A Night at The Red Lion
It was just past midnight when Sarah first noticed him walk into the dimly lit, smoky confines of The Red Lion Pub on the outskirts of East London. With his rugged jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the low light, he stood out from among the motley crew of regulars who frequented her bar.
Sarah had been working behind the counter for hours now; mixing drinks with a practiced ease while engaging patrons in small talk about everything ranging from politics and sports to relationships – but tonight she felt an insatiable urge to break away from this monotonous routine that was slowly eating at her soul. There were times when being 28 years old, single and working as bartender could feel incredibly lonely; especially on nights like these where the weight of unfulfilled desires threatened to drown her in its depths.
As if sensing Sarah’s restlessness across the room, he locked eyes with hers over his pint glass causing a shiver run down her spine – it was as though they were two strangers who knew each other intimately without ever having spoken before; sharing secrets through their gaze alone. Intrigued by this magnetic pull between them, she decided to take matters into her own hands and walked briskly towards him with an inviting smile playing on her lips.
“What’s your poison?” She asked casually as he watched the sway of hips beneath tight denim jeans that hugged every curve just right – a sight far more enticing than any drink she could serve up behind the bar tonight.
He ordered whiskey neat, his voice deep and gravelly like sandpaper against her skin; sending shivers down Sarah’s spine once again as their fingers brushed while exchanging money for change. She couldn’t help but notice how perfectly manicured yet rough around the edges they were – a testament to long hours spent working outdoors, perhaps?
As conversation flowed effortlessly between them – discussing everything from art and literature to music preferences (turns out he was quite fond of classic rock) Sarah found herself becoming increasingly drawn towards this mysterious stranger. Before she knew it, the pub had emptied save for a few stragglers nursing their final drinks before heading home – leaving only her and him amidst an electrically charged silence that hung heavy in the air around them like fog rolling off London’s Thames River on cold winter nights.
“I have to take care of some things,” Sarah murmured, breaking eye contact for a moment as she glanced towards the back room where supplies were kept along with staff lockers and restrooms – “Care to join me?”
He raised an eyebrow in surprise but followed her nonetheless; curiosity piqued by this bold proposition from someone he’d only just met. Once inside, Sarah locked the door behind them before turning around slowly – eyes gleaming mischievously as she leaned back against it with a sly grin playing on those lips that had been haunting his dreams since they first made contact earlier in the evening.
“I want you,” She whispered huskily into the darkness, reaching out to trace her fingers along the contours of his chest through thick fabric – feeling each defined muscle ripple beneath touch as if responding instinctively to this sudden surge of desire coursing between them like wildfire threatening to consume everything in its path.
Without uttering another word, he closed the distance between them; capturing Sarah’s lips with a passion that left her breathless and weak at the knees – tongues dancing together as if they were old lovers reunited after years apart rather than two strangers who had only just met hours ago in this very pub.
As their kiss deepened, hands began to roam freely over each other’s bodies; exploring every inch of skin with a hunger that could no longer be contained or denied – buttons popped off shirts and zippers slid down pants as they stumbled towards the nearest wall seeking support amidst this whirlwind storm of lust.
With one swift motion, he lifted Sarah up against it; wrapping her legs around his waist while aligning their hips so that there was no space left between them – only two bodies moving in perfect harmony like pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together after years apart. He thrust into her with an urgency born from months (if not years) spent craving this very moment, causing Sarah to cry out against his shoulder as waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again until she was left panting for breath – clinging onto him tightly lest they both get swept away in the tide.
But he wasn’t done yet; far from it actually. Gripping Sarah by the hips, he pulled back before slamming into her once more – harder this time and faster still until she was begging for mercy through gasps of air that came out soundlessly between clenched teeth – each thrust pushing them closer towards oblivion as they danced on the precipice together.
Just when Sarah thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he slowed down; changing angles slightly so that every movement sent shockwaves coursing through her entire being like electricity surging along power lines during a thunderstorm – building up tension until neither of them could bear it any longer and they shattered together in an explosion of ecstasy.
Breathless, spent but still yearning for more; Sarah clung to him as their bodies slid down the wall onto unsteady legs – gasping against each other’s necks like survivors rescued from a shipwreck adrift at sea – lost in this newfound connection that seemed too good (too real) to be true.
As they stood there, wrapped up within one another; hearts pounding wildly as if trying to escape their chest cavities and minds racing with thoughts of what could possibly come next – Sarah knew deep down inside her soul that tonight would change everything between them forever – setting off a chain reaction neither had anticipated nor prepared for.
But sometimes, life throws us curveballs when we least expect it; forcing us to make choices that challenge our very understanding of who we are and what truly makes us happy in this world full of uncertainty and chaos…and maybe – just maybe- discovering something beautiful along the way worth fighting for against all odds.
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