In the dimly lit corner of the bustling city bar, a woman with fiery red curls cascading down her shoulders caught his eye. She was nursing a glass of red wine, her emerald green eyes scanning the room with a hint of boredom. Her hair was a wild mess, as if she had just woken up or had a long, passionate night. He couldn’t help but feel drawn to her.
He approached her, his heart pounding in his chest. “Is this seat taken?” he asked, gesturing to the empty stool beside her. She looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly before she shook her head. “No, not at all,” she replied, her voice a low, sultry purr.
They exchanged pleasantries, their conversation flowing smoothly as they discovered shared interests and experiences. The chemistry between them was palpable, their bodies inching closer with every passing moment. He reached out, gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear, and she leaned into his touch.
Without a word, they left the bar and hailed a cab, their destination the nearby hotel. As soon as the door closed behind them, their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths. He ran his fingers through her curls, marveling at their softness, as she moaned into his mouth.
They stumbled into the hotel room, their hands all over each other as they tore at each other’s clothes. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down, his lips never leaving hers, as he trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling at her earlobes and making her squirm with pleasure.
His fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently as she arched her back, her breath hitching. He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach, his fingers playing with her damp curls. She was already soaking wet, her pussy begging for his touch.
He spread her legs wide, his tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted sweet, like honey and wine, and he couldn’t get enough. He licked and sucked at her clit, her moans growing louder and more frantic as he slid a finger inside her. She was tight, her walls gripping him as he added a second finger, curling them to hit her G-spot.
She came hard, her body shaking as she screamed his name. He didn’t give her a moment to recover, climbing up her body and positioning himself at her entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He slid inside her, her walls gripping him tightly as he filled her up. He started slow, his thrusts steady and deep, before picking up the pace. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together as they chased their release.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit once more as he rubbed it in circles. She came again, her pussy clenching around him as she screamed his name. He followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his seed.
They lay there, their bodies tangled together, as they caught their breath. He traced patterns on her skin, his fingers getting lost in her curls. “That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Yes, it was,” he agreed. And as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined, they knew they would never forget this passionate encounter with the girl with messy, curly hair.
