Hot Night with a Stranger

The night was hot and sticky, the kind of night that made you want to shed your clothes and fuck away the heat. I was at the bar, nursing a drink, when he walked in. Tall, dark, and handsome, he had that kind of swagger that made your panties wet just looking at him.

He sat down next to me, ordered a whiskey neat, and turned to me with a smirk. “You look like you could use some company,” he said, his voice low and husky.

“And what makes you think that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“The way you’re shifting in your seat, like you’ve got an itch you can’t scratch,” he replied, his eyes never leaving mine.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. He was direct, and I fucking loved it. “Maybe I do,” I said, taking a sip of my drink.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my ear. “Maybe I can help with that,” he whispered.

We talked for a bit, our banter charged with sexual tension. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute. I wanted him to fuck me, to make me forget about everything but the feel of his cock inside me.

He took my hand and led me to the back of the bar, where a dark hallway led to a private room. I could barely contain my excitement. He shut the door behind us and pressed me against the wall, his mouth finding mine in a fierce kiss. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths with eager hunger.

His hands roamed over my body, squeezing my tits through my shirt before moving down to my skirt. He hiked it up, his fingers brushing against my wet pussy through my panties. I moaned into his mouth, grinding against his hand.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, slipping a finger inside my panties and rubbing my clit.

“I want your cock,” I panted, reaching for his belt.

He grinned and unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick, hard dick. I stroked him, feeling