This is an honest-to-God true story, which happened to me earlier this year. Believe me or not, it's still something I think of verrrrrry fondly. Email me if you like it...I have lots of other experiences I would like to write about!
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I hadn't planned on picking anyone up, but when I entered the dark room there she was, and my eyes found her immediately. After I saw her, I could look at nothing else. I sat at a booth in the corner, where I had a perfect view of her, sitting at the bar counter, facing the door and sipping a drink slowly as if waiting for someone. God, she was beautiful. In an exotic way.
She wasn't your typical blonde bombshell or raven beauty, the kind that fill up places like these on the weekends, watching like hawks for Mr. Right, but the Mr. Right that has a long cock that can make them feel like a dirty whore. No, this girl was different. Pure, somehow. She looked to be around 22 or 23, her long dark hair flowing past her shoulders loose and unfettered. It was so smooth, and framed perfectly her oval face, those exotic slanted eyes deep and dark and expressive.
Her mouth was red, but not overly painted. Her skin looked soft and was the color of caramel. I swallowed as my mouth went dry, imagining how she would taste. Her body was a work of art, with small but perfectly shaped breasts, pointed and firm. I could see a slight bulge where her nipples were, and imagined them dark and round on my tongue. Her white shirt was tight and form-fitting, and showed her flat belly about two inches above the top of her short black skirt. Her legs were long and lean, and her feet were nicely shaped with painted nails. She was wearing strappy black sandals.
I ordered a beer and watched her. With one hand below the table, I softly ran my fingers along my hardening cock as I imagined tearing off her shirt and biting her soft nipples. It was so dark in the joint, I felt safe but excited as I unzipped my pants and reached into my boxers to stroke my cock. Adjusting myself, the tip of my cock sprang up and out of my pants as I pinched and stroked the head of it. The waitress brought my beer and with one hand I took a long draught of it and set it back down on the table. Underneath the table, my fingers continued stroking and pinching the head of my cock which was now straining to come all the way free. God, I wanted to bury it deep inside her pussy.
I was staring openly at her, not caring if she saw me or not, when suddenly she looked straight at me. When our eyes met, my cock almost jumped and I looked away quickly, suddenly embarrassed. As soon as I looked back, I saw that her eyes were still on me. She licked her lips and sipped her drink again, looking at me over the rim of her glass. Never taking her eyes off me, she walked slowly towards me until she was sliding into the other side of the booth where I sat. My hand had pushed down my pants a little more and I was now slowly stroking the length of my cock, up and down. The tip of it was wet.