I'm sitting at the bar, the cool metal of the stool beneath my bare thighs, wearing just a white t-shirt and a pink skirt. My boyfriend is off chatting with friends, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I notice you at the end of the bar, your gaze lingering on my legs, my ass, my tits. It feels as if your eyes are a physical touch, stirring a desire within me.
I shift uncomfortably on the stool, trying to ignore the heat building between my legs. I decide to use the bathroom, hoping a splash of cold water on my face will help cool me down. As I stand, I can feel your eyes on my ass, and a smile creeps onto my lips. I know I look good, and I sense your interest.
The bathroom is empty when I enter, the cool tile floor a stark contrast to the warmth of the bar. I lock the stall door behind me, letting out a sigh of relief as I sit down. Just as I'm about to stand up, I hear the door to the bathroom open. I freeze, listening as footsteps approach my stall. Suddenly, the door swings open, and there you are—the stranger from the bar. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight of me, my panties down, my pussy exposed and glistening.
“Well, well, well,” you say, your voice a low growl. “Looks like I found a little snack.”
I’m shocked, my heart pounding in my chest. I open my mouth to scream, to yell for help, but nothing comes out. I’m frozen, my eyes locked on yours. You step closer, your gaze roving over my body, taking in every inch of me. I see the lust in your eyes, the bulge in your pants, and I can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement.
“Don’t worry, princess,” you say, your voice a low growl. “I won’t bite… unless you want me to.”
I’m confused, my mind racing. What makes you think you can just walk in on me? But there’s something undeniably hot about your assertiveness. I look up at you, our eyes locked. You step closer, your hand reaching out to touch my cheek. I lean into your touch, my gaze never leaving yours.
“You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” you say, your voice a low growl. “I bet you’re a good girl, aren’t you? I bet you’re a good girl who likes to be bad.”
