One evening, in a dimly lit bar, a woman with messy hair and red lipstick caught my eye. She was nursing a drink, her gaze fixed on the rim of the glass. I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Is this seat taken?” I asked, gesturing to the empty stool beside her.
She looked up, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before she shook her head. “No, not at all.”
Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and before long, we found ourselves in her apartment. I couldn’t take my eyes off her lips, painted a deep shade of red. I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the curve of her cheek.
She smiled, her lips parting in an invitation I couldn’t resist. I leaned in, our lips meeting in a hungry kiss. Her tongue darted out, exploring my mouth. I moaned, my hands tangling in her hair.
She pulled away, her breath coming in short gasps. “Bedroom,” she whispered, leading me by the hand.
We stumbled into her room, our bodies pressed together. I kissed her neck, my teeth gently nibbling at her earlobe. She shivered, her hands tugging at my shirt.
“Off,” she demanded, her fingers fumbling with the buttons.
I obliged, shrugging out of my shirt. She ran her hands over my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. I groaned, my hands cupping her breasts. I could feel her nipples harden under my touch.
She pushed me back onto the bed, her lips finding mine once more. I wrapped my legs around her, pulling her closer. She ground her hips against me, my cock straining against my jeans.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down my neck. She nipped at my collarbone, her tongue leaving a wet trail. I gasped, my hands gripping the sheets.
She reached down, her fingers deftly undoing my jeans. She pulled them down, my cock springing free. She wrapped her hand around it, her grip tight.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my head thrown back.
She stroked me, her hand moving up and down my shaft. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening.
“I’m close,” I warned, my voice hoarse.
She ignored me, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock. She sucked, her tongue swirling around the tip. I moaned, my hands gripping her hair.
“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, my hips bucking.
She didn’t stop, her mouth moving faster. I came, my cum filling her mouth. She swallowed, her lips still wrapped around my cock.
She pulled away, a satisfied smile on her face. “Good?”
I nodded, my chest heaving. “Fuck, yes.”
She crawled up beside me, her head resting on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, my fingers tracing patterns on her back.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, the only sound our heavy breathing.
It was a night I wouldn’t forget, a night of passion and desire. A night where we both let go of our inhibitions, and just felt.
And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew I’d remember that night, that woman, for a long time to come.
