The Bar 3

This place was driving you crazy. Your head was spinning. “Are you ok?” My God that voice. One of the main reason your head was spinning. This woman. The bartender. You look deep into her eyes. Lost in a mindful of dirty thoughts. Her gaze never leaving yours and for the short seconds before you spoke, it felt like hours. “I’m good,” you said sternly. She walked close to you. “You can stop at anytime,” Mila said. Her soft lips inches from yours. Why was she doing this? She had to know she was driving you crazy. You push a small strand of hair out of her face. Her hand grabbed yours. It was like electricity going through your body. She slid your hand down…your fingers grazing her sweet lips. You could’ve sworn you felt her tongue tease your passing fingers. She put your hand on her chest. You could feel how hard her heart was beating. You couldn’t take anymore. You moved your hand quickly to her throat and pushed her against the wall. You could see fire and lust burning in her eyes. You use your other hand to rip open her top then kiss her hard. Your tongue sliding between her lips . Her moan was more than you could take. You pick her up…her legs wrapped around your waist. Your mouths devouring each other. Your Cock felt like it would rip through your pants. You squeezed her ass tight and kissed down her throat. Fuck your mind was intoxicated with her. “We have to stop,” she said breathlessly. “Why?” Grinding up into her. “Because…..there oh fuckkkkkkkkkk” your hands had found their way inside her panties. The heat coming from between her legs could’ve melted ice. You finger parted her wet lips.