Online Blind Date by Georgia Grace

Online Blind Date by Georgia Grace

The room was filled with the almost overwhelming smell of smoke, alcohol and sweat. The sound of the door shutting with a clack behind you was accompanied by a gust of chilled air blowing across your neck. Music on the jukebox was so loud you were amazed it wasn’t shaking the walls but then again, you were used to this bar. With its dim interior lighting, wooden accents and low front ceilings, you got a sense of normalcy. The bar ran the length of the left wall. Stools lined up all the way down and tonight there wasn’t a single empty one that you could see. Patrons filled the tables and booths that sat across the far-right wall. Small groups of people were in the center dancing to the pounding beat of the latest song. A slight partial wall on the right further down the bar separated the front of the bar from the back where you knew pool tables were set up, and the bathrooms were just beyond those. Taking in a deep breath, you try to starve off the anxiety building in your stomach at the reminder of why you were here. You were here to see her. The girl you have been talking back and forth to on the phone. The one you have sent numerous text messages to that you feel you know her better than anyone else in the world. You understand each other and you know this connection was more than just fancy words and racing emotions.

A patron tried to enter behind you, and they said a few words to your back, but you couldn’t understand them with the music so loud. It drowned out whatever they had complained about. Instead of standing there any longer and having to deal with anyone else who might have something to say, you continue on into the room. Scanning the people in the front, frowning when you didn’t see her. Maybe she didn’t show? No. There was no way she wouldn’t be here. She said she was coming, and she was coming.

Walking down the line of bar stools and past the people dancing, you maneuver through the separation of rooms to the pool table area. Four pool tables filled the space. Multicolored chandeliers sat above the tables, allowing for better illumination as people played. There were a few bar stools lined up sporadically along the walls to allow people room to sit, with the bar on the far-left wall continued into this room as well. Only a few people mingled around in this room. Two of the pool tables were filled with younger adults, younger than you probably by 10 years or more, but that didn’t matter to you. You weren’t here for them. Scanning the other two tables you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You finally spotted her.

She was dressed in a form fitting tank top, her brown hair falling down over her face as she leaned over the pool table, her pool stick poised in her hand. Two other men and a woman stood around the table watching her and your blood ran hot in your veins. You didn’t like how the other two guys were leaning back to check out her ass that was perfectly rounded in those dark washed jeans that flared out at the bottom. Her knee bent and you saw she was wearing sexy black heels.

Hands clenched at your sides; you took in the view before you. With her lean legs bent like that she was able to lean further over to reach the ball she was aiming for. Her body stretched out as her breast and hair grazed the green felt of the table. Her necklace dipped between her breast and he watched as she sucked on her bottom lip before easing the pool stick back, once, twice, and then struck the que ball. Damn she was sexy.

You felt yourself getting rigid just watching her. In that instant you knew tonight was going to be about more than just catching up. Knowing that once you touched her, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from taking more. Hard cracking sounds pulled you back to the present when she shot straight up and made a squealing noise, indicating she had just made her shot. The other woman looked shocked and one of the guys just stared at the hole the ball just went in. Disbelief on his face. But you weren’t paying attention to those two. No. You were watching as the other guy, a tall semi-toned man congratulated your crush by saying something and pulling her in for a hug, you watched as she barley laced one of her arms around him, already trying to back away but the guy pulled her in tighter, his hand falling down to cup her bottom.

You saw red. Storming over to where they were all mingling, you walk right up beside her and grip her arm, pulling her out of the other mans. Shock was on her face until she registered it was you Her features softened, and she gave a member hardening smile. The other guy however, was glaring daggers at you and you turned to face him, pulling her behind you as you did so.

“What the hell dude? Do you mind?”

“I could ask you the same question.” Your nostril flared with irritation. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes on the other man’s breath. “What makes you think you can put your hands all over my girl?”

“Your girl?” the guy looks you up and down questioningly.

“Yea.” You watch as he tilts his gaze behind you, probably to get confirmation from your girl behind you.

The guy must have read conformation on her face because the guy held up his hands and backed up a step. A moment later you were very aware of her body pressed against your back. Her breast heaving up and down. The friction of her breathing had you catching your breath and heating up your insides. Her hands griped your arms, turning you around to face her.

You are greeted with a small smile and bright green eyes. Damn what this woman does to you.

“Hi.” She said. 

“Hey,” you say back and wrap your arms around her pulling her in for a hug. She squeaked when you pulled a little tighter before relaxing your grip, not fully letting her go.

“So,” she began, “Your girl?” her eyebrows wiggled in a teasing question and you were lost in those pools of green again.

“Yea,” you said with a smirk. You readjust your stance to try not to alarm her with how hard you were already. She seemed to not notice as she stared back at you waiting on an answer. “I didn’t like the way he was touching you.” You reply with a tick of your jaw. Her body shivered in your arms. “Are you cold?” Your gaze searching her face. “I can get you a jacket.”

“No,” her honey voice cut you off before you could say anymore. The bright smile back on her face. “I wasn’t shivering because I was cold.” Her thighs brushed up against yours in an intimate gesture and her eyes flashed a deeper green. Indicating her arousal.

You didn’t care if the people around you were staring. You couldn’t wait any longer just to do idle chit chat. You wanted more, now and you weren’t going to ask for it. Breaking away you grab a hold of her hand and all but yanked her back towards the bathrooms. The people she had been playing pool with gave a little protest as she dropped her pool stick onto the table as you both pass, but you didn’t bother giving them anymore your time.

You felt like you would burst out of your pants if you didn’t do something, and soon. “Where are we going?” she asked form behind you. Without a response you lead her past the bathrooms and down a dark hallway that lead to the alley outback. The hallway takes a right turn before you reach the alley way and you knew no one would bother you back there. It wasn’t the most ideal place to do this but at this point you weren’t too picky.

You stop after the turn and tug on her hand to swing her around. When she is in front of you, you press her into the wall and hungrily claim her mouth. She lets out a moan against your lips and rocks her hips into your thigh. You can feel her heat through her jeans and growl into her mouth with abandon.

Your hands grab her waist and hold her still while you trail kisses down her neck and to the top of her breast. Her head falls back, and she pants slightly. Both of your hearts beating rapidly as you continue your claiming of her skin.

Thank you for reading Online Blind Date by Georgia Grace. If you want to read more you can visit her on Facebook or at https://www.gt-publishing.com

Online Blind Date by Georgia Grace is a short story about talking to someone online but the night that you finally get to meet someone. It shows how we have feelings for someone before we even see them in person. The connection are already built in. Online Blind Date by Georgia Grace is only a snippet of what is on G&T Publishing because on there is is a version that is rated 18+. Readers be advised.

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