I met Mal on St.Patrick's Day in an Irish bar. It was my first time celebrating it in Canada and outside of my native Dublin. I got her number and told her we need to grab a drink sometime.
I invited her to a low-key hipster bar on a busy street with good nightlife on a Friday night. She wore a cap on our first date, as casual as you like. I teased her about it and joked that it was
"No pressure, but that has to be strike one," I said, but she just laughed and played it down.
She was also wearing jeans, a black blouse, and white sneakers. She was about 5'5", slim, and had curves in all the right places. She had long, wavey black hair, and her big, brown eyes popped from her smooth ebony skin in the dim lights of the bar.
We stayed there for an hour and had two drinks while we settled into each other's company. The mood was relaxed and flirty as we both knew already that we were into each other from when we first met.
When we got to the next bar, a mix of dive bar and burlesque, she was even more relaxed so I brought up if she remembered saying all of those naughty things in my ear on St. Patrick's day. She blushed and looked away covering her mouth while laughing at the same time.
"Oh my gosh, yes, well I kind of do."
"Well, I couldn't forget," I said, "you said you'd suck my dick so much better than the blonde in the red dress that I had been chatting up."
She giggled unashamedly and I joked that it was lust at first sight after that and that she was a hopeless romantic.
She didn't mind me teasing her at all and she just looked at me mischievously. She had effortless sex appeal, she really just oozed sexy. She was unashamed about her sexuality, we knew we were going to fuck that night, and we were just going to enjoy the flirting and build-up.
That said, she was also super-smart and very sapiosexual so her eyes lit up when I told her about the book I was writing.
We sat facing each other in a busy room, both leaning in with the drinks table to our side. She had one hand supporting her face and her elbow resting on one knee, her other hand I felt on my leg. This alone was enough to get me hard and then I noticed she saw my inappropriate erection which was now pointing down my left leg.
I was looking at her when I felt her index finger tracing the tip of my cock. I was so horny I could have fucked her there and then in front of the whole room. She was loving turning me on so much.
After another hour we walked to a nearby burlesque bar, which was long and narrow with loud live music at the rear. We danced and she was grinding up on me. When we paused for a few moments leaning up against the wall at the side of the dancefloor, she was standing in front of me leaning her beautiful booty up against my cock and shimmying her hips.
"Want to come back for a drink?" I asked. "I live just around the corner."
"Of course," she replied, smiling.
We walked to my place a minute away and grabbed a quick drink in the kitchen before heading to the bedroom.
We began kissing passionately and I was pushing her up against my dresser, my hands caressing her juicy ass and thighs. She dropped to her knees and eagerly unzipped my fly and started to lick my balls and suck my cock.
"Mmm you're so big," she said, in between working my cock up and down.
"That's it, get it nice and sloppy, I want to hear you slurping," I replied.
