He catches her eye across the bar, but he's caught everyone's eye in the whole place. The curious thing was that she seemed to have caught his eye too. Not only had there been sliding glances, there was lingering eye contact and sly smiles. His eyes were foggy though, he was obviously not on his first glass. But, he seemed interested, and she was too, the chance was too compelling to ignore.

She had a decision to make: Go over there, wait for him, just keep eye fucking him.....What was a girl to do?

Nevermind, he's walking towards her, smirk on his lips.

"Hi, I'm Harry," he opens, taking her hand and leaning in as soon as he is close enough to be heard over the music, which is close enough to smell him. The rasp of his voice is as sexy as his gaze had been, and her head is already swimming with the scent of him.

"Alysia," she responds, realizing that they are still holding hands, his curled around hers. She must have been distracted by his eyes, because now all she can concentrate on are zings travelling through her veins.

"Well, Alysia, can I refresh your drink?" ah, a gentlemen, she thought.

"Um, yeah, I'll take another vodka and soda, please,"

"Don't go anywhere," he leaned in closely to murmur, his lips brushing her ear. She shivered, what the fuck. His cologne lingered and she rubbed her hands on the scant fabric of her black skirt. She couldn't help but fidget, she was not good at this. Guileless was a word oft applied to her, she felt out of her depth, should she keep flirting, just tell him he could take her home, take her anywhere, continue sitting here panting pathetically.

"Jesus," she muttered as her eyes followed him across the bar, he'd said like 10 words to her and she was ready to find a dark corner, flat surface not required.

"Keep your panties on, he may not be into you," she murmured to herself. Just then, while waiting on their drinks, he turned back to her, finding her eyes on him, and let his stare drift hotly down her body, lingering on her legs, then her lips, before catching her with his eyes again and smiling, dimples popping out. The smile was boyish to offset the wolfish gaze. Okay, he was interested.

She swallowed and came back to the bar, starting hearing sounds again and remembered they were in a room full of people. He glanced away in response to the bartender's voice. She checked her phone, her sister had finally texted, she was on her way. She started to text back, but what was she going to say, "Harry Styles just bought me a drink and is giving me a look that makes me need to change my panties." Yeah, that's exactly what she decides to send. She gets an immediate 'lol' back. Alysia responds, "no really. Maybe don't come?"

"You sure?" the next text reads. She looked up just then because Harry placed her new drink in her open hand and then ran his hand to her elbow.

"yes," she quickly hit send and realigned her body to make room in the booth for her companion.

"So, Alysia, why are you here alone?"

"Oh, my sister was on her way, but got stuck in traffic on Wilshire and then her daughter needed her to come back," Alysia fibbed.

"Don't mind my company then?" He asked into her ear.

She looked up, just moving back enough to look in his eyes, "No," she breathed against his lips.

He leaned in at that, but reeled himself in closing his eyes on a sigh before putting a bit of space between them and taking a drink.

"What do you do, Alysia," He asked while placing his drink down and moving his now unoccupied hand to his knee, pinky skittering along her bare thigh. She was sure he could see the goosebumps.

"I teach fitness classes, and help my sister with her kids. I finished my B.S. in kinesiology last year, and I'm studying to get my personal training cert. I sit for my test next month."

"Where do you teach, I'd love to catch one of your classes," he said genuinely.

"Um.. I teach at Orange Theory in SImi Valley twice a week, and do bootcamps and dance fitness at the Y the other three days," she delineated.

"Do you enjoy it?" There he went with the seemingly frank interest again.

"I do, I love the energy, I'm a bit of an extrovert, which is just another way of saying I like to suck other peoples energy out of them," her eyes bugged out as she realized the set-up she had just given him. 'please don't be a dick and ruin this with the expected comment,' She thought.

He looked amused but said, "I know a bit about feeding off the energy of a crowd."

"I'm not sure that my 30 people give off the same wattage as your 30,000, but I would guess you do," she laughed.

"Will you continue to teach after you start training, and what is orange theory?"

She explained both to him, that she loved group fitness, but that it was not enough to live on. He commented again about coming to her class, so she showed him when and where. By this time, she was practically on his lap, and his hand was on her thigh, her skin singing; hitting every high note beneath his large palm. She looked at it, and looked up, biting her lip when they made eye contact again.

He leaned in again, speaking into her ear, "Not to be forward, but I'd like to spend the night with you. I've been thinking about what sounds you might make since I first saw you. I won't be offended if you say no, but I hope you don't."He pulled back enough to see her expression and waited on her reply.

"Yes, I'd love to." She breathed licking her upper lip and catching his slightly on accident. He sucked in a breath.

"I'm going to call you an uber. I'm heading out now, I hope to see more of you soon." He was looking at his phone while he whispered all this. "You're looking for a black camry," and then he leaned in to kiss her cheek, sliding his lips along her jaw and leaving her breathless as he got up and walked toward the back of the bar.

"Shit," she exhaled, texting her sister to tell her she was going home with him, being met with a field of exclamation points in return.

Alysia walked out, seeing her uber, jumping in and trying to remember what bra and panties she had on. She wished she was wearing the bralette that matched her lace boy shorts under her white tee, but she was too busty to pull it off confidently. 'Whatever,' she thought, 'this is a one-off. He probably will have me naked before he notices what I'm wearing.' At that thought, she felt a fresh wave of wetness hit the cotton covering her sex. Damn, she was going to come just thinking about this.

20 minutes later, they pulled up to a gate that opened when they came close to the camera, and they proceeded up the steep driveway to the crest of a cliff in the Hollywood Hills. She thanked the driver and looked up to see Harry opening the door, backlight and wearing the all black ensemble he had devastated her with at the bar. She squared her shoulders and tried to shake off the nerves, her stomach was in knots and the pressure of her arousal had settled so deep in her pelvis she was sure he'd only have to breathe on her and she'd climax.

She met him at the door, and he kissed her cheek again and murmured that he was glad she came. She turned her head and met his lips, exhaling into his mouth lightly, shocking herself with her brazenness. He didn't seem put off, he sealed his lips to her, and tilted his head, deepening the kiss immediately, sliding her bottom lip between his before licking her top lip to encourage her to open her mouth wider.

 Alysia sighed and that was all the opening he needed, filling her mouth with his minty breath and slick tongue. He tangled his with hers for what felt like forever and not more than a second, before nibbling her lip and pulling her into the house.

"I intended to offer you a drink first, love," he whispered into her mouth, "Be a gentlemen."

"Don't want it, I'm already halfway there, and I need you." She guided his hand under her skirt, "feel"

"Fuck," he coughed, picking her up and closing the door before pressing her to it. His hands pushing her skirt until it circled her waist and pulling her shirt up over her head, both catching a quick inhale as they separated to get it off.

She stared at him for a moment, "you're very beautiful," she said.

"That's my line," he blushed, before leaning back in to kiss her more deliberately. Deep and slow, like he talked. He hefted her weight and carried her through to his bedroom, putting her down in the door way, then unbuttoning his shirt, she glanced over, and sighed at the view.

"Wow," she said as her legs carried her over to the huge window. By the time she tore her gaze away to look back at him over her shoulder, he had taken off all but his boxer briefs.

"Wow," she sighed again, looking up to see him watching her fondly.

"Which is the better view?" He asked flirtatiously.

"I can't decide, come closer so I can have a better look?" She played back.

He walked over, and she stopped breathing; he was so magnetic. He pressed her against the glass from behind. "Haven't gotten to do this yet, but I could picture it when I walked in here the first time, care to help make my fantasy a reality, love?"

Alysia moaned over the path his hands took as he spoke, up her hips and over her breasts, leaving bumps in their wake, continuing on to hold her chin as he licked out into her mouth. "Yes," she quaked out.

Her bra got lost and he slide down her body to remove her panties and pull her skirt off with them, using one large hand to press her upper body to the window and arch her back, biting the flesh of her ass and giving a little smack. That earned him a breathy groan he could not wait to investigate later. He nudged her legs further apart with his nose as he took a deep inhale.

"Baby, you are so wet, what made you this way?"

Alysia moaned, fogging up the window, before she yelped when he smacked her. Guess he wanted an answer. "You, please, Harry....."

"God, that's it," He groaned while he dove in. licking around her opening to the soft pink of her clit, her pussy swollen and glistening with want. "Hmmmm," he hummed before creating suction around her clit while he tongued it up and down.

Alysia's prediction came true, with little provocation she panted his name as her body seized up starting at the base of her spine, and ending with her head tipping back.

Harry lapped at her until she jerked her hips forward, "I need a minute," she pleaded.

As she said it, she felt him stand up strongly behind her and press against her.

"Harry," she gasped as he pushed in.

"Don't think you do," he said as he sank in until his pelvis cradled her ass.

"Fuck," she screamed as he began rocking into her. She felt on the verge again and felt her head go weak on her neck, rolling into the glass.

"Look at me," Harry ordered, but she couldn't seem to get her eyes open.

The sting opened them though, as he landed another slap to her reddened ass.

"Look at me, eyes on me," He said as he picked up his pace.

She kept her eyes locked on his in the glass, with the light of Los Angeles blurring with the green there as her own filled with tears when her second climax tore through her.

"Atta girl," he praised, picking up a knee and pressing her open to the glass. The cold was shocking and made her seize again as the rolling aftershocks turned into another wave.

Harry seemed to lose the plot then, "Fuck, you look gorgeous when you come, can you do it again, with me," he lifted her chin.

"Yes," she nodded weakly.

He picked up his pace and lengthened his stroke, putting her leg back down and arching her back again, sliding his right hand from her hip to her stomach, "there I am," he grunted.

"Harry, fuck, Harry...." Alysia chanted as his drives became sloppy and he groaned out his climax into her hair, triggering her to clamp down on him and yelp out her finish.

They slid into a heap in front of the window catching their breath. Alysia laid on her side and stared out the window, passed the reflection of her naked body as Harry spooned up behind her.

"Would you like to move to the bed?" He whispered.

"Maybe later," she breathed out, closing her eyes.

When she woke up, he was gently laying her head on a pillow, and getting in after her. She sleepily nuzzled him with her nose and he exhaled a chuckle.

The next time she woke up, it was to him opening her thighs, setting her top one upon his, "This okay?"

Alysia nodded sleepily. "Oh," she whined, she was tender from the time that had lapsed between him and her last partner, and the thorough seeing to she had had earlier.

"Sorry, are you too sore?" he asked with sincere concern.

"No, please, just go slow, please, Harry," she found she was already a bit desperate.

He responded in kind, "I thought you might be, I just needed to have you again."

"You're so big, Harry, I'm so full," Alysia whined.

"God, Fuck, You feel so soft and wet and tight," as he continued the long strong strokes he began with. He reached around her and began to pluck her clit, before sliding it between his index and middle finger to rub and pull it.

"Damn, Harry, Please.....I'm close again," rocking back into him as he switched to soft circles around her core, and she was coming again, shaking and squeezing him.

"Ughhhh.... Yes, that's it baby girl, clamp down," and he was finishing too. He smoothed her hair back and kissed her temple before untangling them and walked to the en suite.

She turned her head back and gave him a sleepy kiss when he returned from throwing out the condom.

It was the sun that stirred her the final time, shit, she needed to go. She extricated herself from his grasp, holding her breath as he stirred, but didn't awaken. She found her clothes, dressing as she walked to his door, ordering an uber.

'Well, that was one for the books' she thought and regretted leaving, but she didn't need the easy let down. She knew what this was when their eyes connected at the bar. A one-off, but the best sex of her life to be sure. Just a one time deal......

That was until her eyes connected to his green ones as he walked into her bootcamp two days later.

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