In a crowded bar, Amy's eyes locked onto him. His gaze was intense, his muscular body dressed in a suit that hugged every curve. She couldn't help but feel her panties get wet just from looking at him. As she made her way over to him, she noticed the bulge in his pants growing with each step she took.
"Hey, handsome," she purred, sliding onto the bar stool next to him. "What's your name?"
"Jack. Yours?" His voice was rough, filled with desire.
"Amy." She bit her lip, leaning in close enough for him to smell the sweet perfume she was wearing.
"You look incredible in that red dress, Amy," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
"Thank you," she replied, her heart racing.
