The night at Drunken Daddy was alive with energy—music pounding, laughter echoing, glasses clinking. I sipped my second beer on the first floor, casually watching the chaotic dance floor below. That’s when I saw her.
She moved with a confidence that wasn’t just sexy—it was magnetic. Her body swayed to the rhythm like she owned the night, and now and then, her eyes scanned the crowd. When they found mine, a thrill shot through me. She smirked, teasing, daring.
I felt my lips curve into a smile, unable to look away. Our gazes flirted across the distance, a silent, playful conversation. Then, as if deciding it was her move, she broke from the crowd. Her heels clicked against the stairs as she made her way to me.
“Hey,” she said, her voice smooth and slightly mischievous, her eyes locking onto mine. I stood, offering her a warm hug. She smelled intoxicating—soft perfume mixed with a faint trace of alcohol.
“Hi,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. “I’m Anup.”
“Sakshi,” she said, her smile playful. “22, engineering student, and currently in need of another drink. You?”
“Anup, 27, IT guy, and definitely enjoying this company,” I said with a chuckle.
She laughed, and the sound was light and inviting. “Good. Then you won’t mind buying me a drink.”
Moments later, we were clinking glasses.
“So, Anup, do you always sit up here watching, or is tonight special?”
“Tonight is definitely special,” I said, leaning closer, unable to resist her pull. Her eyes sparkled. “Good answer.”
Not long after, we were on the dance floor. Her back pressed against me, her body moving in sync with mine. The heat between us was undeniable, her movements deliberate. Her hips grinding against me with a rhythm that left me breathless.
Her hands slid up, tangling in my hair, pulling me closer until her neck was inches from my lips. I couldn’t resist brushing my lips against her warm skin, leaving a trail of kisses that made her shiver. Her soft moan was barely audible over the music but enough to set me on fire.
She tilted her head, her lips grazing my ear. “I like this side of you,” she whispered, sultry and teasing.
“I’m just getting started,” I murmured back.
Her laugh was low and throaty, and she pressed herself harder against me, her body moulding perfectly to mine. The connection was electric. I slid my hands lower, gripping her thighs, pulling her closer, unable to get enough.
“You’re trouble,” I breathed into her ear.
“And you love it,” she shot back, spinning to face me.
Before I could respond, she pulled me down, her lips crashing into mine. The kiss was bold and unapologetic. I lost myself in it, the taste of her sweet and intoxicating. The crowd erupted in cheers, but we didn’t care.
When we broke apart, her eyes were full of fire. “Let’s get out of here,” she whispered. The cool night air couldn’t quench the heat between us as we stepped outside. Her hand gripped mine tightly, her pace quick, her intent clear.
“Your place or mine?” she asked, her voice low, teasing.
“Yours,” I said, matching her intensity.
In the cab, her hand rested on my thigh, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns that made my breath hitch. I slid my hand to her knee, moving upward, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her dress. Her smirk said everything—she knew exactly what she was doing.
The second her door clicked shut, her lips were on mine again, hungry and urgent. I pressed her against the wall, my hands roaming her curves, feeling the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned into my mouth, her fingers tugging at my shirt, desperate to feel more.
“Bedroom,” she whispered, leading me down the hallway. In her room, she turned, pulling me closer, her eyes dark with desire. Her dress slipped off, revealing smooth, soft skin and black lace that made my pulse race. She worked quickly, unbuttoning my shirt, her fingers exploring my chest.
“You’re gorgeous,” I murmured, my voice thick with need.
She smiled, pulling me toward the bed. I took my time, savouring every moment, trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and her stomach. Her soft gasps and moans only fueled my desire.
When she arched beneath me, trembling, I kissed her deeply, flipping her over. She straddled me in cowgirl position, confident in control, her hands working to free me from the rest of my clothes.
Her body sank into mine, and we both gasped at the overwhelming sensation. We moved together, slow at first, then faster, our passion building, unstoppable. Her nails dug into my shoulders as my hands gripped her hips, guiding her, pulling her closer, deeper.
The air was thick with the sound of our moans, our breaths, the rhythm of our bodies. Time faded, the world disappearing until there was only us, wrapped in this burning, all-consuming connection.
When it was over, we collapsed together, our bodies still entwined. She looked at me, her face glowing, her smile soft.
“That,” she said, her voice a whisper, “was unexpected.”
I laughed, pulling her closer. “The best things always are.”
Our bodies moved in perfect sync, the heat between us building to an unbearable intensity. The pace quickened, breaths mingling, moans filling the room as we both teetered on the edge of release. I felt her tighten around me, her nails digging into my shoulders as her body trembled with anticipation.
“I’m so close,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes locked on mine.
“Me too,” I managed, my voice thick with desire, my hands gripping her hips firmly as I thrust deeper, harder.
And then it happened—a wave of pleasure crashed over both of us. She arched her back, crying out as her body shuddered, her climax washing over her. At the same moment, I let go, releasing into her, filling her. The intensity of it left us both breathless, our bodies trembling as the waves of ecstasy consumed us.
We collapsed onto the bed, tangled in each other, our skin slick with sweat and our breaths heavy. The room was silent except for the sound of our heartbeats, still racing from the intensity of what we’d just shared.
“That,” she murmured after a moment, her voice soft and satiated, “was the best sex of my life.”
I chuckled, pulling her closer as she rested her head on my chest. “Same here,” I admitted, running my fingers through her hair.
We lay there for what felt like hours, simply enjoying the warmth of each other. Eventually, when we felt like moving again, we shared lazy kisses and quiet laughter. The connection between us was undeniable.
From that night on, we couldn’t stay away from each other. Almost every weekend, we found ourselves back in each other’s arms, the chemistry between us never fading.
What started as an electric, unexpected night at Drunken Daddy became a regular ritual. Each meeting was more passionate and intense than the last.
And every time, as we lay entwined afterwards, we both knew—this connection was something neither of us could resist.