Based on true events: Erotic bar story

Today I have a little erotic story for you. This is based on true events, something I have experienced myself. Ask for a photo of what I was wearing that night. I also have a video of me reading it; it might be posted on LoyalFans ;). Have fun!

It was a beautiful summer evening. The air was warm, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. The terrace where I was sitting was full; people were chatting everywhere, and somewhere further away, a band was playing a sultry jazz number. This was an evening you didn't want to end. My friends and I were just about to leave since they had to work in the morning. I offered to pay for the drinks this time. I walked up to the bar to get the bill. I leaned against the bar and let my gaze sweep across the square. Looking at the crowd.

I was never the person who looked for someone. But they always looked at me a certain way. I don't mean this in an arrogant way, but simply as a fact. Maybe it is my attitude. Maybe it is the way I walk into a room as if I belong there.
Maybe it didn’t help that my outfit was very alluring that day. I was wearing my high-knee black boots with a short black skirt and a white off-the-shoulder top. And I was decorated with gold jewellery. I couldn’t blame them for staring. I felt good. Free. Almost untouchable.

Then I saw him. Or rather: I noticed that 'he' saw me. At a high table with two friends stood a man who seemed to be in the middle of a story. His hands moved as he spoke, but he stopped halfway through his sentence. His gaze lingered. On me.

I held his gaze while I looked back calmly. No smile. No shy averted gaze. Just eye contact.
Long enough to visibly unsettle him. His friends tried to get his attention back, but it looked like his whole world had vanished except for me.

I couldn't quite suppress a smile. I was interested. Most men who I drew in tried to hide their impression. They pretended not to stare. As if they weren't getting shy and nervous.
He was apparently not very good at that. He was still looking my way.

I turned slightly towards him. Giving him a small invitation. Nothing more than that.

‘’Can I help you?’’ I was startled by the barman who wanted to help me. “Yes, I would like the bill for that table please’’ I said as I pointed towards the table where my girlfriends were waiting. As the barman got the Payment terminal ready and I tried to find my card in my bag, I felt a slight brush past my cheek and heard the beeps from the terminal. I looked up, and there was the man from the high table. Paying for my bill. Wow.

All I could do was look at him while I tried to process what just happened. I was with six friends and had three cocktails each, at least… After the second, I didn’t keep count anymore.
As he stood before me, I saw that he was taller than I had expected.
And that he had absolutely no idea what he was going to say. He took a deep breath before he could only spurt out, "Uh…" he began.

I raised one eyebrow. While I gave him a daring smile, showing him he had my attention. The corner of his mouth turned up.

"I actually had a really good opening line when I was still standing there."

"Instead, you paid my bill?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Do you do this often?"

He laughed. "No, never."

I slowly turned myself towards him, leaning more on the bar, showing off my curves. "Then why now?"

He nervously laughed and looked away, thinking about his answer.
‘’ You mesmerised me, and I wanted your attention.’’ He said shyly, scratching the back of his head.

‘’Then paying my bill was a good start. ’’ I crooked my head and looked at him, tempting.

His eyes went wide ‘’it felt really good doing it.’’

‘’Did you even look at the total amount?’’ I asked, nudging towards the terminal.

He started blushing heavily ‘’No, ’’ after a second he quickly added, ‘’but I'll never care; that’s the least you deserve.’’

‘’Good boy.’’

His face lit up instantly. ‘’Can I ask for your name?’’

I took a moment to think. I wanted to test him and see where this might go. " If you buy me another drink, I will maybe tell you’’.

For a second, he looked at me as if he realised what was happening. That this wasn't a conversation he was in charge of. He had to impress me, even more. And strangely enough, he didn't seem to mind at all. On the contrary.

His smile only grew bigger. "Okay," he said, "I actually quite like that."

I nodded towards the empty spot next to me at the bar.

"Good answer."

Somewhere deep down, I knew that this evening would turn out exactly the way I wanted.