I arrived at the bar and looked for the most secluded spot. I wanted to talk to you without distractions. I sat at the back table, where there were almost no people. The atmosphere was pleasant, with few people and soft music creating a relaxing vibe. The meeting was set for 6 p.m., but I arrived about 20 minutes early. I was anxious to see you; it had been almost two years since I last heard from you.
The last time we spoke was through cold, distant messages, with no real interest shown. After that, we simply disappeared from each other's lives. I thought I’d never see you again, so I was surprised when, a few days ago, I received your message. You were in town and you wanted to know if we could meet to talk. Finally, we’d have that conversation we never had.
You arrived at the bar, looked at me, and started walking toward the table. I was looking at you, wondering why I was so nervous to see you after all this time. You hadn’t changed much, and seeing you reminded me of the attraction I’d always felt for you. You were wearing a dress and a coat, your
hair loose down to your shoulders. We looked at each other and smiled. The closer you got, the more nervous I felt. We sat down, ordered beers, and started talking. You told me about your current life and how you’d decided to visit the city.
While you were talking, I barely said a word, just watching you intently. I looked at your face, your eyes, your cheeks turning red, your lips wet from touching the beer. You noticed my gaze and stared back at me intensely, smiling. The conversation flowed naturally, as if we’d never stopped talking. The night went on, we talked a lot and drank a bit more. We kept looking at each other for long moments. When one of our favorite songs started playing, I invited you to dance. You smiled and accepted. You left your coat on the chair, and we moved closer together. I put my hand on your waist, and we started dancing, keeping a small space between us.
We looked into each other’s eyes, smiled, and let the music guide us. Slowly, I pulled you closer until there was no space left between our bodies. I could smell your scent, feel your breath, your cheek against mine. My fingers caressed your waist as we danced slowly. Our bodies were in sync, and the way your body moved against mine felt so good I could barely control myself. My hands gently pulled you closer, and I could feel your heart beating. I turned my head and looked directly into your eyes.
You were beautiful. I slowly moved my lips closer to yours, and we kissed. The kiss was sweet, and I could feel your moist lips on mine. We kept dancing as we kissed, our bodies moving together.The kiss grew more intense with every second, your tongue rubbing against mine. Our breathing quickened, and we were filled with desire. My hands couldn’t resist; they roamed your back, down to the lower part, exploring every curve of your body. Our bodies were so close that you could feel how hard I was while I was pressing against you.
My hands moved up and down your back, slowly pulling you closer to me. I stopped kissing your lips and started kissing your neck, licking it gently, savoring every inch of your skin. You could feel how hard I was, and I could feel the heat of your body responding to my touch. You tried to control yourself, glancing around the bar to see if anyone was watching. There were few people, and no one seemed to notice, but you still whispered for us to stop.
I looked at you and smiled, agreeing to return to the table. This time, we sat side by side, ordered more beers, and tried to keep talking. Under the table, your leg began to caress mine, and one of my hands slid up your thigh, slowly moving under your dress. The soft, warm skin of your thigh made me want you even more. We looked at each other with desire, and my hand continued to rise, slowly, until I felt the warmth near your core.
My hand reached your panties, and you looked at me, biting your lip with a provocative smile. My fingers began to caress your panties, feeling the soft fabric under my touch. You closed your legs, trapping my hand between your thighs, but my fingers continued to make slow circles over the fabric. I could feel how wet and warm you were, and you watched me as you took small sips of beer, smiling and maintaining eye contact. One of my fingers slipped under your panties, and I felt the moist, warm lips of your pussy against my skin. You trembled slightly, and I knew you were on edge.
My finger began to explore your pussy, moving up and down, teasing every fold. You kept my hand between your thighs, but I could feel your body trembling with pleasure. You looked at me intensely and, without a word, placed your hand under the table, touching my hardness over my pants. You felt how hard I was and began to stroke me with slow, firm movements.
Another finger slipped under your panties, and with both fingers, I began to tease your lips, penetrating you slowly. You were so wet that your juices began to soak your panties, and you squeezed my hand tighter between your thighs, trying to control yourself. Finally, you couldn’t resist anymore and whispered that you needed to go to the bathroom. You stopped and started walking toward the bathroom. I watched you as you walked, admiring every movement.
When you reached the bathroom, you turned to me and gave me a look, smiling provocatively. I smiled back and began walking toward the bathroom, glancing around to make sure no one in the bar was paying attention to me. I entered the hallway
connecting the men’s and women’s restrooms. I didn’t see you there and peeked into the women’s restroom, but I felt tooembarrassed to go in. I whispered your name, but there was no response. I entered the men’s restroom, and as soon as I closed the door, you appeared behind me.
I turned around quickly and grabbed you by the waist, kissing you with an intensity that felt like fire. The kiss was passionate, and my hands immediately went to your buttocks, exploring every curve under the fabric of your dress. My hands slipped under your dress, feeling the soft skin of your buttocks, and I pulled you closer, bringing you tight against me. I guided you slowly to the sink, where I stopped kissing your lips and began kissing your neck. My tongue explored every inch of your skin as my hands continued to caress your buttocks, slipping under your panties.
You glanced at the door occasionally, trying to control yourself, worried someone might come in. But I was completely focused on you. Finally, I
stopped kissing your neck and led you to one of the stalls. Inside the stall, we continued kissing with even more intensity. Your tongue entered my mouth eagerly, and I pushed you against the stall wall, holding you firmly. One of my hands went to your shoulder and grabbed the strap of your dress, pulling it down slowly until it slipped off your arm.
I stopped kissing you for a moment and looked at your breast, now partially exposed by the fallen strap. I gave you a sly smile and, with my other hand, pulled down the second strap, fully revealing your breasts. Your nipples were hard, and I couldn’t resist. I brought my face close to your breasts and whispered how delicious you were. I began kissing one of them, licking it slowly while maintaining eye contact. My tongue explored every inch of your nipple, tasting its saltiness and the irresistible scent of your skin.
You grabbed my hair with your hands, caressing my head as I continued to lick and suck your nipples, moving my face between your breasts. Meanwhile, my hands didn’t stop. One slipped under your dress and began to caress your pussy over your panties, while the other explored your buttocks. I slowly pulled down your panties, sliding them down to your knees. My hands moved back up, caressing your legs gently, until two fingers began to tease your pussy, which was already so wet. I kept licking and sucking your breasts while my fingers explored your pussy, penetrating you slowly.
I heard you moan softly as my fingers entered you, and I gently bit your nipples. You were so wet that I could taste your juices on my fingers. You, in turn, didn’t stay still. With your hands, you began to unbutton my pants, and one of them slipped inside, feeling my hard cock. You grabbed it and began stroking it eagerly, whispering in my ear that you wanted to feel it inside you. I looked at you with desire and turned you against the stall wall. As you turned, you completely removed your panties, which had been around your knees. I took them from your hand and brought them to my face, inhaling deeply. Iwhispered to you how delicious your scent was. I stood behind you, holding your hands and pressing them against the wall. I placed one of my legs between yours, spreading you wider, and lifted your dress. I finished unbuttoning my pants and pulled out my cock, which was fully hard and ready for you.
You felt my cock pressing against your buttocks and arched your back, inviting me in. I aligned myself with your pussy and began to enter you slowly, feeling every inch of you opening up to me. You moaned softly, feeling each careful movement. My cock slid in, and I could feel how wet you were, making everything smoother and more pleasurable. With one hand, I grabbed your hair and pulled it to the side, exposing your neck, which I began to kiss and bite gently. Your moans grew louder, and I held your buttocks firmly, pulling you closer to me, allowing my cock to sink deeper. Your juices began to drip down your pussy and thighs, and I knew you were completely surrendered.
You began to move your buttocks against me, and I responded by penetrating you faster. Your movements felt so good that I could barely control myself. The metal wall of the stall began to make noise from the impact of our bodies, and you, realizing the risk, took your hands off the wall and placed them behind your waist. I held them, pulling you even closer, which only intensified our connection. I penetrate you with increasing speed, and your moans grew louder and more intense. However, when we heard voices in the hallway, you tried to control yourself, muffling the sounds escaping your lips.
We heard some guys entering the bathroom, talking and laughing. You stopped moving and stayed still, trying not to make noise. I pulled your hair to bring your ear closer to my mouth and whispered that you didn’t need to make noise, but at the same time, I continued to penetrate you, though slower, teasing you. You bit your lip to stifle your moans, but I could feel your body trembling with pleasure. When the guys approached the stall, I pulled your hair again, bringing your face close to mine, and we kissed in silence, trying to mask any sound. Fortunately, the guys left the bathroom, and you immediately began grinding your buttocks again, getting back to the previous rhythm.
I continued to penetrate you, alternating between deep and fast movements, while giving light slaps to your ass, leaving it red and marked. You moaned louder now, no longer caring who might hear, and whispered to me that you wanted to cum together. I kept moving with force, feeling like I was about to explode. When I felt I couldn’t hold back any longer, I pulled out and came on your buttocks, feeling the warm cum drip down your cheeks and thighs. You turned around quickly and began kissing me, mixing our moans and heavy breaths.After a few moments, you cleaned up quickly, and we dressed in silence. We opened the stall door slowly, and I peeked out to make sure no one was around. I went out first and signaled for you to follow. You left the bathroom and went straight to the table, while I stayed behind for a few moments, trying to recover myself. When I returned, the beer was warm, but it didn’t matter.
You looked at me with a sly smile, and I suggested we go somewhere more private. We left the bar and walked through the city, talking about the past and what had brought us back together
