Amanda awoke to the sight of the early afternoon sun streaming down through the window; Her mind still hazy with sleep she looked about the room she now knew was most definitely not hers.
She looked around interestedly, searching for some clue as to the events of the previous evening.
The room was simply furnished in light airy colours and gauzy curtains. Her crumpled dress lay in a heap on the floor along with the rest of her clothes and as her mind slowly cleared, she looked beside her and noticed the second occupant of the bed. Her mind reeled backwards and suddenly she remembered everything, the dress, the club... and him.
The evening had started simply enough, she had arranged to meet up with a small group of her friends and go clubbing, the start went fairly uneventfully, the men were all either taken or ugly and her friends slowly paired off with guys one after the other until she was left alone drinking her cocktail.
'May I have this dance?'
The voice was like dark, spicy chocolate, low, smooth with undertones of the Mediterranean or Spain and it sent shivers down her spine. She looked up to a face of the same description.
He was tall with long black hair just past his shoulders, that loosely curled as it fell, he had chiselled good looks and sparkling eyes that coupled with his charming smile made her feel weak at the knees.
They finished their dance and he asked for another, and another after that and coupled with the several cocktails already steadily swirling through her brain, the dances went by in a heated passionate swirl of the smell of their sweat and the touch of his skin.
'Come with me'
His voice whispered in her ear, he was so close she could feel his trousers bulging against her thigh. She was surprised to realise she was dripping wet.
He pulled her by the hand to the toilets and they gigglingly locked themselves in a stall.
'God, I want you, take me now, please!' She was amazed how turned on she felt, she would never dream of doing something like this normally! And yet, here she was, begging this complete stranger to take her right there in the club! He kissed down her neck and slowly made his way down her body as he lifted up her skirt. She was panting heavily now as he pulled off her underwear and cast it to one side. He kissed her right on the sex and fire exploded through her veins. His tongue felt so good and he was obviously very skilled as she already felt her orgasm growing. He slowed down and started lightly tonguing her already painfully swollen clit, as he slowly inserted first one finger, then two.
Pleasure was coursing through every limb and eventually she simply couldn't hold on anymore. Her spine recoiled backwards and her orgasm shot through her leaving her panting as if she'd just ran a mile.
'Done so soon?'
His smile was so smooth it made her even wetter than she thought possible. Her pussy was still giving little spasms of pleasure as he whispered something in her ear about continuing back at his place.
They left her sodden underwear.
The taxi ride was a blur of more heated kissing and fondling; she rubbed his crotch and felt it grow and harden as he moaned softly into her mouth. She smiled at this and thought to herself that maybe it wouldn't be so hard to live up to this man's standards as she'd first thought.
