I took a spontaneous weekend trip to the city to clear my head, no plans, no friends, just me. i checked into this small boutique hotel and decided to hit the lobby bar for a drink before bed. i’m 19, lookin pretty young, but i rocked a fitted crop top and a short skirt, trying to look older and more confident than i felt.

the bartender caught my eye right away. he looked about mid-twenties, tall, a bit scruffy, with these intense eyes that made me blush. i ordered a mojito (fake confident voice and all), and he didn’t even question my age, just gave me a smirk like he knew i was trying to impress him. “first time in the city?” he asked, leaning in, arms flexing as he mixed my drink.

we chatted for a while, the bar not too crowded, just a few travelers sipping their drinks quietly. i confessed i was here alone, and he teased me about being brave, calling me a “cute little adventurer.” i couldn’t help but smile and play with my straw, feelin a flutter low in my belly every time he looked at me.

by the time my drink was half-finished, i was already feeling buzzed and bolder. “my room’s got a nice view,” i blurted out, my heart pounding. he raised an eyebrow, that sexy grin growing. “oh yeah?” he said, wiping a glass dry, “maybe you can show me after my shift.”

i waited in my room, nerves and excitement mixing. about an hour later, a soft knock at the door. there he was, still in his bartender’s shirt, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened. i could smell his cologne as he stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him.

we didn’t waste time with small talk. i moved closer, he leaned down, and our lips met. he tasted like mint and rum, and i swear i melted right there. his hands slid down my sides, settling on my hips, pulling me against him. i arched into him, my body humming with need.

my back pressed against the window as he lifted me slightly, my legs wrapping around his waist. he kissed my neck, whispering filthy compliments that made me blush and grin. i tugged at his shirt, feeling the muscles beneath, and he groaned when i traced my fingers along his chest.

we tumbled onto the bed, clothes coming off in a rush, and when he finally slid inside me, i bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud. the soft light from the city skyline framed us, his slow, deep thrusts making me see stars. i’d never felt so desired, so completely caught in the moment.

“you feel so good,” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. i shivered and gripped his arms, letting him take me, guide me, until we both reached that dizzying peak. after, we lay tangled together, breathing hard, the sounds of distant city traffic lulling us.

he left before sunrise, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead. i fell asleep smiling, the taste of mojito and the feel of his hands still on my body. the next morning, i caught him at the bar again, and we just exchanged a knowing smile. i left the hotel with a story i’ll never forget.

i guess that’s what i came here for, something unexpected, exciting, and just for me.