At The Bar

We Would Kiss

But I know I am being silly. It's stupid, I know it is. The universe isn't talking. It's just a set of coincidences, that's all. I mean, it's fun to pretend, especially for a lonely heart.

Easy to fantasize about a beautiful woman walking in and sitting next to her husband. After a quick kiss and formalities about their day, the topic of Valentine's gifts comes up and he has to reveal he doesn't have anything. She wouldn't be the type that shows how furious she is. She would keep it to herself while in the crowded bar because she doesn't want to ruin anyone else's evening. So she gets quiet, really quiet to show him she's upset. Quiet to the point she doesn't want to dance or even drink.

He would apologize and try to explain himself, but she wouldn't listen. It would be too late to apologize in her opinion. Her mind would be made up because she is tired of him not being open and honest with her. That she wants someone that thinks of her first.

That's where I would come in. I would walk up to her and apologize for interrupting her night. I then would tell her some honest compliment, such as her eyes are prettier and have more fire than Electra's. I would then apologize for being so forward and that I didn't mean to bother her before walking away.

But before I walk away she would ask something like, "You read Elektra? Or you talking about the Netflix show?" To which I would come back and say that I was referring to Wolverine's Enemy of the State comic, which is my favorite comic with Elektra.

"Thanks," I tell the bartender as she puts my new drink in front of me.

With a faded smile, I go back to my fantasy. Where I ask the pretty woman if she would like to sit and talk with me on the patio as it is not as loud outside. She would of course say yes, and when her husband complains she would tell him to shut up. That he can sit and drink with his friend like he normally does.

The two of us would go on the patio and talk. Talk about everything. From Stephen King's new book, to how there's an overload of superhero movies, to horrid t****k's trends that everyone seems to talk about. Talk about any and everything.

And I would listen and learn about her. Learn about what she does for a job, listen to her hobbies and listen to what she loves. And with each word I would fall more in love as we would be perfect for each other. Through we would be different people, we would have a connection that couldn't be denied.

Of course we would have too much to drink. Drink after drink would arrive, both of us tipsy and happy at finding someone so special. Not sloppy drunk or anything, but just tipsy enough to be happy. This would power the two of us to become more "excited," to which we would act on it. The normal social fear would disappear, and we would find ourselves being honest with what we want.

We would kiss, but it would be magical to the point we aren't even sure how it happens. We wouldn't know who started it or when it started. We just pull back, seeing that we found ourselves in a kiss, her sweet tasting lips leaving their flavor on my own. And from that kiss we would kiss again, becoming more and more passionate.

The kiss would lead to touching. Each of us feeling the other, where she would discover that even if I'm a nerd, I do go to the gym. That my body is fit and ready to please her if she wants. And I would get to feel every inch of that feminine beautiful body.

Unable to help ourselves, we would want more. With her being daring, she would suggest we go behind the large display case that's in the corner of the patio. She would suggest this while giggling, feeling free to even suggest it. She would feel that she can be honest and free with me. That I won't think bad of her like her husband would.

And once we are behind that display case she would kneel and eagerly reach for me. There she would take my hard manhood in her mouth, hungrily. She would put so much energy into pleasuring me as for the first time in a long time, it is something she wants to do instead of an act that will make her husband shut up.

She would be confident enough to share that she wants to feel like a w***e, knowing it isn't what she really is. Wanting to feel something new, she would beg me to be aggressive with her, to make her really feel the passion. That she is tired of her husband treating her as some gentle flower that will crumple in the wind.

I would give her what she wants too but be safe about it. Such as holding her head and thrusting hard as she pleasures me, feeling my manhood running over her lips and into her throat. When I do this, she would make all manner of sloppy noises, not to mention moans as I jerk her head up and down my manhood.

This would lead to so much more as I would take her further than she has ever gone, such as ripping her shirt. Destroying it to make sure there are consequences for both of us. There I would open her bra and expose her breasts, making sure she feels how much passion I hold for her as her breast are fully exposed.

There I would grope, feel and pleasure her large breasts, with her feeling overwhelmed in the best way. Overwhelmed at thinking how she will have to walk out of here with her bra showing, everyone knowing something happened. The danger and feeling of it would be so strong and knew she may even o****m off it.

I would have her get on her hands and knees to be able to hoist her skirt up. There her panties would be ripped off and tossed away, to never been seen again by her. With her skirt lifted, I would take her hand and put it on her own c**t. There I would make her rub herself until she orgasmed, all while I insert my c**k back into her mouth.

This session would end at my car, where I would bend her over the hood, right there in the parking lot. It would be dark and everyone would be in the bar, so it's not like anyone would care. There we would be like two teenagers in love, exploring each other's bodies and feeling special.