In the dimly lit corner of the bustling bar, I spotted her – a woman with a pixie haircut, sitting alone at the counter. She wore a tight-fitting top that accentuated her ample cleavage, confined by a close push-up bra. Her eyes were captivating, piercing through the darkness and drawing me closer.
I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest. “Mind if I join you?” I asked, my voice steady despite the nerves coursing through my veins.
She looked up, her lips curling into a sly smile. “I was hoping you would.”
We exchanged pleasantries, our conversation flowing as easily as the drinks in our hands. Her laughter was infectious, and I found myself entranced by her beauty and charisma.
As the night wore on, our conversation turned intimate. We spoke of our desires and fantasies, each word stoking the fire burning between us. Before I knew it, we were back at her place, our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.
She led me to her bedroom, her hands exploring my body as we kissed. Our lips met in a fervent dance, our tongues entwining in a sensual rhythm. She nibbled my earlobe, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
She pushed me back onto the bed, her body hovering over mine. Her lips found my neck, her tongue tracing a path down to my collarbone. She unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts from their confines. Her mouth descended upon my nipples, her tongue swirling around the sensitive peaks.
I arched my back, my moans filling the room. She continued her assault on my breasts, her hands roaming my body. I could feel her desire, her need for me, and it only served to heighten my own arousal.
She moved down my body, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She reached my panties, her fingers hooking around the delicate fabric. She pulled them down, exposing my wet and waiting pussy.
She spread my legs, her tongue darting out to taste me. I cried out, my hips bucking as she teased my clit. She sucked and licked, her fingers sliding in and out of my wet and wanting hole.
I was on the brink of orgasm, my body tensing as she brought me closer and closer. But just as I was about to cum, she stopped. She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not yet,” she whispered.
She climbed back up my body, her lips finding mine once again. I could taste myself on her tongue, and it only served to fuel my desire.
She reached down, her fingers finding my entrance. She slid in, her fingers curling to hit that perfect spot. I moaned, my hips meeting her thrusts.
She added a second finger, her pace quickening. I could feel myself getting closer, my muscles tensing as I prepared to cum.
But just as I was about to reach my peak, she pulled out. She reached for a condom, rolling it onto my hard and waiting cock.
She positioned herself above me, her pussy hovering just above my throbbing erection. She lowered herself down, her wet and wanting hole swallowing me whole.
We moved together, our bodies in sync as we fucked. She rode me hard, her moans filling the room. I could feel myself getting closer, my balls tightening as I prepared to cum.
But just as I was about to release, she stopped. She looked down at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not yet,” she whispered.
She leaned down, her lips finding mine. We kissed, our tongues entwining as we continued to fuck.
I could feel myself getting closer, my body tensing as I prepared to cum. And this time, she let me.
I exploded inside her, my orgasm ripping through my body. She moaned, her pussy milking every last drop from my cock.
We lay there, our bodies spent and sated. And as we drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning of our passionate encounter.
