The night had been long and both my girlfriends had already left when I made one final scan of the guys in the dingy bar before walking slowly toward the exit. It was emptying out now and the few people left were either coupled up, propping up the bar drowning their sorrows or just hoping for something interesting to happen.
I must admit that I'd expected a bit more male attention that night after the effort I'd put in to look as sexy as I could. I'd squeezed my 5'4" frame into a tight little black low-cut dress that showed enough of my 36dd cleavage to catch the eye and enough leg to suggest I was available. For a change, I didn't tie back my hair, I let my long flowing brunette locks loose and combined with my full red lips and a bit of mascara, I was feeling pretty hot.
"Are you leaving honey?" said a deep voice as a strange hand grabbed my arm.
"Can I come too?" he asked cheekily.
He had a sweet smile and was quite cute, not exactly handsome but slim, muscular and tall, just my type. I'd had a bit too much wine by this time and staggered a little as I turned. I guess I was feeling a bit sorry for myself and was flattered by the attention, especially when he grabbed both my arms quickly to stop me from falling off my heels and flat on my face.
"You can walk me to get a cab if you like..." I offered trying not to sound needy.
Without saying another word, he slipped his arm around my waist and led me to the door. Stepping out into the warm summer air, we strolled arm in arm down the dimly lit street. My heart started beating faster - I'm normally the cautious type and leaving a bar with a total stranger was something I'd never dreamt of doing before. The wine had given me more courage than usual as well as making this whole situation feel dangerous and a bit kinky.
A car drifted slowly past, bathing us in it's bright headlights when suddenly he stopped and swiveled round, pushing me against the brickwork wall of a nearby shop. Sliding his muscular arm up my back, he pulled me towards him locking his lips over mine in a passionate kiss. He wasted no time slipping his free hand up my leg and under my skirt, stroking my inner thigh, the side of his rough hand brushing against my cotton panties. His boozy tongue tasted bitter as he wrapped it around mine, breathing heavily and grabbing me tighter, pushing his bulging jeans against my thigh. Feeling how hard he was, I raised my hand to his chest and pushed him back to gain my breath.
"Slow down a bit, I don't even know your name..." I stammered.
"It's Mike, what's yours hot stuff?"
"I'm Esther..." I replied putting my hand in his. "Now get me home."
"I only live around the corner, why don't we have a nightcap and I'll get you a cab from there?" he offered optimistically.
We both knew what he was really saying and I had a decision to make. He'd certainly turned me on but I'd never had a one night stand before and was a bit nervous about going to a stranger's house alone. In the end, being horny and pretty drunk, I decided a quick fumble with this guy seemed harmless enough and a sudden desperate need to scratch my itch made my mind up for me anyway.
"OK, just a quick one..." I replied suggestively, a large grin appearing on his face as he stepped back to blatantly check me out.
He didn't need a second invite as he squeezed my hand tightly and began to stride purposefully down the street. As promised, his house was just along the road down a quiet cul-de-sac. It was an old red brick building, with a big imposing front door.
"I can't stay too long..." I said cautiously, just in case I wanted to make a quick exit.
"I'll take good care of you, don't you worry!" he replied, laughing.
Stepping inside, there was a short corridor leading to a slightly scruffy kitchen, in the middle a small round table surrounded by wooden stools. I sat down and leaned my elbows on it's dark wooden surface.
"What's your tipple?" he asked, opening a cupboard full of bottles.
"Surprise me..." I answered, smiling.
He found a couple of shot glasses and placed them on the table. Pulling the cork out of a dark brown bottle, he poured two generous measures of some sort of dark green liqueur into each glass.
"Down in one, 1, 2, 3..." he counted, raising his glass. Tipping my head back, I gulped down the shot in one go, a burning sensation immediately hitting the back of my throat causing me to cough and splutter. When I stopped I noticed his glass was still full.
"Hey what's the deal? Down in one you said!" I barked at him.
"Too strong for me and anyway I want to mess around with you..." he replied firmly. "I know you want me..."
"You're not shy are you?" I slurred, my head suddenly feeling very heavy.
"What the hell was that drink?"
"Just something to loosen you up..." laughed Mike, moving around the table until he stood behind me. Bending down he kissed my neck sending electric sensations through my body and through my now befuddled brain.
"Let's go relax in my room..." he whispered, slowly lifting me out of the chair.
By now I was feeling very shaky and my legs felt like they hardly worked so the thought of lying down was certainly appealing.
Sweeping me up in his big strong arms he carried me easily, striding up the stairs and through the door of a dimly lit room. A large unmade bed was in one corner, it's sheets in a heap on the floor and to my surprise, hanging from the ceiling, was a bunch of straps attached to a chain.
I'd never seen anything quite like it, although I was pretty sure it wasn't gym equipment. Laying me down on the bed, my dress riding up my legs, he clambered on top of me and kissed me hard on the mouth. His hands got busy feeling my tits and grabbing my tight ass through my dress. Gradually, my eyes began to feel really heavy, my arms too weak to lift and although I felt relaxed, I also felt pretty helpless as he continued to grope me all over my body.
"Let's get you out of this dress Esther, I wanna see what your hiding in here..." he whispered excitedly, rolling me over on my side to unzip my black dress. The lower shoulder of my dress fell straight down and he quickly peeled off the other, exposing my white lace bra.
"Amazing tits!" he exclaimed, immediately grabbing both cups firmly in his eager hands.
Jumping back, he grinned mischievously and pulled my dress down over my ass, then over my legs and feet, until I lay there before him in just my bra and panties. By this time my body felt pretty limp but my mind was still clear enough to understand what was going on despite feeling a little groggy.
Kneeling between my thighs, he dropped his face onto my belly, licking slowly down towards the top of my tiny panties. Putting one hand under my ass to raise me up, he yanked my panties down sharply and pulled them right off, my black bush springing into his lusty view. Licking his lips, he continued down my belly until his tongue was buried in my silky pussy fur.
"I love a sweet tasting natural girl..." he growled, his tongue probing at my pussy lips. I'd become very moist since that drink and his hot lapping tongue was squelching loudly as he ate me. I groaned as his hot breath blew into my hole, helpless but to go along with whatever he intended to do to me, his rough tongue lapping at my swollen clit. I didn't have to wait long to find out as he stood up, kicked off his pants and boxer shorts and took his hard boner in his hand, stroking himself confidently, standing over me. He was a decent size with a bulbous head and a pair of large hairy balls.
"I only do skin on skin so it's bareback for your hot little bush, Esther" he stated assertively.
Kneeling back down and reaching up my back, he undid my bra and threw it across the room.
"You won't be needing that..." he declared, straddling me and shuffling up to move his throbbing cock over my tits. Lowering his boner down onto my ample cleavage he grabbed both boobs and clamped them round his cock, fucking between my tits vigorously, his uncut head banging into my chin.
"You give a great tit-fuck babe..." he panted, his cock sandwiched tightly between my strongly held boobs, nipples erect from his fondling.
Stopping suddenly, he leaned forward and lowered himself to place his pulsing purple head over my pouting lips.
"Take a close look..." he declared, "I'm gonna slide this all the way inside that tight little bush of yours and make you cum."
Moving back down my body on his knees, he was quickly on top of me, his hot breath across my face as he whispered between kissing me and stroking his dick.
"Mmm look how hard you got me...time to feel some of your heat..."
Thrusting forward with his hips, he slid his cock through my damp black pubes, ramming his head eagerly into my waiting hole. It slid in with ease, his hardness vanishing into my accommodating pussy as he paused with his full pulsating length sunk inside me.
"Mmmm, so deep and so wet, Esther, and so full of my cock..." he gasped, grinding his balls against my muff.
"I reckon you're wet enough for my love swing now you dirty girl..." he declared, pulling his oily tool from between my wide spread-eagled thighs.
I'm no prude but I'd never even seen a sex swing before let alone been brave enough to try one. There was a mass of dark straps hanging from a sturdy chain bolted into the ceiling. He untangled the knot of leather straps and spread them out carefully, revealing what looked like a loop for each foot and arm and a thicker couple of straps in the center which formed a kind of seat.
