In the dimly lit bar, she sat alone, her pixie cut hair shining in the neon light. Her tight dress accentuated her ample cleavage, and she sipped her drink slowly, her eyes scanning the room. He noticed her from across the room, and something about her drew him in.
He approached her, his heart pounding in his chest. “Hi,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “Mind if I join you?”
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Sure,” she said, gesturing to the empty seat next to her.
They spent the next hour talking, their conversation flowing easily. He couldn’t help but stare at her cleavage, and he could see the outline of her hard nipples through the fabric of her dress. He knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
Finally, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue dancing with his. He reached up, his hand cupping her breast, feeling her nipple harden even more beneath his fingers.
She moaned into his mouth, and he knew it was time. He took her hand, leading her out of the bar and into a nearby hotel. Once inside the room, he pushed her up against the wall, his lips finding hers once again.
His hands roamed over her body, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. He reached down, his hand slipping beneath her dress, finding her wet and ready for him.
He slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her tightness around him. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He added another finger, stretching her out, preparing her for what was to come.
He knelt down in front of her, his tongue finding her clit. He licked and sucked, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. She cried out, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair.
Finally, he stood up, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, pushing inside of her with one swift thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into his back.
He began to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned, her hips meeting his with each thrust.
He could feel himself getting close, and he reached down, his fingers finding her clit once again. He rubbed her in circles, feeling her tighten around him.
She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He followed soon after, his release filling her.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. He looked over at her, her pixie cut sticking to her forehead. “That was amazing,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “Yes, it was,” she said, snuggling closer to him.
And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew that this was just the beginning of a passionate encounter they would never forget.
