No Choice

I observed the beautiful interplay of muscles in his arms as he lifted the bottle to his mouth. It’s crazy I know but I was really into it. If he didn’t eat the things I ate, and drank the things I drank, I wouldn’t have believed I wasn’t drugged. The shirt he had on was unbuttoned all the way and I could see his strong chest muscles flat and proud. I tell you, I was so horny that if he only asked to fuck me or looked at me the wrong way, I would have fucked him right there and then. He was a gentleman though. I know he didn’t want to appear as someone who takes advantage hence he did not touch me or anything. I was in awe of his self control, even if I was throwing double meaning words at him, and I know he got it, he always chose the other meaning and replied to it. Even in my tipsy state I appreciated that. So all night I just watched him. Even noticed the weird way he drank his beer from the bottle – he puts the bottle against his lips, licks the rim a couple of times, then he drinks it.