Titi’s Erotic Notes: An Amorous First Meeting
Titi's Erotic Notes

Titi’s Erotic Notes: An Amorous First Meeting

Titilayo Olurin

A minute was all I needed to decide that I liked him. The dark, lean man whose tight fitting grey pullover showed off strong, well-toned muscles. This man with a mysteriously dark sensual aura that I could almost touch. He was not tall – this man, the bartender who smelt strongly of alcohol. Not in a way that was towering, anyway. He was not short either and he certainly wasn’t the finest of men. But his perfectly chiseled jawline and beautiful deep-set eyes made him the most attractive.

“Do you want some more drink?” His sultry, baritone voice sent a wave of desire through my body.

“Yes, please. A glass,” I replied, stealing glances at his firm, steady hands as he set two short glasses on the counter and filled them with wine. I imagined them – his hands – gently caressing my full breasts before moving on to my thighs.

“Hold that thought,” he said, giving one of the glasses to me with his hand deliberately grazing mine.

“Huh? What thought?” My free hand moved to my neck and began to fidget with my horse pendant, wondering how it was even possible that he could read my thoughts.

He smiled, the slight dimple on his upper left cheek deepening. “The one you’re having. I can read it all over you.”

“Oh!” I felt my cheeks flush and chose an invisible spot on the ceramic tiled floor to stare at.

“C’mon, you don’t have to look so embarrassed.” He came around the bar, and placing a hand on my waist, drew me up from the high bar stool I sat on. When he made sure that I was close enough, he held a finger under my chin to raise my face to his. Looking right into my eyes with that same deep penetrating gaze he had given me the moment I stepped into the bar, he said, “I want you, just as much as you want me.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the minty freshness of his breath caressing my cheeks or the smell of his distinctly masculine and musky scent combined with the smell of alcohol gently tickling my senses but hot needles of desire began searing through my nerves. I suddenly felt something wet and warm along with a gentle throbbing between my thighs.

“You do, don’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question. He was right; he knew he was. I had no reason to stay any longer than I already had, especially since I had spent the entire evening here. Yet, here I was standing with a man I barely knew alone in a bar, out in the middle of nowhere.

“You want me, right?” His finger had moved up to my lips and was stroking them. Without waiting for my response, he placed his lips firmly on them, parting them with his tongue and sucking on one after the other. He gently teased with his teeth and tongue, biting and nibbling, sucking and caressing. The kiss lingered, eliciting a loud sigh of pleasure from me.

“You like that?” His words were muffled against my lips but I heard him clearly and nodded in response. He trailed kisses from my mouth down to my breasts. Then slowly, he trailed them back up and let them linger on my lips again before he began nibbling on one of my earlobes.

Suddenly, he stopped and stepped back with his arms folded across his chest, ready to watch me undress as he ordered, “Get out of your clothes.”

“Here? Now?” I asked, stunned.

“Why not? We’re the only two here. Besides, the bar’s closed,” he said, with some irritation creeping into his voice.

“Okay,” I obeyed, loosening the knot of my yellow halter neck dress behind my neck and letting the dress fall to my feet before stepping out of it. I was unhooking my bra when he said, “Here, let me help you.”

Slowly but skillfully, he unhooked my bra with a hand before placing one perfectly round and full naked breast then another in his mouth. He flicked my now hardened nipples with his tongue and caused waves of pleasure to vibrate through my body, up my thighs, and between my legs. Then he removed my G-string and let it slide down my legs to the floor before lifting me and sitting me up on the counter with his hands firmly on my waist.

With unhurried, sensual movements, he spread my legs, buried his face in my cunt, and caressed my wet folds with his tongue. The tip of his tongue teased my cunt and I responded by spreading my legs wider to urge him on. My body shuddered and my head fell backward as I felt his tongue on my most delicate part. The throbbing between my thighs increased, and more warm, wet juices seeped out of me. The more he licked the juices, the more I felt the warmth of my wetness flow from me.

His fingers began to stroke my clit slowly and steadily. They poked around my insides and made shudder some more.  I gripped his shoulders and dug my nails into them, then I moaned, whimpered, and cried. Reaching for his trousers, I unzipped it, and released his long, thick, hard cock.

“Wait!” He went round the bar, searched for something behind it, and returned with a condom, which he quickly placed over his penis.

When he was done, I hungrily pushed my wet pussy, now dripping with warm, clear juices, towards him and almost as soon felt his thick cock pressing into me, pushing against me, and sliding into me. His thrusts were slow and gentle at first, then they became faster and more urgent. And as he continued to thrust, he covered one stiff, hard nipple with his mouth and caressed the other with his hands, circling and gently squeezing it. Then taking his mouth off the nipple, he pinched and stroked both nipples till I was sure I could take no more.

Wrapping my legs around his waist and holding on to his lean, muscled arms was all I could do to keep from writhing and quivering out of control. He pushed and shoved harder and deeper, making sure his entire shaft filled my insides. Ready to explode, I let out a sharp cry, writhing in pleasure, satisfied that this bartender was all that I had imagined him to be, grateful that I had made up my mind about him within that same minute I took my position in front of him at the bar, while I waited to be served, and happy that I chose to wait till everyone left, even my friends.

He groaned, just as I moaned, our bodies giving in to the ripples of pleasure that surged through us with each of his thrusts. Pushing, shoving, and stroking some more, he made me shiver, and within minutes, we were climaxing.

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