Chance Meeting At The Matchmaking Party

“I… I want to go to the restroom,” I blushed and said shyly. But more surprisingly, my voice sounded very seductive for some reason.

My voice was extremely soft.

My innocent face made him laugh. I could see something flashing in his eyes through my glasses.

He immediately let go of my hand, but I fell into his arms accidentally when I got up.

For some reason, my legs lost strength after he seduced me.

I reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder to try to push myself up.

However, when my fingers touched his skin, my waist felt warm. His hands held my waist, and then he just lifted me up.

When he let go of me, he boldly caressed my waist.

“You…” I tried to say, but nothing came out.

He lowered his head with doting affection. His lips moved close to me, and his breath brushed the back of my ear, which made me shiver.

“I worry that you can’t take it.”

Right after he said that, he pulled down my skirt, and his fingertips touched my skin. I was going to melt.

“I… I can do it,” I stammered coyly before I bolted outside.

He chuckled.

In the restroom, I splashed cold water on my red face.

‘Oh gosh! What was I doing?’ I thought.

It must be the influence of alcohol.

Otherwise, how could I still be imagining his muscular chest in the mirror?

I splashed another handful of water on my face to put a stop to my far-fetched fantasies.

Before the redness of my face faded away, I heard a woman’s voice outside. My heart skipped a beat, and I stepped into the restroom stall.

I sat on the toilet bowl. I could not help but secretly rant at the lack of air-conditioning.

The temperature in the closed space increased. To dissipate the heat, I tried everything. I spread my thighs apart and stayed still.

I subconsciously recalled a scene from a film that made my heart race, and I remembered his intentional touch. The thrill of that fantasy kept coming back.

“Is anybody here?”

The woman knocked on the door, and I stilled my hand. My fantasies stopped immediately.

“Hold on!” I immediately got up. I tidied my wrinkled clothes and opened the door. There was a long line out there.

My face turned red with embarrassment. I wanted to go out, but the woman kindly gave me a tampon. “You can just ask if you need it. You don’t have to feel awkward.”

My face turned even redder. I took the tampon and thanked her before lowering my head and running away.

It was only after I was outside that the fresh air cooled me down.

When I went back to the private room, Kevin pulled out the chair for me. As soon as I sat down, he spoke.

“Is it too warm for you? You’re sweating.”

Before I answered, he used a handheld fan brought by another lady to fan me.

The light chiffon fabric clung to my curves when being teased by the breeze. A hint of my cleavage peeked through, and he raised his eyebrows slyly. His gaze lingered over me without a hint of restraint.

He did it on purpose.

I thought of what I had done in the restroom. Was this revenge?

I cleared my throat and raised my fork to get some food. Only then did I realize that almost everyone at the table was drunk.

The smell of alcohol lingered in the air. I was also a little tipsy.

It made sense why my desire was triggered by his unintentional touch. If I was not drunk, I would never boldly put his warm hand on my thigh.

“Be bold if you like me,” I whispered to him coyly.

He looked happy. “I do like you.”

He moved closer to me, and his fingers moved along my thigh. Under my short skirt, his hand moved higher toward the inner part of my thigh.

The thrill of pleasure increased, but it also felt like I was losing myself even more.

I felt like a fish out of water.

“What’re you two doing?”