Her [with a wry smile]: “We are going to get thrown out”
Me: “I’m okay with that.”
Her [laughing]: “Well should we be worried about them?”
Me: “Group of adults drinking in a bar late at night… Nope”
Her: “I’m beginning to think you would just let me take my shirt off right here.”
Me: “I wasn’t going there, but now that I’m thinking about it, the thought is really turning me on. Are you offering?.”

It’s hot in the city this time of year, and we had attended a casual event earlier. She was wearing a tight, mint colored cotton tank top. She has small breasts and her bra was thin and flimsy, the kind that is barely there. She began running her fingers around the neckline of her shirt, lifting and tugging at it, eyes fixed on me. I responded the way she wanted. Everything went quiet, The only thing I wanted in the world became my mouth on her breasts. She leaned in. She wanted to tease me, and feel my hungry kiss against her mouth. She was toying with fire.

A wave of heat between my legs. Adrenaline surging in my veins. I wanted to tear her nipple off with my teeth, taste her blood, feel it drip down my chin, give her that hungry kiss at the back end of her ragged scream. I didn’t lean in to meet her. I leaned back so the table she was concerned about had a better view of her, and my gesture was clear, it said, ‘don’t stop, pull it back further’… and she did. Damn she gets under my skin when she is such a good girl, so so good. My breath stopped, and my cunt jerked. God she looked amazing and I was surprised by all the ways that I suddenly, desperately wanted her in that moment.

I leaned in, covered other’s view of her with my body and slid one hand into her bra to work her nipple. The other hand went to her neck. We kissed jerkily, greedily both of us pushing into the other… ravenous.

After I had wound us down, she was the first to speak. She said while I kissed the bridge of her nose, “I won’t wear a bra next time.”

I ran this morning. I had one of the most hard core fantasies with myself as the Dominant I have had in a long time. When I got to the last quarter mile I was surprised by where I was and realized I could not recount anything beyond the first quarter mile of the run.