People talk about love at first sight, but I do not believe in it. How can you love someone you know absolutely nothing about? Lust at first sight though is something else altogether.
Every eye in the place practically popped out when she entered. A stunning brunette, roughly five-ten. She was wearing a dress was this slinky black number that revealed a very nice amount of cleavage. It was a skintight mini-dress that barely came past her crack and showed off her succulent thirty-six-inch tits for all they were worth. Her hair was wavy and hung down between her shoulder blades. I didn't even think about her.
I know when a babe is completely out of my league, and this babe was out of our neighborhood pub's league. At least fifteen men approached her, and all were shot down. I figured she must be waiting for her Mr. Universe boyfriend. It was one of those moment that I don't tell anyone about, because they just wouldn't believe me. And then the miracle, I've been spending twelve years, in various bars waiting for occurred. Our eyes met across the crowded room. She approached me.
"I came here looking for someone to take me home and fuck my brains out. I'd really like it to be you. You have about five seconds to make up your mind"
| didn't even take one. I furiously nodded my head and took her by the hand and left the bar, much to the amazement of everyone. I knew that we would be doing the wild thing before too long and I knew that she sensed this as well. By the time I had started the engine of the car, hers had already revved to about eighty miles an hour. She was bent over the seat, unzipping my pants and taking my already granite-hard dick between her luscious lips.