In the dimly lit corner of the crowded bar, I spotted her. She had a back ponytail haircut, her hair cascading down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were fixated on the rim of her martini glass, a seductive allure in her gaze. She was in her late twenties, a woman of confidence, with a hint of mystery.
I approached her, my heart pounding in anticipation. I extended my hand, introducing myself, “I’m Ethan. Mind if I join you?”
She looked up, her eyes meeting mine. A faint smile appeared on her face, “I’m Samantha. I was expecting someone, but I guess he’s not coming.”
She shifted her stool, making space for me. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and soon enough, we found ourselves in a cab, heading to my apartment.
Once inside, I poured us two glasses of wine. We sat on the couch, sipping our drinks, engaging in small talk. I could feel the tension building up between us, the sexual tension palpable in the air.
I leaned in, gently brushing her cheek with the back of my hand. She turned towards me, her eyes locked onto mine. I moved closer, our lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss. Our tongues danced together, the taste of wine mingling with our breaths.
I trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes. She let out a soft moan, her hands running through my hair. I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lacy bra. Her breasts were firm, her nipples erect. I took one into my mouth, sucking and teasing it. She arched her back, her breath hitching.
I moved down, my lips tracing a path down her stomach. I hooked my fingers into her pants, pulling them down. She was wearing a thong, the thin strip of fabric barely covering her. I kissed her inner thighs, teasing her. She squirmed, her hands gripping the edge of the couch.
I pulled her thong aside, exposing her pussy. I could see her moisture glistening in the low light. I leaned in, my tongue darting out, tasting her. She tasted sweet, a hint of musk. I licked and sucked, her moans growing louder.
I slid a finger inside her, feeling her warmth. She was tight, her muscles clenching around my finger. I added another, her hips bucking against my hand. She was close, her breath coming in short gasps. I curled my fingers, hitting her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
She lay there, panting, her body limp. I kissed her inner thigh, my fingers still inside her. She looked at me, her eyes filled with desire. “Fuck me, Ethan,” she whispered.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock throbbing with need. I rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy, teasing her. She whimpered, her hips moving in a desperate attempt to get me inside her.
I slowly entered her, her warmth encasing me. She was tight, her muscles gripping me. I started moving, my pace increasing. She matched my rhythm, her hips meeting mine. I could feel her nails digging into my back, her moans filling the room.
I reached down, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed circles around it, her moans growing louder. She was close, her breath hitching. I increased my pace, my cock hitting her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm rippling through her.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust deeper, my cock pulsing inside her. I came, my release filling her. I collapsed on top of her, my breathing heavy.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths syncing. The night was still young, and we had yet to explore each other. But for now, we were content, basking in the afterglow of our encounter.
