Drinks with Shelia [18+]

Shelia laughed loudly, fixing her tank top to be more suited for work, “Yeah, I know. I can’t wait for this shift to be over. I have a lot more I want to do to you.”

“I don’t like the sound of that.”

“But I’ll love the sounds you’ll be making.”

Shelia knows how to smooth talk me into anything, and out of my clothes too. I tried to do the same to her, but she just laughed at my attempt at being suave. As a little punishment for my terrible words, she reached over and fondled my breasts for a moment. She tried to pull down the zipper to my hoodie, but I gave her hand a smack, saying that she’ll have to wait until tonight. She took a few steps back and pouted, sticking her tongue out. After acting like a spoiled little kid, she took out her phone and looked at it.

“Fuck,” Shelia sighed, “Four more hours of this shit.” She turned around and looked at the other side of the bar. “Awesome, there’s no line to the bathroom. I’ll be right back, babe.” Shelia winked at me before walking behind her coworkers to get out from the bar counter, ducking into an open bathroom.

With nothing occupying my attention for the time being I took my phone out as well and started browsing through various comic websites, looking for any updates to things I’m reading. I saved a few new ones that grabbed my attention for later reading. My hand felt around for my drink and took another sip—I had to force down the now sour taste. Disgusted, I put the drink on the rubber mat in front of me, the sign that I was done with it.

“Gross.”

As I was looking at comics my phone vibrated and a little notification popped up at the top of my screen; it was a text message from Shelia. I stared at my phone, then over at the closed bathroom door that Shelia was behind.

Why did she text me? Is she okay?

I opened up the text and a full-length picture appeared on my screen. I quickly put my phone face-down on the counter, glancing around the bar again just to make sure nobody was watching me. I brought my phone back up, bringing it closer to my face.

In the text, there was an attached photo of Shelia. She was under a bright light, surrounded by white tile walls, and a toilet in the corner of the picture. She had her phone held directly in front of her, making sure she was perfectly in the frame. With a smug smile on her face, she had pulled down the edge of her tank top, her breasts fully exposed as she held them up with her arm. At the bottom of the picture was a caption that said, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Liz baby.”

At this point, all of my urges were going wild. My nipples were stiff against the small padding of my bra, my leg kept jittering anxiously, and my panties were starting to annoy me. I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to hold out until Shelia got home from her shift at work. I looked at the bathroom door, then around the bar again. At a few of the tables various couples were locking lips, wrapping their arms around each other for long hugs and embraces, whispering sweet nothings in hopes of bedroom play.

“Fuck it,” I said.

I replied to Shelia’s text, telling her to open the bathroom door. In less than ten secpnds I saw the bathroom door open and Shelia’s head was sticking out. She had a bright smile on her face, biting down on her lower lip. To make sure I didn’t lose my spot, I took off my hoodie and put it on top of my bar stool, showing that it was taken. I carefully walked through the crowded walkway, bumping into a few people who were dancing around to the music. When I made my way to the other side to the bathrooms, I stood in front of the door, Shelia with her head out.

“Take the top off,” I commanded.

“It already is,” she replied.

I opened the door just enough for me to slip inside and locked it behind me.


Copyright © 2019 by Luka Tatsujo

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