It was a humid summer evening when I first met her at the local bar, her pixie cut gleaming under the dim lights. She wore a bold red lipstick that matched her tight-fitting dress, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. We exchanged pleasantries and found ourselves sharing a corner booth, our conversation flowing effortlessly.
As the night wore on, she leaned in closer, her hand gently caressing my thigh. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, her eyes filled with desire. She whispered in my ear, “I want you,” and I knew I couldn’t resist her.
We made our way to my nearby apartment, our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. Once inside, she pressed herself against me, her lips finding mine in a fervent kiss. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths with reckless abandon.
Her hands wandered down my body, unbuttoning my shirt and tracing the lines of my chest. I shuddered as she reached lower, her fingers deftly undoing my belt and unzipping my pants. She tugged them down, freeing my already hardening cock.
She knelt before me, her red lips curling into a seductive smile. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, her fingers barely able to encircle it. Her tongue darted out, tracing the tip of my cock, eliciting a low moan from me. She took me into her mouth, her lips sliding down my length, her head bobbing as she sucked me.
I tangled my fingers in her pixie cut, pulling her closer. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she worked me. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. With a groan, I came, filling her mouth with my hot load. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving mine.
She stood up, her lips glistening with my cum. I kissed her, tasting myself on her lips. My hands wandered down her body, cupping her ass. I could feel the heat coming from her pussy, the dampness seeping through her panties.
I slid my fingers under the lace, feeling her bare pubic hair. She gasped as I touched her, her hips bucking against my hand. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her slick walls. She was so wet, so ready for me.
I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carried her to my bedroom, laying her down on the bed. I stripped off her dress, revealing her lacy bra and panties. I traced my fingers over her body, her skin soft and warm under my touch.
I kissed her again, our lips meeting in a slow, sensual dance. I reached behind her, unfastening her bra, freeing her pert breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. She arched her back, her fingers tangled in my hair.
I trailed kisses down her body, my lips finding her pussy. I licked her, tasting her sweetness. She moaned, her hips grinding against my face. I slipped a finger inside her again, fucking her with it as I licked and sucked her clit.
She came hard, her body trembling beneath me. I kissed my way back up her body, settling between her legs. I guided my cock to her entrance, teasing her with the tip. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer.
I pushed inside her, her pussy welcoming me in. I started to move, my hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. She met me thrust for thrust, our bodies moving together as one. I could feel her muscles tightening around me, her walls gripping me.
I reached down, rubbing her clit. She moaned, her hips lifting off the bed. I could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around me. With a cry, she came again, her pussy pulsing around my cock.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came, filling her with my cum. We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling. I knew I had found something special with her, something I never wanted to let go.
As we drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning of our passionate encounter.
