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A Stranger At The Bar – Short Female Erotic Story
A Stranger At The Bar - Short Female Erotic Story
In our latest addition to our erotic stories, we follow Emma as she meets a beautiful stranger at The Clevander. As they go back to her hotel, their attraction takes over.
Booming music blasted the open air; from classic rock to dance to billboard hits, the atmosphere was raucous and splashy, reminding me of Spring break all over again.
Bikini-clad women roamed the patio bar in flip flops while the men wore mostly shorts and unbuttoned Tees. Unhindered noise rented the air, booze went round and friends rollicked to the rhythm of the electrifying music under the colourful fluorescent lights. It was The Clevelander after all, where the beats thumped all day and the people came to party!
I was still sipping on my Perfect Margarita when I felt her come up beside me. She said a quick hello as she took the chair next to mine, flashing a smile that I remember thinking was so contagious. She called for a Midnight Mojito and when the bartender turned his back to mix her drink, she looked away to her side, pinning her chin down to her shoulder and watching the live band that had just begun playing on the centre stage.
As she watched them, I watched her - beautiful in her lacy white bralette top with jean shorts that clung so closely to her clear skin…
She caught my gaze before I had a chance to look away. I blushed, embarrassed but she rewarded me with a forgiving smile. She held out her hand and said, “I’m Emma”
“Donna” I replied, shaking her hand, “I’m sorry I was staring” I blushed again.
“It’s fine” she kept her smile, “You live here?”
“Oh no, definitely not a Miami girl,” I laughed awkwardly, “I’m from Ohio”
The bartender slid her drink to her and she acknowledged his service with a nod, “Oh yeah?” she said, shifting her focus back to me just as she picked up her drink and lowered her head down unto the straw, “My parents are originally from Orlando.”
“Nice, I have friends who live there”
“Yeah, it’s a beautiful city, nothing like Miami though…”
“Oh no,” I chuckled, taking a sip from my drink, “not at all”
“Orlando is a haven for family fun which is probably why my parents have been stuck there for ages…” she went on.
Our conversation continued on the path of cities and then our experience at The Clevelander thus far, she was visiting with a friend who had strayed off with her boyfriend, leaving her to wander to my table, thank goodness!
After what seemed like an hour of interesting conversation, I insisted to pay for her drinks then sadly bade her goodnight… I didn’t want to leave her side, but I had to catch a flight back to work by morning.
“If it’s not too much to ask,” she stopped me as I stood to my feet, “Can I borrow your nightcap?”
“Sure, why not? I’m up at The Classic Queen room, wanna come up and get it?”
“Sure!” she agreed then joined me on her feet. Side by side, we made our way away from the bar and climbed the elevator up to my room, all the while giggling and chit-chatting.
At my door, I unlocked and pushed the door open and we both went in.
“Nice room” she complimented still standing. Her eyes roamed around the small space while I moved to the wardrobe to fetch a nightcap for her, “mine is much similar even though I left it in a messy state”
I chuckled, walking back to her, “I’m sure the staff would clean it up. Here you go” I said, handing her the satin nightcap.
“Thanks,” she muttered.
As she received the nightcap, our fingers brushed and she let the touch linger… the moment seemed to be happening in slow motion. I watched our hands stay connected and melted when she began to caress my fingers, I had wanted her all night and here she was, wanting me too.
I stepped closer so that I was standing a breath away from her. My nervous fingers moved up her face and slid behind her ear and she turned her head to the side and kissed them. She grabbed my wrist and brought my fingers to her lips, one by one, she planted soft kisses on each knuckle and I moaned from the sheer intimacy of that moment.
I lifted my fingers to the strap of her white bralette top, I slipped the narrow fabric off her shoulders and down her arms…. her breast, delicate and full greeted my eyes with erect and light pink nipples. “You’re so beautiful” I gasped under my breath.
She took my face into her hands and closed the distance between us with a kiss that felt as light as a feather, then, she slid her tongue into my mouth and I held onto her waist. We stood in the centre of that hotel room, kissing and moaning pleasurably into each other’s mouths. Her lips were soft and moist, the taste of her cherry Chapstick and Midnight Mojito filled my mouth and I could only tighten my eyes shut and ache between my thighs from the pleasure that her lips coursed through me. Emma broke our kiss to take my hand. She led me to my bed and we sat on its edge.
Gently, she planted a kiss to my lips then went to work on the buttons of my blouse. Her eyes dimmed with desire as my breasts came undone before her. She stroked the flesh with her fingers and worshipped both breasts with her eyes… I felt so beautiful before her.
She cupped my breasts in her palms and squeezed, pinching and pulling at the nipples, and I whimpered in utmost pleasure.
When she lowered her head down to my chest and took my right nipple into her mouth, I hissed in pleasure, sending both fingers into her long wavy hair. She licked both nipples interchangeably, caressing and massaging the breasts as she went
I was so turned on.
She moved her lips up to my neck and brought every inch of the skin alive with her kisses. My back dropped to the bed and I twirled under her as her lips licked my ears, down to my chest and back up again… “Oh, E-m-mmaa” I cried.
I grabbed her hand and slid it up my leg, between my pleated short skirt, guiding it up to my soaking wet panties. Emma cried as her fingers slipped into my wetness. She broke away from my chest and crawled down to my feet. Grabbing onto the sides of my panties, she slid them down my thighs and off my legs then, she pushed my legs as far apart as they could go and laid flat between my thighs.
Like unwrapping a candy, she parted the lips in between my thighs with her fingers and stroked the wet clitoris sitting in the middle. My toes curled down into the sheets. Tenderly, Emma caressed my clitoris with her fingers, spreading my juices as she went. When her tongue found me, I could almost not take it any longer, she stroked my clitoris with her firm warm tongue, greedily lapping up my juices and I moaned so loud that I didn’t care if the walls had ears. My waist rocked against her face and my fingers clenched the bedsheet for dear life.
Emma ate me up until I was screaming and trembling as I reached my climax.
She came up to my face and settled her lips on mine, gently yet with the most intense passion I had ever experienced, made her tongue dance against mine.
I reached for her breasts and fondled them… then, turning her over so that her back was on the bed, I began to leave kisses all over her body; I kissed her chest, down to her navel before burying my head in between her warm thighs…
She was dripping wet. Her juices dripped onto the white bedsheet but I didn’t mind. I entered her with my tongue and felt her fingers grab onto my hair. I wrapped my arms around both her thighs to keep them apart and began to work my tongue up and down, in and out of her….
I was so turned on from tasting her and the flow of her juices that I broke away from her mound. With her legs still spread apart, I made her lie on her side and slid between her legs until our wet clitoris were pressed against each other…
As firmly as we could, we glide up and down, rocking ourselves until I felt a wave of explosive energy building up inside of me. It rushed through my veins and in the most overpowering tone, I cried, “I’m cu-u-um=minggg!!”
She squirted and sank her nails into my thighs just as I exploded on top of her.
Written by Kylie Joy Terundu
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