His Smile: when they lose themselves - Sex Stories

His Smile: when they lose themselves

... same flirtatious manner he’d adopted when talking to her. His eyes studied me as I watched another girl come up to the both of them and have a ‘little chat’ while she ran her hand up his arm and rested it on his chest. “Miss?” I heard someone call. I didn’t register it though. “Miss?” the same voice asked, followed by him clearing his throat before patting my arm. I jumped at the contact and swung my head to face the bartender that had called me. I then remembered that I’d been watching Daniel and his groupies from the bar when I’d meant to buy a drink instead. I smiled at the bartender before turning to glance at Daniel, who had a smirk on his face, as his eyes regarded me with the childish humour that guys get for making a girl jealous. I rolled my eyes at him before turning around to order my drink, knowing, from the way the hair at the back of my neck stood, that he was watching me in his discreet but intense ‘I can make you cum with one look’ way. Two can play that game , I thought as the bartender returned with my drink. I paid him and watched as he went to retrieve my change. He was a handsome guy, around my age with a Spanish accent that makes most women drool, and I could tell with the way his white uniform shirt bunched at the arms that he worked out, a lot. He came back and handed me my change before lingering a bit. I internally smirked and thanked whoever had presented me with the opportunity to get my own over Daniel. He seemed to think I wasn’t one of those ...

... people that could play the jealousy card. And what better way to judge how this night could pan out in regard to whether or not we end up in bed together. “I like your watch,” I said to him before I could stop myself, internally face palming for being oh-so-composed. Regardless, it seemed to work as he grinned and went to town talking about how he’d got it. We were really hitting it off and, with the way he was touching my arm and his eyes periodically darted to gaze at my cleavage, as I was giggling and leaning closer to ‘hear him’, it was obvious we were flirting. For a second, I was able to ignore the daggers shooting at my back and the reason why I’d started to talk to Paulo in the first place. I felt that reason not long after place his hand on my back and, there must have been something written on his face, for Paulo suddenly remembered he had something to do and scampered off like a puppy with its tail between its legs. “You have no idea what effect you have on men. The boy was wetting himself talking to you,” Daniel whispered, his lips grazing my ear as he did causing me to shiver involuntarily. I could feel him smirk as I cursed my body yet again for responding to him so easily. “I was actually enjoying my chat with him. Then you show up and ruin it,” I snap at him as I turn to glare into his eyes. The smirk fell of his face and his eyes darkened as he tightened the hand he’d placed on my back. I guess I didn’t realize that I was okay with talking to him and it pleased ...