I Had Sex With A Stranger From A Bar

I didn’t think a stop on the walk home would lead to sex with a stranger from a bar.

Believe me, sex with a stranger from a bar was the last thing on my mind after a day in the office. I’m always eager to get back to my couch and my Netflix after work. I want to sit down and get back to my snacks and my kitty cat. But honestly, today was a good day at work. I have good reason to congratulate myself. Not only did I get all my stuff done, but I got a little raise.

Okay, I guess it’s nothing to get too excited about (not like sex with a stranger from a bar, lol).

It’s the annual raise they give everybody. But who cares? Going forward, I’m going to appreciate every little thing. So, I stopped in at the cafe on the way home. I know they serve wine and beer, but I never take advantage of it. Seeing a seat at the bar, I slid onto one of the supple leather stools. I’ve never sat there before. I usually pick one of the overstuffed chairs in the corner, get a latte, and read a book. I ogle the cute baristas on the weekends. I might have even met an online date here a long time ago. But other than that, it’s never been a place I’ve considered for picking up guys. Certainly nothing like having sex with a stranger from a bar!

The bartender is yet another clean-cut bookish guy, no doubt working this as a side job while he puts in his hours to get his master’s degree. I really should come here more often, I make a mental note. I asked him for a Pinot Noir, and he winked at me and slid away. Um, well, if I were going to have sex with a stranger from a bar, I might pick him.

It wasn’t until then that I saw him. When I turned my head and followed where the bartender was walking, I looked further down the bar to my left. Suddenly, there he was. A man who looked familiar, but I was sure we had never met. His gaze was electrifying. I realized that he was already staring at me. When I caught him, he didn’t look away,  the way many others would when they are caught looking at you the way he was.

Our eyes met.

It’s difficult to put into words. I fell into them. I’ve rarely connected with someone so instantly. I saw his entire being by glancing into his eyes for a few seconds. And I could see him doing the same with me. I envied him having the few moments to observe me before I realized that he was there. He got a head start in our race. All jokes aside, this is how sex with a stranger really starts.

First, I felt myself tilt my head, as if to ask him if we knew each other. Then, he gave the tiniest of shrugs, as if to say, Maybe in another life? The bartender returned with my wine, and the man stepped in to say, in the most velvety of voices, that it should be put on his bill. I looked at him again, closer to me now. I could breathe him in. That’s it. Sex with a stranger from a bar is happening. I knew immediately I needed his essence inside of me.

My hand reached out for his waist.

I saw his eyes light up, and his arm immediately wrapped around my middle. We clicked glasses. He gave me his name. I think. I mostly stared at his eyes. Listened to his voice. Saw his smile. Smelled his skin. Imagined his fingers in my mouth.

“I live nearby,” I said. I hoped he would take the hint that I wanted sex with a stranger from a bar. He took it. He held my hand as I led him to my place. It was cluttered. He didn’t care. I tore off his shirt, shoes, pants, and anything else that got between me and his hard dick. He helped me strip off my dress and tights before we even got to the bedroom. I still have clothes shoved under my sofa.

It was amazing, fun, spicy, and thrilling to have sex with a stranger from a bar.

The strange thing is, we both knew it would only be once. He even said he doesn’t want a possessive, controlling girlfriend. However, I was cleaning up after he left, and I found a piece of paper with a number on it in my sheets. That’s so random. It was not there before. I think he left it there. Should I call?

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