Last Call Lust: A Steamy Encounter at the Bar

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It was last call at the bar, and the room was filled with coal black smoke and the sounds of hushed murmurs. The dim light flickered, casting shadowy shapes on the walls. The music was soft, melodious and soothing. Mixed drinks and beer bottles were littered all over the bar as the crowd began to thin out. It was the sort of night where people were either too drunk to care or too sober to leave. This was where the seekers of lust and passion lurked – the sort of people who were at all times on the lookout for a good time. And tonight was no different.

I sat at the bar, my dress hugging my curves in all the right places. My hair was a tangle of dark curls, cascading down my back in waves. My lips were red and pouty, and my eyes were dark and sultry. I knew I looked good, and I intended to use that to my benefit.

I sipped at my drink, surveying the room, my eyes taking in the numerous couples and singles. And that’s when I saw him. He was sitting all alone at the other end of the bar, propped up on his elbows, looking as though he was lost in wondered. He had broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw, and deep brown eyes that seemed to twinkle in the low light. He was the sort of man that a girl could get lost in, and I knew I wanted to get lost in him.

I downed the last of my drink and sauntered over to him, my heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floor. He looked up as I approached him, his eyes flickering over my body, lingering on my breasts. I smiled seductively and leaned in close, my breath hot on his neck.

“Want to buy me a drink?” I whispered, my lips brushing his earlobe.

He turned to me, his eyes dancing with amusement. “I think you’ve had enough to drink already,” he replied.

I leaned in closer, pressing my thigh against his. “Well, maybe I just want to talk,” I murmured.

He laughed softly. “All right, I’ll buy you a drink. But only if you promise to leave with me after.”

I grinned wickedly. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

We chatted idly for a while, trading stories about our jobs and our favorite bands. But all the while, I could feel the heat between us growing, building until it was almost unbearable. I knew that he was feeling it, too, by the way he kept staring at me, his eyes darkening with desire.

By the time we finished our drinks, the bar was empty except for us. The bartender was wiping down the counters, and the music had been turned off. It was just us, alone in this smoky, seductive world.

He stood up and offered me his hand. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s get out of here.”

I followed him out onto the street, the cool breeze sending shivers through my body. We turned down a side alley, and I could feel my heart racing with anticipation. I knew what was coming, and I was more than ready for it.

He pushed me up against the wall, his lips meeting mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over my body, groping at my breasts and sliding down to my hips. I moaned into his mouth, pressing myself closer to him. He was hard against me, his dick pressing into my thigh, and I could feel the desire building in me.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, nibbling at my flesh. His hands moved to my dress, pushing it up over my hips. I kicked off my heels, letting them clatter to the ground as he slid my panties down my legs. I was completely exposed, my body aching with need.

He grabbed my ass and lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He thrust himself into me, and I moaned with pleasure. He was hard and thick, slamming into me over and over again. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as he rode me hard.

We were lost in a frenzy of lust and passion, our bodies moving as one. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, drowning in sensation. We came together, our bodies shaking with the force of our orgasms. We collapsed against the wall, panting and sweaty and completely satisfied.

We stood there for a long time, holding each other close, enjoying the warmth and the pleasure. But all too soon, it was time to say goodbye.

He kissed me one last time, his lips soft and tender. “Until next time,” he whispered.

I smiled at him, feeling a warmth spreading through my body. “Until next time.”

I watched him walk away, his broad shoulders disappearing down the alleyway. And I knew that I had just had the encounter of a lifetime – one that I would never forget. Last call lust had been more than just a fling – it had been an unforgettable experience.
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