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and tongues danced together, arousal began to thump in my lower belly. He groaned and pulled me off the barstool until I was practically in his lap. Feeling all of the sexy stranger’s muscles pressed against my body made me shiver and before I knew it, I was crawling on top of him and wrapping my arms around him, pulling him as close as possible. He responded by eagerly pulling me close. I could feel a giant, hard bulge in his dark jeans, pressed up against me. I loved how hard I’d made him, as if this was the kind of thing that never happened, when in reality, he was probably the type to pick up girls all the time. Lust coursed through my body and I pressed my forehead against his, deepening our kiss. He tasted amazing, like leather and beer and soap, and I wanted to be covered in his scent. I wanted to smell it on my pillows in the morning, I wanted to smell it on my skin.
     
    He groaned and tangled his hands in my hair. I cried out softly as he nibbled and sucked on my lower lip. I was so aroused that I could feel my panties were soaked and every time I twisted, they rubbed against my sensitive skin. The stranger’s hands were slipping around my back, up my shirt, rubbing the soft skin underneath. I hadn’t had a man’s hands on me in years, and I loved the feel of his calloused fingers sliding over my skin. As they slid around to my front, I gasped as I felt his fingers tweak at my nipples through my lacy bra. I blushed madly as I deepened the kiss. If only I’d known I was going to meet this guy today, I would have worn matching panties. As I twisted my body against his, another fierce bolt of desire shot through me.
     
    The bar around us faded into nothing as we madly pulled at each other. He broke the kiss and nudged my head up to lick and suck at my neck. God, this feels so good , I thought. My body was swimming in lust and alcohol and there was nothing more in the world that I wanted than this guy. I wanted him to take me, I wanted him to make me his. His tongue slid between my lips and danced with mine, his hands toyed with my breasts under my sweater until I was whimpering softly into his mouth. His touch was magnetic, I craved it like I craved breathing. He was doing incredible things to me, and the worst thing was, I just wanted more. I shivered at the thought of his tongue licking down my body, between my legs, sucking my clit until I cried out with pleasure.
     
    I wanted to wrap my mouth around his cock and suck until he came in my mouth and his whole body was shaking. I wanted to bring him to his knees with lust and desire for me. As he gnawed at my wet mouth, he pressed his crotch against my body and I felt his stiff erection poking me through his jeans. He was huge . I shuddered, imagining what it would feel like the first time he slid his hard cock inside of my soaked pussy. I wanted to take him all the way, I wanted to spread my legs and let him slide in until I was screaming.
     
    Breathlessly, I pulled away. He was staring at me, the lust wild and evident in his eyes. His lips were shiny with our mingled saliva and his breath was coming in damp bursts, just like mine. My heart was beating like a jackhammer in my chest and I felt painful arousal tugging at my crotch. More, my body was begging me. More, more, more.
     
    But when we weren’t touching, the reality of the moment sank in. I blushed and coughed, tasting alcohol. God, I’m really drunk , I realized. This is what I get for not having a drink in months . The bar around me was bleary and brightly-colored; I could tell that it had long since gotten dark outside. What the fuck was I doing in a bar with this hot stranger? Yeah, I wanted him. But oh god, did he ever look like trouble. And yet, there was something familiar about him.
     
    “I have to go home and take care of my son,” I blurted out. “He’s with a