Strangers in Bar 89
Author's note: Law & Order SVU and its characters are not mine, they are Dick Wolf's.
This is the first of a series of one shots. I call this The Sex Files SVU style. The second will be up tomorrow. I hope to do one a day until I reach about 15 or 20. Just want to take a break from Turning the Page, but not to worry I will be continuing that story, but sometimes I need to get away from a story to get perspective, so this is the product of that! LOL.
I really enjoyed writing this first one. By the way, Bar 89 is a real bar in SoHo in New York City. Enjoy! Reviews appreciated!
It was Tuesday night at about 730 pm. It was relatively a light night in Bar 89 in Mercer St because the weather outside was horrific. But still, the woman was there. She was sitting alone at the bar, having a dirty martini. She was very beautiful woman, with long dark brown hair, sparkling brown eyes emphasized by thick eyelashes, olive skin and legs that went on forever. She was dressed in a very sexy, tight fitting red dress that showed off all her curves to their greatest advantage. On other women the dress could have come off cheap. But not on her. Something about her screamed class all the way. She looked at ease, oblivious of the stares she was being given by the men around her.
She finished her drink and ordered another one from the bartender. When the bartender came back with it, she fished out her wallet to pay but she was stopped by him. "No need. Guy over there already paid for it." He motioned to a patron seated alone in the dining area.
The woman turned around and saw one of the handsomest guys she's seen in a long time. She drew her breath in a bit sharply but then she gave him a coy smile and raised her glass in thanks. The guy raised his bottle of Stella in acknowledgement and returned her smile.
The woman drank her martini and from time to time she would look at the man that sent her the martini. She could see that he was looking at her too. She adjusted her dress, making her cleavage pop a little more. Then she glanced at him and saw that he drank rather quickly. She knew she had his attention.
She pushed a little further. She saw that he had waved a server over and ordered another beer. When the server got to the bar to grab his drink she told him, "Hey, his drink?" She discretely indicated the man who had ordered from him. "On me. Put it on my tab."
The server nodded and then made his back to where the man sat. He gave the bottle of Stella to him and said, "Sir, the woman at bar said this one's on her."
"Really now?" The man's bright blue eyes glinted under the dim bar lights.
"Yes, sir." The server advised.
"Well tell her I said thanks." The man opened his wallet and gave the server a tip as he left.
The woman glanced at his direction then and this time, he was the first one to raise his drink. The woman smiled again as she raised her glass too. She shifted slightly in her seat as she drank and the man could see that her short dress had gone up half her thigh. His breath caught as he felt a surge of lust go through him.
He watched the woman now. She was ordering a third drink. When her drink arrived, she looked at his direction again and smiled before turning away once more. Damn, she was gorgeous. The thought of having sex with her, her taking in his big, hard cock ran through his mind and his cock twitched. He quickly drank his beer again trying to call his surging lust.
The woman had a couple of sips of her dirty martini then stood up. She left her coat indicating that she'd be back.
As she made her way to the stairs to the second floor, she glanced at the man. He was gorgeous alright. Though from the distance between them, his eye color wasn't discernible, she could see underneath his dark gray suit, that he was well built. He saw her gazing at him and he returned her stare. For a moment the two of them just looked at each other. Their gazes were intense and lustful. The woman smiled coyly and licked her lips. Then she inclined her head, mouthed "restroom" as if inviting him to join her before continuing up the stairs.
The man only hesitated a second before finishing his beer and following her to the restrooms. This was an easy thing to do since Bar 89 had unisex ones.
When he got there, he saw that she was waiting for him. They gazes locked into each other. The man's sapphire eyes and her chocolate ones bore into each other. There was no one else there but them. A moment passed and then without knowing who made the first move, their lips crashed into each other's.
The man cupped the woman's ass into his hands as they continued to kiss hotly, urgently, longing and need surging through them. The woman was already attacking his belt as the man maneuvered them into the toilet cubicle. As the toilet's door began to fog, turning it opaque, the man lifted the woman's skirt up to her waist still kissing her.
The woman had already succeeded in unbuckling his belt. She now unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. His pants dropped to the floor and the woman put her hands inside his boxer briefs. She gasped as she grasped his large, engorged, hard cock.
The man broke off their kiss and whispered in a tone harsh with desire, "You like that, babe?"
Mutely, the woman nodded and moaned. The sound she made served only to enflame the man even more and he ripped her panties off exposing her cleanly shaven pussy. He then shoved two fingers into her warm, wet and tight pussy, twisting them and sliding in and out.
The woman moaned. "Oh fuck."
"You like that?"
"Oh God, yeah. Feels so fucking good." The woman was flushed, her large breasts heaving up and down as she breathed rapidly.
The man went in search of her clit and when he found the bundle of nerves he started rubbing on it furiously. The woman tried to stay as quiet as possible but the sensations he was producing in her was so good and intense that she couldn't be completely silent. If there was anyone out there, they'd hear her moans and pants.
As he rubbed her clit, she stroked his big cock. It was so hard and she could feel pre-cum on the tip. "You're so big, so hard…please fuck me now. I want to feel your cock inside me."
Her words were heard and the man took out his fingers from her pussy. He showed her his fingers and she saw that they were dripping wet . Smiling naughtily, he began to lick his fingers savoring her juices that were there. She shuddered with hot need and continued her deliberate stroke of his cock.
When he had licked his fingers clean, he reached down to his waistband and pulled down his boxer briefs. The woman saw his engorged cock, standing straight practically to his stomach and gave a little smile. "Hmmm….I love big cocks. And you're very big. Fuck me now, please." Her words were a pained whine, evidence of the growing ache going in between her legs. "I want to feel that big cock inside my wet, tight pussy."
The man lifted her right leg, holding it in place with the crook of his elbow while her ass was supported by the sink inside the cubicle. Then with her guiding his cock to her wet slit, he gave a one strong thrust and breached her entrance. "Oh, God!" The woman gasped as her wet pussy took him all the way in. He was stretching her tight pussy, sheathing himself and he felt so good. "Baby, you gotta move."
The man didn't waste any more time and he pummeled into her, thrusting in and out, slamming his cock into her pussy. The woman grabbed - raked her fingers down his back and then clasped his ass, pushing him against her even more, making him go deeper and deeper inside her.
The man was perspiring and so was she. "God baby, you're not only gorgeous, but you're also tight and so wet. I love your pussy. I could fuck your pussy every night, you know that?"
The man put one hand against the wall of the cubicle and he continued to thrust against her. He moaned as he felt her pussy clench, and she knew she was close. "Oh, God, I'm so close." The woman whimpered. "Your cock's so good, so big…hmmm…"
"Yeah baby. Take it, take all of it. My cock feels so good inside your tight pussy."
The dirty talk drove the woman to her edge - her walls clamped against his cock and she started to quiver urging him to go faster. "Oh shit, I'm coming. Yeah, baby…so good, just like that. Ah!…."The woman tried to keep her moans and groans quiet again but was unsuccessful. "Holy shit! Ah, ahhh…"
The man continued to thrust inside her and when he felt her wet pussy become even wetter when she came, it drove him to his edge. "Fuck!" He shouted in ecstasy and his thrusting was frenzied, his cock spurting his semen onto her passageway, coating her inside.
When their orgasms faded, the man put down the woman's leg and he pulled out of her pussy. They were both breathing hard. "Wow, that was…" The man said, a blissful smile on his face.
"Yeah, it was." The woman agreed. She laughed then and pulled her dress down. Her panty was torn and so she gathered the remains and threw it in the trash can, glancing at the man with her.
"Sorry about that." He said apologetically. "I was eager to say the least."
The man put on his boxer briefs and his pants.
When they were dressed, the man opened the door cautiously and seeing that no one was there, he opened it and let the woman out.
The woman was about to walk away but then the man grabbed her hand and kissed her again. The woman kissed him back. When they broke apart, the man and the woman started laughing. "Oh my God, El! That was fun." Olivia said, grinning.
"Oh yeah, baby. It's always been my fantasy to make love to a sexy stranger in a bar….well at least to pretend to…thank you for making it come true. You're wonderful and so sexy and hot." Elliot replied, his blue eyes sparkling, his arms around her. "I love you."
"I love you too." She paused. Then mischief written on her face, Olivia asked, "My turn next time?"
"Of course." Elliot replied. "Just tell me the plan and I'm all yours."
"I'll hold you to that, El."
"I'll make sure you do."
Olivia laughed and gave him a slap in the butt.
"Ooh baby, I like that too." Elliot told her, only half joking and Olivia chuckled. "But right now, finish your drink and I'll have another one. Then when we get home, we get to do this again, in our bed. What do you say?"
Olivia laughed. "Let's do it!"
With that, they left the bathroom hand in hand and went downstairs to finish off the rest of their night.
Up next, Olivia and Elliot visit Manhattan's elite gentlemen's club, Scores as civilians and they're not undercover! What happens in the club and when they get home?