She was elegant, beautiful, and sexy all at the same time. She wore this tight black skirt with black high heels and a red shirt. She was about 5'11 with silky smooth brown skin and long hair with a reddish tint. And glasses, something that a woman wears rarely nowadays. She was flawless!! But let me start from the beginning ....
It started off being one those days where everything clicked. I was approved for a loan for my place, my friend just landed a huge contract and two other friends got promotions. So we decided to hit the night life like we were back in college. Another colleague owned a club so, we had VIP access to everything.
One friend went to the bar, the other to get the table , and another went to get the women; I went to the dance floor. That's where I saw her from across the room with her friends. I blinked, and my friend was already spoke to her and her friends and he brought them to our table. As I looked for her, a distant cousin James was speaking to me about something and he was excited, but my focus was elsewhere.
Finally, I saw her, but I was being dragged back to the dance floor by another woman. The mystery woman and I caught eyes for a second. She smiled, but I didn't know if she smiled or laughed at me. The whole night we kept passing each other. I started to think maybe she was not interested in me. There were beautiful women all over the club, but for some reason this one stood out. It was something about her smile. It was different, I couldn't tell what it was from a distance.
As the night went on the abundance of different fragrances started to get to me. I slowly faded away from the crowd and made my way to the bathroom. My head was pounding so badly all I could think was how could I let her walk by without saying a word... I was the definition of speechless. I ran some water from the sink. I heard the door open, but it was followed by the sound of high heels.
I figured it was just a couple about to do some "club sex," so I thought I would hold my head down until they went into a stall then I would make my exit. That wasn't the case at all.
"Oh, there you are," I heard.
I looked down and saw the black heels as my eyes slowly started to move up long, smooth legs, juicy thighs, and the red shirt that was fitted as if the designer made it while she was standing in front of him. Full, juicy lips with a perfect smile and a dimple on the left side of her face is what made her different. She stood with her hair over her shoulder and hands on her hips as if she knew me.
