A Stranger Fingered Me At The Bar: An Erotic Sex Story
It was a Saturday night at the hottest bar in town, and I was ready to let loose. I had worn my favorite low-cut dress with a pair of black stilettos, and I felt confident and sexy.
I was sitting at the bar with a few of my friends, laughing and enjoying the night. I felt someone’s eyes on me, and when I turned to look, I saw a tall, handsome stranger making his way towards me. He had a mischievous glint in his eye that made my heart skip a beat.
He sat down next to me and we exchanged a few pleasantries before he leaned in to whisper something in my ear. My heart raced as he told me how beautiful I was and how he wanted to take me home.
I blushed and hesitated, but I was intrigued. He asked me to dance and I accepted. We danced close together, our bodies pressed against each other as we moved to the music. I could feel his desire, and I felt myself growing aroused.
The music changed and we stepped away from each other. He kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and then he put his hand on my thigh, slowly sliding it up my dress. I gasped as his fingers found my clit, gently rubbing it through my panties.
The pleasure was intense, and I wanted more. He cupped my ass and pulled me closer, his fingers still massaging my clit. He moved his hand lower, pushing my panties aside and slipping a finger inside me. I gasped, my body trembling with pleasure. He continued to stroke me, pushing deeper and faster until I was moaning and panting with pleasure.
I felt my orgasm building and I couldn’t take it anymore. I begged him to stop, and he complied. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. We stumbled back onto the dance floor and continued to move together until the music stopped.
He leaned in for one last kiss and then he left, disappearing into the night. I was left standing there, aroused and aroused, my panties soaked with my desire. I ran my hands over my body, feeling my nipples harden and my clit throb.
I was still feeling the aftershocks when I returned to my friends. They asked me what had happened, but I just smiled and shrugged. I could still feel his fingers inside me, and I knew I would never forget this night.
