water on my face.
I had never felt something like that ever before. Just the sight of that man made me want to go feral. And to think I had just broken up 2 hours ago made me feel even more guilty.
Then I heard somebody come into the restroom, probably another woman, but no...
It was that man.
Here. Tall and handsome. Searching for me....
He had followed me here.
'Am I dreaming all this? What is even happening?'
But then, before I could comprehend anything, he took my waist in his hands. And kissed me. Bending down a little.
And I didn't stop him.
His hands, warm and strong. His mouth, even warmer.
He was kissing me hard. Harder than I had ever been kissed. There was a sense of urgency in his touch. His hands pressed my waist so hard.
My waist perfectly fitting in his hands.
His tongue was trying to take me all in. Swirling in my mouth. Warm and wet.
His hands were now grabbing my ass. So firm and tight.
It felt so good. Better than anything I had ever felt. Certainly much much better than I had ever felt with Max.
I started kissing him back too, but it was nothing compared to how he was kissing me. With his full force. It felt like he wanted me right then and there.
And that made me so wet.
And then I bit his tongue, almost instinctively.
And that made him groan and then....
He pulled me up to him with his hands on my ass. And then he took to one of those bathroom cubicles just right there. It was small. He pushed me against the wall.
His hard cock was touching me.
It felt good. Too good.
His one hand was hovering around my waist and my ass, while the other was on my boobs now.
My nipples were hard. Really really hard.
He rubbed them through the fabric of my t-shirt. And then pinched them. With all of his strength,
I was moaning now.
He was staring right at my face.
His gaze made my nipples even harder.
He started kissing me again. My neck. My mouth.
And he got ever harder. I could feel it.
I let out a breathy fuck when he pinched again. That made him go even harder. And then, he stopped kissing and took my hand and placed it on his hard cock. It felt like it might tear the pants and come out.
And then he said, "Rub! Rub it for me, you little slut!" And I did. I couldn't stop myself from not doing it. His voice sent shivers down my whole body. And I got even wetter.
I rubbed and rubbed. It felt so good. And so huge. It was really huge. Even though I had only ever slept with Max, I knew that it was much bigger than the average cocks.
He was breathing heavily now,"Yeah, yeah, just like that. Ahh!
And then we heard a ring. It was his phone.
He stopped immediately.
He picked up the call. A male voice answered him. Still his breath on mine.
And I couldn't focus on anything.
He said to whoever was on the call, "Yeah, wait, I'll be right there."
'Did he have to go?' I thought. I needed him to stay here.
And then he said, looking disappointed, "I have to leave." And before I could say anything. He was gone.
Just like that....