The booth is cramped. You sit close next to me as the throbbing sounds of music drift from the main bar to our corner. Our table is a graveyard of empty, stained glasses. Some blessed with the mark of your red lipstick. I feel silly for thinking them lucky, but think it all the same.

The booth is cramped. You look up at me and smile, your eyes rip me apart and your voice puts me back together. You ask me why I’m looking at you like that. I apologise- I didn’t realise. I’m worried that you’ve read in my expression my furious urges- the ones I keep under a tight lid. You stop me, your hand on my thigh. You say it’s alright. You lean towards me. The room shrinks to us and only us- the darkness watches. Our lips press together and you sigh. Your hand moves to my crotch- a bulge already prominent through the fabric of my jeans.

The booth is cramped. I pull open my trousers, heart beating fast as my tug my rigid length free. You smile through your kiss. “Do it,” you dare me. Or is it me doing the daring? My dream of you, daring me to take the next step towards unleashing my scorching passion? My fingers tangle themselves in your dark hair and roughly push your red lips to my cock. You open wide and I gasp. Your tongue works me expertly. Every inch of my skin begging for more as you splutter- the head of my head gently pushing against the back of your throat.

There are still three inches to go till the hilt of my cock. You start to splutter and I let you up- only to plunge myself up into your mouth. You cough and choke as I force myself to the base into your mouth. Your fingers dig into my thigh as you twist your body- looking up at me and smiling with your eyes. Your lipstick stains the skin of my cock as you finally come up- strings of saliva connecting your perfect mouth to my member.

You push your lips to mine and groan as my hands explore your body- groping and caressing every inch of you I can before slipping under your dress and up, between your thighs. A gasp escaped your mouth as I feel your wet cunt with my fingers roughly. I tug your underwear to the side and push inside, my thumb working your clit as I fuck you with my fingers.

You groan my name and I know I’m lost.

I tug your skirt up reposition between your legs- your feet in the air as you get cornered in the nook of the booth.

I move forward. My hips moving to yours as my cock plunges into you. Your feet lock behind me and we start to move rhythmically in time with the music that, even now, seems to be coming from another world all together.

I moan your name. You moan mine.

Then I wake up. You’re not there. I don’t know how I’m going to look at you next time we see each other.