We've been watching each other all night. Even though we are with different groups of friends, our eyes keep meeting, stolen glimpses from them. As you sit across the room, i wonder who the blonde next to you is.. Your girlfriend, your wife?

She is talking, throwing her head back as she laughs, twirling her hair as she speaks.

As our table's conversation gets more interesting, my eyes wonder from you... But everytime i look up, there you are. Staring at me. The lights are dimmed, I see a cloud of smoke surround you as you suck your cigarette and exhale. Not taking your eyes off me. Something about that just turns me on. I bite my lip, imagining what shouldn't be... This excites me even more...

I can feel my pearl start to contract... The yearning for this stranger across the room. What spell have you cast on me?! Im usually very difficult to impress, no nonsense Bri, but you make me feel like an uncontrollable teenage groupie at a Bieber concert, wanting to faint at the very sight of him.

Reality hits when my friend says my name...

Everyone is looking at me..

I blush, feeling embarassed...

I look toward you and you are smiling, chuckling actually. This makes me mad. It's your fault I am not following the conversation at hand.

I decide to go to the bar to get a "forget the guy in the corner" drink and a shot.

As i wait, I feel a body behind me, breath on my neck, the smell of smoke and after shave. Even though i won't admit it, i hope it was you...

It is not.

I turn around, trying to hide my disappointment.

I decide to go outside onto the deck for some freah air, to get you out of my mind. Why am i mesmerised by you?

You are not my type. Total opposite actually. You're big, bald and tatooed, your muscles screaming to be released from your white vest... bad boy cliché personified. Your tight jeans leaving nothing to the imagination... Your ego probably just as big as your bicep.

You probably bang anyone and everyone that looks your way... Absolutely NOT my type!

But fuck, i have to have you!!

I go to the ladies and take off my now sopping black lace g-string having dutifully done its work as it's name suggests . . As I enter the bar you are not in your seat. Where are you? Have you left? Scanning the room I see you. You have moved from your table and are standing at the very spot i was earlier, watching me looking for you. How did you know?

I walk towards you. Our eyes never parting.

Without saying a word, i slip my panties into your hand and walk away.

You take your cue and follow me back to the bathroom. As you enter, you smell my lingerie and let out a moan. I can see your bulge growing, seeking release. You lock the door behind you. I breathe out heavily as you lift me up and put me down on the space between the basin and airdryer. Instantaneously, you lift my dress, bow done before and bury your head in my most intimate place. You are eating me like i have never been eaten before. I hear the slurps of you sucking my wetness, your nose slamming against my clitoris at every bop. My legs opening wider, i take your head and guide you. You oblige. I can feel that i am going to climax, i release your head and bare down on the counter as you push me over the edge of ecstacy!

Legs jerking, body convulsing, heart beat raging, i come undone..

Before you rise, you tease my rock hard clit, making me jolt at each flick of your serpent tongue. Your gaze mesmerizing.

As you lower your pants, your breathing increases. You pull me closer to the edge. I groan as you enter me, filling me with your ample member. I am surprised at your long slow thrusts...somewhat melodic... Not something I'd expect from a bad boy.

As if reading my mind, you increase your rhythm. Your eyes closing as you concentrate not to release. I don't want this moment to end, you feel so good inside me.

As i feel your cock expanding, i know whats coming. Three more hard thrusts and you explode, filling me with your hot, sticky jizz. As you pulsate inside of me, i cum again...

I feel you going limp. As you withdraw, i feel your cream sliding down my inner thighs, tickling.

You pull up your pants and as you hand me my lingerie, you give me a subtle kiss on my cheek.

I watch you leave.

As i gather myself, i can't stop smiling, I am drunk on ectasy. I go into a stall and wipe away the evidence you left.

I put my undies on and walk a little shaky, my legs a little weak. Trying to hold my pose, not alluring to the fact that I had just been ravished.

As I take my place at the table with my friends, i look over. Your place is empty. You are gone.

Wanting to pick up my phone, i feel something. There, on the table, in front of me is a cigarette box. On it, a ten digit number and the name Zac.

I smile as i put the box in my bag.

You're not such a bad boy after all...