Adam’s Apple, Part II – The Deception

…I must have been quite a sight to see from the bar – right leg splayed out, face drained of color, biting my lip and trying my hardest not to cum right there in my pants. I fought back another moan and slowly moved my right hand from my drink to the inside of his left thigh.

And just like that he stopped.

With no more attention, I took a minute. At first I was pissed, but I collected myself quickly and decided it was for the best. I got up, tossed down a few bills for my drinks and walked off to the bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face and took a moment in the mirror before heading back out. “You could have fucked up pretty bad there,” I said to myself and splashed again.

When I got out, he had already vacated his seat at the bar and left. I nodded my appreciation to the bartender and left a belated tip in the jar at the near corner. She smiled at me – I came in every week or so, and she seemed to recognize me – and then, much to my surprise, winked at me. “That’s another load of trouble that I don’t need,” I muttered to myself.

It took me only a few seconds after walking out the door to realize that her wink had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with what had happened earlier. As I walked out the door, a voice called from behind me “going somewhere?”

It was him, misted over in his charcoal overcoat and breathing steam in the cool night air.