We met earlier today at the supermarket. Some say it's a great pick up location, but I had never given it any thought before today. When you came over to me, I felt like such an idiot because I could barely speak. It was clear that you were undressing me with your eyes, seducing me at that very moment, tasting me with your mouth, even though you weren't within three feet of me. I couldn't take my eyes from your mouth as you slowly slid your tongue across your lips. When you leaned in closer to me to ask me out, my knees buckled and you had to grab my arm to stop me from falling. The smell of you filled my senses, the desire so intoxicating my belly twisted and ached and my body surrendered to you without you needing to ask. I couldn't have said no to you even if I had wanted to.
After a very nice dinner, we ended up here at this nightclub. Our conversation never faltered throughout the evening, until the subject of sex came up. I was desperately wishing it wouldn't, as I was not prepared to deal with it yet. It's true that I wanted to give my body to you from the moment I saw you, but I try to stay away from one night stands. Throughout the whole evening, parts of our bodies have touched casually keeping a small flame lit within me. You begin to tell me about your fantasies and how silly you think some of them are. I begin to relax, for it seems we are both unsurprised that we share so many of the same desires. Our connection from the first moment has been unbelievable, almost beyond the bounds of imagination. You take my hand in yours, lick my finger tips, never taking your eyes from mine, and vowing to make all of my sexual fantasies come true. My body shudders at the mere thought that it could happen.
We've had a few drinks by now and I'm starting to feel a little frisky. I know you sense this and it is why you have asked for a private room. You spend a little time chatting with the owner, and give him some money. I know I'm now in over my head, but I want, no, I need to taste just a little of you.
The room is surprisingly large, with mirrors on all the walls, as well as the ceiling, so wherever I look I can see our reflection. In the middle of the floor are some very comfortable looking chairs, a sofa and some tables. The waitress brings in more drinks and leaves them on the table, and we choose to sit on the sofa for now.
After a couple of sips and some small talk to ease the sexual tension between us, you lean forward and cover my mouth with yours. You nibble on my lips, taste, suck and devour me, and a moan escapes your throat as you take the kiss deeper yet. I know we've passed the point of no return when you unbutton my dress and let it fall from my shoulders. You flick open the clasp of my bra and let it fall away, then reach down and cup each breast in your hands, rubbing my taut nipples with your thumbs. I push forward, wanting you to take more, and then I slide my hands up your thighs. I unbutton your pants, and then unzip them so I can reach inside and pull out your hard throbbing cock.
Feeling my hand caressing your hardness, you break off the kiss and stand up to let your pants drop to the floor. You slip off your shirt and pull me to my feet, then guide me over by one of the chairs. You sit down and then very slowly pull down my white lace panties. I can feel your breath on every inch of my body as you ease my panties all the way down to the floor. My body involuntarily shudders with excitement, as you smile at me, the look of victory in your eyes, and then let me step out of the lacy fabric. You decide to leave my heels on, as they make my legs look so sexy.
You pull me backwards onto your lap, your prick poised between my legs. I feel its hardness slide up the outside of my pussy, which is already very wet. You pull me against your chest and kiss the back of my neck, nibbling lightly. I can feel the warmth of your hands on my breasts, and I breathe, "Oh yes!" into your chest. Your hips slowly move to rub your cock up and down my pussy lips, and my juices start to overflow from the sensation, my hips slowly moving in time with yours.