Fingering a work crush at a bar [FF]

I met R while working at my last employer. She was hired for a role where we would have to work together a lot.

I always thought she was hot, but of course didn't dare say anything: we were always in work settings and there weren't many opportunities to really get to know each other. She was always very nice, always very helpful and I'm not the typical corporate dry manager: always making fun of situations. So I think she appreciated that from me.

Once while there (summer of ‘23, I think), we crossed paths at this coffee shop by work. She was wearing this beautiful white dress with blue flowers. It was fitted at the bodice, but flowing everywhere else. It suited her and matched a tattoo she has on her forearm.

I wondered then if she was into women.

When I got laid off last summer, she reached out with the sweetest message and a genuine desire to connect. It's been a long time coming, but we had drinks, I definitely liked her, we kissed and made out at my birthday party (to everyone's surprise and enjoyment), and last night, we met again.

The bars were packed for a Wednesday night, but we went to one with a (fake) fireplace in the back and everyone was crowded at the bar in the front. It was a great location to chat undisturbed by the flocks of finance bros in their Patagonia vests.

We talked about the birthday party, how hot it was, how fun it was. I showed her the video of a karaoke performance with a friend and J, my boyfriend (he's cool with this), she thought it was hilarious, and wished she'd been there. She had to catch the last train up to her Mom's where she's been staying for the last year or so (not the case last night). She said she would have gotten stranded to which I responded that I wouldn't have let her be stranded. She would have been more than welcome to come back to Astoria with us. She smiled shyly and shook her head no.

We talked about all sorts of things: her work, funny situations with people I used work with as well, her plans for the future, her grandmother who had been a singer, and at every pause we would look at each other, wondering who would make the first move. I'd go to the bar to get us drinks and while I was waiting I'd text J.

"Can I be blunt?" I asked after a while… she nodded. I told her that I think she's beautiful and I loved kissing her, and wanted to do so again, but I wanted to make sure she was clear on where my priorities lie. She said she understood and she'd let me know if something didn't work for her, but she would take my time if I was willing to give any to her.

Up until this point we had been sitting across from each other, but I was getting cold on my side (next to a window) and also wanted to get closer. I sat to her left, but was facing her. She was wearing red corduroy pants and a dark gray cashmere sweater tucked into her pants.

She asked if she could kiss me and my response was to kiss her. It was soft, long, full of desire, but still tame. We parted lips and she started playing with my hair. I had my hands on each of her thighs playing with the corduroy texture, scratching softly. She whispered almost inaudibly "I want you to fuck me". So I kissed her harder. 

I don't know how much time passed like this, kissing, lips, neck, playing with hair. I mentioned to her that J would enjoy watching us in action. "He would?", she asked, a bit surprised, still. I confirmed and asked how she'd feel about him watching us, and she said she would be open to it. Let's see. After more kissing…

"How do you like to get fucked?" I asked. 

"I want to get thrown around and have my hair pulled". 

After those words, every time I kissed her, I grabbed her hair, and the harder I grabbed the more submissive she became.

She said we should change venues because the bar was getting empty. I suggested we go to a hotel, but that I'd have to go home to get ready for work the next day. She said she wanted it to be nice, so no hotel. 

Why couldn't we go to the place in Brooklyn she's spending the week at? Because the puppy is very sensitive to new people and wouldn't behave if I just showed up.

So we moved to a different bar around the corner. We sat at a high-top table right next to the bar and she ordered an espresso martini. Excellent choice for kissing coffee lips.

At this point we were stroking each other's pussies through our pants, softly, rhythmically. I had one hand moving up and down her crotch and the other one playing with and pulling her hair while I kissed her lips, neck, ear.

"I want your fingers inside me" - another whisper.

The dose of bravery that comes with 4 drinks of mezcal made me ignore all social norms. I went for her zipper, undid it and felt my way to her underwear, and then felt my way to where they met her skin. I moved them aside all while kissing her and pulling her hair, and found the wettest lips. I started playing with her clit and she left out a muffled moan and whispered "please!"

I had to give her what she'd asked for so I slid one finger, then a second one and started fingering her right on that bar stool. We were both so lost in it: I could feel her juices coat my fingers every time I'd touch her g-spot and that made me want to keep going, keep fucking her harder.

Every time I pulled her hair, she'd drop her head back in total submission and that made me want her even more. I wished I had a third hand because I found myself having to choose between pulling her hair and trying to feel her torso. I started pulling the sweater from her pants, still fucking her with my right hand. Her soft skin welcomed my prying fingers. I felt my way under her bra and started playing with her nipple.

I felt so powerful, and sexy and overcome by this desire to ravage this girl right then and there. In my mind and in her mind, we were being stealthy, but I'm sure the staff didn't think so, they'd come by and ask if everything was ok and we'd reply back "yes" while barely separating from each other. 

I kept fingering her as the bar started to close down. It was 1am. We decided to call it a night. I reluctantly retreated my hand from the warm wetness of her pussy and watched her watch me as I licked my fingers clean. She then took my fingers in her mouth and caressed them with her tongue.

I'm bringing her home on Tuesday night.