In the dimly lit corner of the smoky jazz lounge, I spotted her. A woman of Amazonian stature, her curves poured into a red dress that left little to the imagination. Her hair, the color of raven’s wings, was cropped short, framing her sharp jawline and high cheekbones. A glass of whisky rested in her hand, her index finger tracing the rim as she scanned the room.
I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest. “Mind if I join you?” I asked, gesturing to the empty seat beside her. She looked me up and down, her lips curling into a smirk as she took a slow sip of her drink.
“I was beginning to think you’d never ask,” she replied, her voice husky and low. I took a seat, ordering a drink of my own as I made small talk with the enchanting stranger.
As the night wore on, our conversation became more suggestive, our bodies inching closer as we whispered secrets into each other’s ears. Before I knew it, her hand was on my thigh, her fingers tracing patterns on the fabric of my pants.
She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. “Follow me,” she commanded, her voice barely above a whisper. I obeyed, my heart racing as she led me to a dimly lit staircase.
We reached the top, her lips crashing into mine as she pushed me against the wall. Her hands roamed my body, her fingers expertly undoing the buttons of my shirt as she slipped it off my shoulders. She trailed kisses down my neck, her teeth grazing my skin as she made her way to my chest.
I gasped as she took my nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as she sucked and nibbled. She reached down, her hand cupping my cock through my pants as she ground her hips against me.
“I want you,” she growled, her eyes dark with desire. She dropped to her knees, her fingers quickly undoing my pants as she pulled my cock free.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust as she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine as she took me deeper into her mouth.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her as she sucked and licked my cock. She reached down, her fingers finding my balls as she massaged them gently.
“I’m going to come,” I warned, my voice strained. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with excitement as she sucked harder, her fingers tightening around my balls.
I came hard, my cum filling her mouth as she swallowed every drop. She stood up, her lips curling into a smirk as she licked her lips.
“I think it’s my turn now,” she purred, her hand finding its way between her legs. She slipped her fingers under her dress, moaning as she touched herself.
I watched in awe as she pleasured herself, her hips grinding against her hand as she brought herself closer to the edge. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her as she trembled in my arms.
We stood there, our bodies entwined as we caught our breath. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. I couldn’t have agreed more.
