Chelsea stumbled into the crowded bar, already feeling a little tipsy. Her tight red dress showed off her curves and her long blonde hair cascaded down her back. She made her way to the bar and ordered another drink. A few minutes later, she found herself talking to Peter, a tall and muscular man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
As the night wore on, they continued to drink and flirt. Chelsea could feel the heat between them, and before she knew it, they were kissing passionately. Suddenly, Peter grabbed her by the hand and led her to the back of the bar, where there was a secluded area.
Chelsea's mind was hazy from the alcohol, and she wasn't sure what was happening. "Wait, what are we doing?" she asked, feeling a wave of reluctance.
Peter pressed her up against the wall and whispered in her ear, "Just trust me."
As he began to touch her in ways she had never experienced before, Chelsea's inhibitions melted away. She moaned and gasped, feeling a rush of pleasure unlike anything she had felt before.