In the dimly lit corner of the bustling city bar, long, wavy locks of auburn hair cascaded down the back of a partially unclothed woman. Her toned, tanned shoulders peeked through the straps of her black lace lingerie. A delicate, intricate tattoo graced her shoulder blade, its meaning unfathomable to the unknowing eyes.
A man, drawn by her raw beauty, approached her. His gaze lingered on the curve of her spine, tracing the path down to the small of her back, where her lingerie barely hid the curve of her ass. Her eyes flicked up, catching his stare, and a coy smile played upon her lips.
Their connection was instant, and as he slid into the booth beside her, their thighs brushed together, sending a shiver down her spine. Her lips parted, and she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear.
“Wanna get out of here?” she whispered.
He nodded, and they slipped out of the bar, their desire palpable. As soon as the door closed behind them, she pulled him into a nearby alley, pressing her body against his.
Their lips met, and their tongues danced, tasting the mixture of whiskey and want. He ran his hands through her hair, tugging gently, as she moaned against his mouth. She reached down, caressing his growing erection through his pants, and he groaned, his hands wandering to her breasts.
He traced the outline of her nipples through the lace, and she shivered, biting her lip. She pulled away, grasping his hand, and led him to a nearby wall, pressing her back against it. Her hips ground against his, and he reached down, hitching her leg around his waist.
She kissed him again, harder this time, as he fumbled with the straps of her lingerie. It fell to the ground, leaving her in only her heels and tattoo. He broke the kiss, looking down at her, his eyes filled with desire.
He leaned down, taking her nipple into his mouth, and she gasped, her hands clenching in his hair. He sucked and nibbled, his other hand wandering down her body, between her thighs.
“Please,” she whispered, her head thrown back against the wall.
He slid a finger inside of her, feeling her wetness. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He added another finger, fucking her harder, and she cried out, her breath hot and heavy against the cool night air.
“Now,” she demanded, her voice husky. “Fuck me now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He unzipped his pants, freeing his aching cock. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked on hers. She nodded, and he thrust into her, hard.
She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. He began to move, his hips slapping against hers, their bodies slick with sweat. He leaned down, whispering filthy things into her ear, and she moaned, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Their moans filled the alley, a symphony of pleasure and desire. He reached down, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts, and she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her.
He followed her over the edge, his cock twitching inside of her as he came. They stayed there, panting against each other, as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
He pulled out, tucking himself back into his pants. She picked up her lingerie, smiling up at him.
“Wanna come back to my place?” she asked.
He nodded, and they left the alley, their bodies sated but ready for more.
