I was sitting at the bar, a warm drink in my hand, tired but still alert. The music behind me was playing softly, but I wasn't paying attention anymore. Then I saw her. She walked in as if the whole world were parting for her, with that confidence, that sensuality that needs no effort to be noticed. My eyes were fixed on her immediately. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her long neck seemed to invite a touch. When she met my gaze, I felt a shiver run through my body, the kind of shiver that tells you the evening is about to get interesting. She approached the bar, ordered her drink, and our hands brushed almost accidentally. The simple contact electrified me. I watched her smile, and I decided to be direct. "You have a smile... pleasantly unsettling." She laughed softly, that warm laugh that tightens your stomach and makes you lose your bearings. “Pleasantly disturbing… I like that,” she replied, her eyes sparkling and insolent. We began to talk. The conversation flowed smoothly, without embarrassment. Every word she spoke, every laugh, every subtle movement of her body closed the distance between us. Her knee brushed mine under the bar, and I felt my desire rise, my muscles tense, my body respond without me controlling anything. She reached behind my back, just to touch my shoulder, and I felt the electricity pass between us. My breath quickened, my heart beat faster. I wanted everything, to feel her skin against mine, to taste what was still forbidden. When she leaned in to speak closer, I smelled her perfume, subtle but heady, and I knew this night wouldn’t just be a casual encounter. Everything about her attitude, her smile, her gestures, urged me to take the plunge, to abandon all restraint. After that brush under the bar, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Every movement, every laugh made me shiver. We finished our drinks and she suggested we walk outside for a bit, the cool night air hitting us like a promise. The sidewalk was silent, punctuated only by the sound of our footsteps. I could smell her scent behind me with every breath, warm and heady. She moved closer, too close to be innocent. I could feel the warmth of her body through her coat. "Aren't you afraid to follow me?" she asked with a smirk. I shook my head, unable to answer otherwise. Her eyes shone with a provocative light that made me want to take her right here on this empty sidewalk.We stopped by a lamppost. She brushed her hand against my hand, tentatively at first, then more boldly, sliding her fingers between mine. My breath caught for a moment. She reached behind my neck and pulled me slightly toward her. Our lips met, gently at first, but the intensity rose within seconds. I could feel her desire, her body responding to mine. I pulled her closer, and her hands explored my chest, sliding under my coat, brushing against my skin. She moaned against my lips, and the sound made me lose all restraint. I pressed her against me, my hands following the curve of her hips, and she let me, nibbling at my lower lip, searching for my lips hungrily. Every kiss, every brush, made the tension rise. She placed her hand on my crotch over my pants, and I felt it grow urgent, almost unbearable. I pushed her gently against the wall, holding her firmly. Her breaths were short, quick, and her body trembled against mine. I wanted to feel every inch of her skin, to hear her moans echo around us. When she slid her fingers under my shirt, caressing my skin, I knew there was no time for hesitation. Her body was begging me, her lips were demanding me, and I couldn't wait any longer. The seduction had reached its peak: every gesture, every breath was charged with desire, with that animal urgency that consumed us both. I took her hand and pulled her toward my apartment, unable to bear the tension any longer. Every step was charged with anticipation, every brush made the desire rise to the point of burning. As soon as the door closed behind us, I pulled her against me, our lips meeting with a consuming urgency. Her hands roamed my torso, down to my hips, slipping under my shirt to feel my warm skin. I pushed her gently against the wall, my hands gripping her ass, pressing her against me. Her breaths were short, panting, and her body undulated instinctively against mine. I felt her breast against my chest, the hot contact intoxicating me. She took off her jacket, then her top, revealing soft, warm skin, and I couldn't help but touch her everywhere. Her breasts were firm beneath my palms, her nipples erect against my fingers. She moaned, a hot, deep sound that made me shiver. I lifted her slightly, pressing her pelvis against mine, and felt her desire against my waist.Our kisses grew wilder, more hungry, and I was no longer in control. I g ...

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