“So, how long have you been coming to this bar?”
Emilia had to take a moment to try and think. However, instead of actually backing up and attempt to recollect her thoughts, she wrapped her arms tighter around my waist and straddled on my legs, “Let’s see… I moved to the area a little over a month ago but didn’t started trying out places until about the tenth, so… I’d say this is my third or fourth time coming here.”
“Oh yeah? What made you decide to come check out the bar?” I casually asked as my fingers crept their way up her back. Her skin was surprisingly soft to the touch and she was more open to the thought about tonight than I thought. When they reached her the ends of hey shoulder blades, there was a thick strip of cloth and webbing that I recognized just by touch alone: her bra strap
“I always saw the place filled with people,” she began, “so I thought it would be a nice place to meet new people. Though, to be honest, I haven’t really met anybody.” Emilia leaned forward, our breasts pressed up like somebody forcing balloons together, and she whispered into my ear, “At least, until tonight.” Her breath on my ear was a warm, honey scented cloud that only made me want her more. To my surprise, even though my hands were already in the process of undoing her bra strap, Emilia went ahead and undid it herself, sliding her arms through and wrapping the solid blue bra around my neck like a clothes hook.
“How often do you come to the bar, Claire?” Emilia asked with a tint of intrigue.
With the bra out of the way, my fingers started traveling in a new direction, making their way back down her back and stopping right at her waist, “At least once a week. I know the guy who owns the place, so I get whatever I want for free.”
In an attempt to match her seductive mindset my hands slid into the waistband of her skirt and into the back of her panties. The lower my hands went, the hotter Emilia’s body became. She lifted her hips for just a moment while I managed to take off her black laced underwear; they slid down with ease and hung off by one of her ankles.
It seemed like just feeling the very edge of my fingers brushing against her legs was enough to get Emilia to let out a small moan, “You know, it’s not exactly fair if I’m the only person who isn’t wearing their underwear.” Her hands started making their own moves, moving away from my waist and grabbing onto the bottom of my black, thin long-sleeve top. Carefully lifting it up and over my breasts, Emilia kept her bright blue eyes on me while she undid the front hook on my plain white bra.
I can’t believe I’m really doing this… I never imagined my first time would be in the bathroom of a bar. I always imagined it would be in my apartment, on the couch, while we’re in the middle of watching a movie. Maybe it’s the booze giving me the extra courage to do it right now.
During my fantasy, I didn’t realize when Emilia opened my bra and started fondling me. The bathroom was connected to the central cooling unit in the bar, but her hands were almost ice cold. But the strange sensation of her cold fingers on my heated body mixed perfectly. I put my hands on top of hers and looked back at her, “Don’t be afraid to be rougher with them. I can take it.”