Mental Stimulation Ch. 3

The last time we traveled together, he seemed a little miffed that the bartender was a lot friendlier toward me than she was toward him. I also gained some insight into his particular viewing preferences.

Apparently, all my imagination needed was those two pieces of information...

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We'd sit down near the bar, looking over the drink menu. I'd be trying to decide between a few different IPAs when the bartender would walk up to our table, ready to take our order.

She'd immediately catch my attention; my eyes would roam over her face, her hair, and down her body. Before it became obvious that I was checking her out, I'd return my gaze to the menu while he ordered a whiskey.

"Hi," I'd say with a smile. "I want to try a new IPA, but can't decide which one. Do you have a recommendation?" I'd keep an easy smile on my face while I awaited her response.

"How about I surprise you?" she'd ask, smiling warmly at me.

"That sounds great!" I'd watch her walk away out of the corner of my eye while folding my menu and placing it back on the table in front of me.

We'd continue chatting over our drinks, and I'd feel myself becoming bolder as the night wore on. My smile would be brighter, my tone more flirtatious as we moved from topic to topic. He'd remain his usual stoic self, engaging amicably but giving me infuriatingly little to work with.

When our drinks began running low, I'd volunteer to get us another round.

I'd make my way up to the bar, making eye contact with her as I set our empty glasses on the counter.

"So, how'd you like it?" she'd ask, collecting our glasses.

"Oh, it was delicious," I'd say sweetly, giving her a small smile.

She'd return my smile before turning around to grab me another beer out of the reach-in cooler, and I'd have to pull my gaze away from the round curve of her ass as she bent over.

I'd lean on the bar, intentionally looking anywhere but her, trying to appear casual.

She'd turn back around and set both drinks on the bar next to me, her tattooed arms briefly catching my attention.

"Enjoy," she'd say with a wink.

I'd chuckle softly, pay the tab and, semi-reluctantly, make my way back to our table. As I walked, I'd give a quick backward glance over my shoulder, a small thrill rushing through me to find that she was still watching me.

As I sat back down at the table, I'd be startled to look back and find him watching me intently.

I'd feel my cheeks color, wondering how long he'd been watching me watch her.

The corners of his lips would curl into a smirk as he raised an eyebrow at me. He'd lean conspiratorially toward me, closing the gap between us.

"Like what you see?" he'd say teasingly.

My mouth would open in surprise before I quickly closed it, giving a quiet scoff as I worked to regain my composure.

"I'm not sure what you mean," I'd say coyly, a small smile playing upon my lips.

"Oh, come on," he'd say. "I've been watching you watch her all night."

I'd pick up my beer and take a deep pull to buy myself some time as my thoughts began to swirl. I'd swallow louder than I intended to, setting my glass slowly back on the table before bringing my eyes back to meet his.

"Well," I'd say. "So what if I have been watching her? She's gorgeous, and to be fair, she was looking at me first."

His smile would widen into a grin.

He'd pick up his drink, ice cubes softly clinking as he raised it to take a sip.

"Well," he'd say, "what are you going to do about that?"

My brows would furrow slightly as I took a beat before replying.

"Do?" I'd ask innocently.

He'd raise his eyes toward the bartender, then bring them back to me, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

"What exactly do you propose I do?" I'd ask with some hesitation, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Aren't you curious?" he'd ask.

I'd look at him, not saying anything, waiting to see where he was going with that.

"Curious how her skin would feel under your fingertips, how her lips would feel against yours," he'd continue.

I'd audibly gulp, licking my lips as I considered my response, knowing that the heat rising to color my cheeks was giving him all the confirmation that he needed.

He'd settle back in his chair, crossing his leg over his knee and looking at me expectantly.

"Well..." I'd say haltingly, "yes, as a matter of fact, I am." I'd straighten in my seat, letting some of my earlier boldness settle back over me. "Why? Do you wish to watch us hook up?"

His mouth would widen into a grin, eyes lighting up with a hint of excitement. "I'd love to watch you try," he'd say.

My gaze would drift back toward the bar, considering my next move. I'd bring my eyes back slowly to meet his before letting a small smile settle on my lips. "Noted, Sir."

He'd bring his drink to his lips and take a big swig, emptying the glass and fixing me with an expectant look.

I'd finish off my own drink and stand up to make my way back to the bar.

I'd take a deep breath as I approached, steadying myself. As she walked over to me, I'd speak. "So, you definitely win at drink recommendations! Do you have any recommendations on what a girl can do around here for fun?"

She'd smile brightly at me, beginning the process of refilling our drinks without me having to ask. "Hmmm... well, what kind of fun are you into?" She'd set our drinks on the bar in front of me, leaning toward me with her elbows crossed on the bar.

I'd let my eyes wander over her face and down to her chest before bringing them back up to meet hers. "Something tells me," I'd start, leaning an elbow on the bar and twirling a strand of her hair around my finger, "I'm into the same kind of fun you are." I'd let her hair slip between my fingers, watching for her reaction.

She'd gasp softly, her mouth gently falling open before settling into a playful smile. She'd reach over and stroke a finger down the back of my hand, causing goosebumps to rise on my arms. She'd turn to her coworker to let them know she was taking her break, giving me a quick but meaningful glance as she disappeared into a side hallway.

I'd pick up our drinks and turn around to bring them back to him, who had clearly been watching this entire exchange with interest. I'd place the drinks on the table and wordlessly turn around to follow her.

The hallway would offer some privacy from the rest of the bar, though conveniently, not from where he was sitting.

I'd feel his gaze upon my back as I walked toward the hall, where she'd be waiting for me.

As soon as I crossed the threshold, she'd reach out and encircle my wrist with her fingers. Without warning, she'd pull me close to her and plant her lips on mine.

My body would stiffen momentarily in surprise before softening into her kiss. I'd part my lips and she'd deftly slide her tongue into my mouth, gently probing while pushing me so that my back was against the wall.

I'd bring my hands down to settle on the curve of her hips, my fingers sliding through the belt loops of her jeans to pull her closer to me as we kissed more deeply.

She'd bring one hand up to the back of my head, keeping me firmly planted against the wall. Her other hand would slide down my neck, across my collarbone, before landing on my breast. Her thumb would graze over the hardened peak of my nipple, my body continuing to respond intensely to her touch.

I'd turn my head to the side, taking a moment to catch my breath. As I did, my eyes would land on him, watching us.

My stomach would clench at the sight as she moved her mouth to my neck. She'd begin kissing and gently nibbling on the exposed flesh while I maintained eye contact with him, my breaths coming in quick gasps.

I'd slide my hand down to the firm, round curve of her ass, giving it a deliberate squeeze, knowing he could see it all. I'd watch as his eyes moved down to track my hand before slowly coming to rest back upon my face. I'd note the slight tension in his jaw, though his expression would stay otherwise unchanged.

I'd turn my attention back to her, moving a hand under her chin to bring our mouths back together. Her tongue would fill my mouth once again as she probed deeper, asking for even more.

Her hand would continue to knead my breast as our hips moved against one another. She'd bring her other hand down to the waistband of my jeans, slowly sliding her thumb inside as if requesting permission.

I'd press my back against the wall, making room between us as I unbuttoned my jeans, momentarily breaking our kiss. I'd glance quickly over at him and see that some color had risen to his cheeks as he continued to watch us.

She'd giggle as I turned my attention back to her, her hand sliding down my stomach and into my pants. She'd slide her hand into my panties and let out a quiet gasp as she felt how wet I was.

My hips would involuntarily buck as she pressed a finger at my entrance. I'd let out a quiet groan as her finger slipped inside my pussy and began to slowly move in and out. She'd huff out a laugh as she added another finger to the first and moved her thumb over the sensitive bud of my clitoris.

I'd bring her mouth back to mine and kiss her deeply while her fingers continued their ministrations. Knowing that his eyes were on us would be enough on its own to nearly push me over the edge, and I'd have to fight to prolong the experience.

My breathing would quicken as she drove her fingers harder and faster into my soaking, aching core, our tongues keeping pace as we kissed with abandon.

I'd come with a groan, feeling my pussy tighten around her fingers again and again. She'd slowly withdraw her hand from my pants, leaving me breathless against the wall.

She'd turn away as I buttoned my jeans, and I'd quickly reach out and bring her hand to my mouth, letting my eyes slide back to him as I licked my juices off her fingers.

She'd laugh before walking off, slipping a napkin with her number written on it into my hand.

I'd take a moment to catch my breath before walking casually back to the table and taking my seat. His eyes would burn holes into me as I approached, his expression carefully controlled despite the intensity of his gaze.

I'd slide the napkin with her number over to him and say, "Well, I got her number."

He'd look down at the napkin and back up to me, a slow smile curving the edge of his lips. "Good girl."

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I wonder what he would think about that.