Carley had just broken up with James, and James was feeling a little depressed about it. The two had been going out for some time, and James was pretty sure that Carley was "the one," when Carley slipped a Dear John letter under his apartment door before running off to Las Vegas with another man. To help out, James's friends decided a good night of club hopping would make him feel a little better.
It did not do much good, at the first two bars James just sat at the bar, nursing scotch and waters while his friends were out dancing and exchanging phone numbers. At the third bar, James decided to have a little fun and joined his friends on the dance floor.
He hadn't danced for very long when he spotted someone he would like to meet. She was a gorgeous brunette, wearing a white sleeveless shirt with no bra and a tiny, black skirt; she had long, flowing brown hair, golden tan skin, beautiful 38D breasts, tiny waist, perfectly rounded hips, and long, gorgeous legs incased in a pair of black fishnet stockings. He walked over to her and over the boom of the club, asked her if she wanted to dance. She said yes, and the two went to the floor together.
At first the two danced some distance from each other, but as they danced, the two got slowly closer together until they were grinding against each other to the pounding rhythm of the music. James hadn't danced like this in a long time, and his cock began to grow beneath his pants at the feel and grinding of this other woman against his body.
The two continued to dance, and James was getting more excited as the two began to dance even more erotically. Afraid of cumming there on the dance floor, James excused himself and went to the restroom. When he got there, he splashed cold water on his face to calm himself down and tried to will his hard on away. Nothing worked, as thoughts of that beautiful brunette and her large, firm breasts; her round, tight ass; and her tanned brown skin filled his mind and kept him excited.
James heard the door open and shut behind him, and he looked to see who came in. It was the brunette, standing in the harsh light of the restroom. Without saying a word, she walked up to James and kissed him passionately. James felt her tongue work its way inside his mouth, and he responded by running his tongue up and down her own. He felt the woman's firm, perfect body, slick with sweat from dancing as he was, and the sparse fabric that covered it. His hard on throbbed in his pants, begging to be released.