In the dimly lit bar, a woman with long, flowing hair as dark as the night sky caught my eye. She was a Filipina, with porcelain skin and full, inviting lips stained a deep red – the color of desire. She wore a form-fitting dress that accentuated her curves and made my heart race. I approached her, our eyes met, and I felt an immediate connection.
We exchanged pleasantries, and I learned her name was Isabella. Her voice was sultry, and her laughter intoxicating. The chemistry between us was palpable. I suggested we continue our conversation in a more private setting, and she agreed.
Once in my apartment, we wasted no time. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together. Her hands roamed my body, and I could feel her desire growing. I trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, causing her to moan softly.
I reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the ground. She was wearing a red lace bra and panties, her nipples hard and her lips glistening with want. I cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with my thumbs. She arched her back, pressing herself into my touch.
I slid her panties down, revealing her shaved pussy, already wet with desire. I knelt before her, spreading her legs apart. I looked up at her, and she nodded, her breath quickening. I leaned in, my tongue finding her clit. She gasped, her hands finding my hair.
I licked and sucked, her moans growing louder. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around me. I added a second finger, curling them to find that spot that made her cry out in pleasure. I could feel her getting closer, her legs trembling.
With one last flick of my tongue, she came undone, her orgasm washing over her. She looked down at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure. I stood up, my cock hard and ready. She reached down, stroking me gently.
I lifted her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I pressed her against the wall, my cock teasing her entrance. She looked into my eyes, biting her lip. I thrust into her, filling her completely.
We moved together, our bodies in sync. I could feel another orgasm building inside her. I reached down, rubbing her clit as I thrust deeper and harder. She cried out, her nails digging into my back as she came again.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. With one final thrust, I came inside her, our moans mingling together. We stayed there, pressed against the wall, our bodies still connected.
After a moment, I slid out of her, lowering her to the ground. We stood there, catching our breath, our bodies glistening with sweat. She looked up at me, a satisfied smile on her face.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, it was,” I agreed, my hand reaching out to stroke her cheek.
We got dressed in silence, the silence speaking volumes. As she left, she turned to me, her lips quirking into a playful smile.
“Same time tomorrow?” she asked.
I nodded, my lips curling into a smile. “I’ll be waiting.”
