Might Have Been

    It all started innocently. Although nothing that involves drinking alcohol is truly blameless, his intentions were innocent enough that he invited everyone to grab a few drinks after work. But after the third vodka his eyes found and explored her long legs, from the hem of her dress to her black stiletto heels. Then, while she was laughing at a co-worker’s stories, he found himself making up a story of his own, one that involved her luscious lips pressing around his cock.

    And they were doing it again, staring at each other’s eyes with a small smirk. Just like they did at any given moment, almost every day. If anyone had noticed, they might have said that they were having a “moment”, a few seconds to wonder what might have been if he had gathered the courage to pursue her, to fight for her. Millions of thoughts came to his mind, thoughts of his previous relationships and how they failed. Images of women he desired but could’ve never had and, finally, images of her. The one he never chased because he was too scared he would mess it up. The vodka made him feel brave now, but it was too late; their real moment was in the past.

    She excused herself and went to the restroom, as he tried not to stare at her ass, legs and those black stiletto heels she had complained about earlier, but that gave her a beautiful strut. Minutes later he slipped away from the bar, unnoticed, and walked into the ladies room looking for her. Her blue eyes grew wide when she saw him and she opened her mouth with every intent of saying something, but his rough finger on her lips made her keep quiet as he gently pushed her into a stall and closed the door. Their bodies pressed together against the flimsy wall of the poorly lit stall, breathing hardly, as their hands began to move over one another tentatively, slowly. Excitement ran through their bodies as his hands grabbed her delicate face, a face that was never his to caress, to kiss, until that moment. He wanted to find the right things to say but his mind wouldn’t help him. So instead of telling her how much he wanted to be with her, how much he loved her, he kissed her plump lips. She returned the kiss in full, experimenting with his tongue, her hands trailing a path from his chest to the waist of his pants at the same time.

    She eased up his button up shirt and let his pants drop, as they heard the voices from behind the door. “Where’s Roxie?” and “Where’s Tony?”, they were asking, laughing because they were the only two missing. She got worried for a second, what would they imagine? She started praying silently, 'hope that they don’t find us yet.' But she stopped thinking when she felt his hand baring her breasts. She helped him hike her dress then, moving along with the urgency of the background voices behind the door, she wrapped her silky legs around his waist and pressed his erection against herself.

    He buried his face on her neck, taking in the scent of her long auburn hair and her exotic perfume. He pressed her harder against the wall as he maneuvered himself into her, making her feel a mix of pleasure and pain. He thrust faster as they heard the urgency in the voices outside the door. “No, seriously, where did they go?” If only they knew that they were right there, hiding in the stall, soaked with each others sweat, their clothes half on and half off. If only they could see them, with her breasts bare and his pants around his ankles they would say “Finally”.

    They heard the door to the men's room open and they knew that the ladies room was next. “Roxie? Tony?” The urgency became theirs, making her body tense in anticipation, and making him pump faster and deeper. Footsteps were approaching, but they needed time, just a few more seconds before facing the reality of what they were doing, just a little more before having to think of some lame explanation for the others.

    Her teeth were almost tearing into her lower lip as she reached orgasm. They heard the door to the ladies room swing open, as she clung to him, breathing raggedly. “Rox?” But they blithely ignored their co-worker’s voice. Seconds after the door closed and he pushed her harder against the stall, shaking its fragile walls as he came. She ran her fingers through his dark brown hair before they started pulling themselves together, then he grabbed her by the hand and led her outside, away from the curious glares they were going to get, through the back door of the bar.