Check on Piya.

"Hee-eey Sexy!" I hear her calling out as she strides/stumbles towards me, "I've been looking forward to seeing you all night!"

Pushing her long, black hair back out of her face, exposing a little red flushing in her cheeks through her make-up. She swings her arms open for a hug as she closes in. Kissing me on the cheek but treacherously close to the edge of my lips, she lingers there a little long and my first thought is one of a professional nature, she is well past ‘a little tipsy’.

"Piya! Hey," I say back, feeling her thin toned body pressed up against me.

I don't know what it is that has gotten into her, she has always teased me but nothing like this. She's ‘innocently’ posted pictures of herself post work out, at the beach, in bed. On a couple of occasions late at night, she's tagged me in them only to quickly untag them in the morning. I have it on good authority her boyfriend hates me. But this, this is a wilder, flirtier version. I've been working in bars long enough to spot the girls like Piya on nights like this, she is on a mission to be wild.

As she breaks away from the hug and kiss hello, she rakes her finger down my chest; lower down onto my abs and drunkenly hooks it into my belt buckle as she stares into my eyes. Thanks to her heels, she is eye level with me, giving me a look into her deep brown, beautiful Asian eyes as she murmurs about wanting me.

"I'm sorry Piya, Hun, I didn't hear you over the music. How is your boyfriend?" I ask, trying to maintain some level of professionalism even if I have no idea why. My eyes roll up and down Piya's toned body as her shimmery silver dress calls attention to every curve and every line of it.

"Who cares about him!" she snaps back in a brief moment of buzzed fury. "He's an asshole. Why didn't you like my pictures?"

Not knowing what she was talking about, I like a lot of her pictures. A lot. Every one of them calling your memory back to the kiss we two shared.

In a moment of trying to maintain some composure I break eye contact with her, rolling my eyes down to the plunging neckline of her dress. I catch a glimpse of her cleavage, forcing me to breathe deeply and swallow hard. With her hand still so close to my crotch, hooked onto my belt buckle and thinking about that kiss, I can feel my cock swelling in my pants. Considering where she is at in her evening, Im not 100% sure how she would respond.

Luckily in that moment her friends come and find her. The first one to me grabs her wrist off my belt and apologizes. A stranger to me, she apologizes for her drunk friend and starts to drag her away, explaining how Piya is having a rough night and begging you not to kick them out.

I assured Piya's friend and tell them to take care of her. As they are march to the centre of the dance floor I can hear Piya arguing with her friend. Drunkenly reiterating "that's the guy! That's him!" Then calling out to me, "find me later!" and "what time do you get off?" Then giggling as her friend pulls her off, back into their group in the centre of the dance floor.

The rest of the night I keep finding excuses to look out over the crowd dancing and gyrating to the music. The spotlight keeps finding Piya. Drunk but astonishingly graceful as she drops down and sways to the music, pushing her hair up and playing with it. Letting it drop and cascade over her perfectly tanned skin. Her hips rolling to the rhythm, gyrating as she pulls her friends in close, dancing with them. Running her hands over her chest, losing herself in the music.

Just like that I’m thinking about that kiss again, thinking about our exchange. More importantly I’m thinking about her hair. Her pushing it up just like she is on the dance floor but the image is of her in your bed, riding me. My sheets pooled over her hips as she bounces up and down on my cock.

Tonight, may be the opportunity I've been looking for.