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A Saturday night at the end of dead week.
Though many college students had practically moved into the library in preparation for the grueling exams that were right around the corner, you’d wound up at a small local bar located just off campus.
You knew it was probably a terrible idea, that you should be taking after your classmates; but at this point you were utterly over-stressed, sleep deprived, and seeking the satisfaction of a much needed break, if only for one night.
You weren’t exactly a regular here. You’d only visited a couple of times, usually accompanied by a group of friends, but tonight you sat alone. An onlooker might’ve pitied you in a situation like this, but you found comfort in these moments of silence. No need for excessive socialization, no expectations to be someone you’re not. Just the peace and quiet of your own company.
The location of choice wasn’t completely empty either, a handful of students must’ve had the same idea as you. At least you weren’t alone in that.
You’d always considered yourself a bit of a lightweight, but you didn’t realize just how inebriated you had become until you pulled yourself to your feet. You had to hold the edge of the bar to steady yourself for a moment as your body swayed from side to side.
You let out a faint, breathy chuckle as you gulped down the remainder of your drink. Finally feeling stable enough to let go of your grip on the counter, you turned to venture off in the opposite direction, effectively bumping into a passerby and sending his drink to the floor. The liquor quickly began to soak into the white fabric of his shirt.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” you mumbled.
“Watch where you’re going,” the man snapped back at you.
You shrugged and continued on your way, choosing to ignore the harsh tone of his comment.
As you finally located the restroom in the back corner, you stepped out of sight and flicked the light switch. The ventilation fan began to whir loudly and drown out the chatter from just outside the door, and the light overhead cast a faint tint of orange across the confined space.
Your eyes struggled to adjust to the drastic difference in lighting, and you could barely see yourself in the mirror as you stepped up to the sink. You didn’t remember the luminosity being this dim in previous excursions, but then again, you struggled to recall just about anything in a moment like this. A couple more drinks and you might’ve even forgotten your own name.
“Jeez, why’d I have to drink so much?” You let out a heavy sigh as you spoke to your reflection.
You jumped as the door handle jiggled, then fully turned and the door swung open.
“Hey! Someone’s in here,” you called out as if the man wasn’t already standing in the doorway.
“Relax, I’m just grabbing paper towels,” his speech slurred a bit as he spoke.
“What if I was busy in here?!” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.
“Well, you’re not,” the man reached out and gently nudged you out of his way, “and besides, it’d be your fault. You didn’t lock the door.”
You let out a frustrated groan, unable to think of a clever comeback in a moment like this.
Taking a few steps back, you watched as the man tore cheap paper towels from the dispenser and proceeded to dab at the stain on his shirt.
“Thanks, by the way,” he said sarcastically, “this was one of my favorite shirts.”
“Hey, I mean, I tried to apologize,” you shrugged.
“Yeah, yeah,” he responded dismissively. Crumpling up the bundle of paper towels in his hand, he made his way across the room and tossed them in the trash.
You cocked your head, trying to make sense of the man’s choice of wardrobe as he turned towards the door. Snakeskin seemed a bit outdated, wasn’t it popular in the 80’s? And what was up with his hat? It almost looked familiar, but you couldn’t place it, and couldn’t be bothered to waste your energy trying to remember in your drunken state. Even so, there was something about this man that you found oddly attractive. Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was the faded glow of the atmosphere; you couldn’t decide.
You stood awkwardly in place as you watched him slow to a stop in front of the door, his hand lingering on the handle.
“What..?" You asked.
He lowered his head, pressing a palm to his forehead as he exhaled from his nose. Then, adjusting his posture, he reached up and slid the lock in place before turning back to you.
In a matter of seconds, you quickly found yourself wrapped in the taller man’s arms as he bent down to initiate a passionate kiss.
To your surprise, you found yourself meeting him halfway, standing up on your toes to lean into his embrace, and you brought your arms up to drape them around his shoulders. A soft whimper escaped your lips as he pulled away from the first kiss, nearly losing your balance as you tried to pull him in closer for another.
Placing his hands on your hips, you were suddenly lifted from the floor as he set you down on the counter and bridged the gap between your heights. He stepped between your legs, pressing his body up against yours as he leaned in for another kiss, and another, and another. The concoction of cigarettes and hard liquor danced across your tongue as you skillfully slipped it into his mouth, and he let out a low moan of approval.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” you pulled back, a solo string of saliva stretched between the two of you as he broke away.
“Who cares?”
“What if we get caught?”
“We won’t,” he peppered your jawline with gentle pecks as he worked at the buttons on your shirt.
“How are you so sure?”
A cool breeze caressed your torso as he pulled your shirt open. He snaked a hand up your back and successfully unhooked your bra.
“I’m not,” he said, continuing down your chest.
You bit your lip, watching as he slowly ran his tongue over your exposed nipple and took it into his mouth, then moved to the other moments later. You couldn’t help yourself. You trailed your fingers up the base of his neck and raked them through his hair, knocking the hat off his head and sending it tumbling to the tile beneath him.
Though the dim ambience wasn’t accommodating enough to distinguish the fine details of his face, the absence of his hat helped you paint a better picture of the man nipping and sucking at your chest. Getting a closer look at him now, you’d come to realize that he was considerably older than you’d originally thought him to be, and you found yourself captivated by the maturity of his eyes.
Moving large hands up the length of your thighs, he hiked your skirt up above your hips and tucked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear.
“Wait…” your voice trembled slightly, “I don’t know if we should be-”
“It’s okay,” he mumbled against your chest.
“No, I mean I don’t even know you,” you slurred.
“I don’t care,” he panted, “fuck, I need to taste you.”
Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t dare engage in an activity as risky as this, especially with someone you’d barely just met, but the heat of the moment clouded your judgment, and you let him undress you without hesitation.
He took a step back as his eyes scanned over your body, and his mouth hung open slightly as he gazed upon your exposed lower half. Without a word the man knelt before you, pulling himself in closer as he gripped onto the underside of your thighs and pushed them further apart.
The action itself sent a shiver down your spine; the idea of a complete stranger inspecting your most intimate areas felt so wrong, yet so erotic. Mere seconds felt like they dragged on forever as the warmth of his breath danced across delicate skin.
And then you felt it.
The sudden softness of his tongue sent a jolt of electricity through your core as it traced slow circles around your clit. You threw your head back in pleasure, steadying yourself with your hands as you leaned your back up against the mirror.
The man continued, picking up his pace as he desperately sucked and slurped the folds of your pussy, lapping up your juices as if he were starved and this was the only thing that’d quell his insatiable hunger.
“F-fuck, you’re really…god, you’re good at that,” you said breathlessly.
You reached down and tangled your fingers in his hair, pushing his head further into you as he looked up with pleading eyes.
There was no doubt in your mind that he wanted this just as bad as you did, if not more.
It was as if he already knew how to make you melt, effortlessly hitting all of the right spots as you whined and bucked your hips. Your chest heaved as you came closer and closer to your peak, and the lustful moans that escaped your throat almost sounded foreign to you. You’d never experienced such intense desire.
“I- ah- I’m gonna…”
“Let go,” he moaned into you, “come on, baby, let me taste it.”
Your toes curled as you finally gave in to that all too familiar feeling, trembling in his grasp as you came into his mouth, and it took everything you had to stop yourself from screaming out in pleasure.
The man followed up with a few slow, drawn out licks as he coaxed you down from your high. He rose from the floor moments later, his chin glistening with a sweet combination of drool and your own juices. He placed one final kiss on your lips, one that was softer than before, one that almost felt thankful in a way.
As he broke away, he took a moment to wipe the wetness from his chin with the back of his hand and placed his hat back on his head.
“That was…” You were at a loss for words.
“Don’t mention it,” he said. You saw the corners of his lips curl up into a faint smile before he turned to leave.
“Wait, you’re just gonna go? I didn’t even catch your name,” you pouted.
“Does that really matter?” He chuckled under his breath as he turned the handle and stepped outside.
Your head was spinning.
What had you done?