[Author's note: This is the first story I have written, so it's by no means 100% great. However I'm hoping it acts as good practice for me to start writing better, and to get some feedback.]
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We had only met last week, although it seemed like a lifetime ago. That first image of you walking into the bar, long sleek brown hair, tight fitting dress showing off your thin waistline, was one that would not easily leave my mind. However, what attracted me wasn't your breathtaking beauty but your cool, decisive aura. The aura of someone who knew what she wanted, and would take it by any means necessary.
Throughout the night I couldn't stop staring, but been too shy to approach you I just nursed my drink. I wasn't unattractive, with a hairless thin body, messy brown hair and smooth face, but I severely lacked in confidence. You must have noticed my stares however, as you approached the seat next to me and asked my name. From there the conversation flowed naturally, although I probably did compliment her looks a bit too eagerly.
It was just before midnight you suggested leaving to go back to your apartment down the road. Nervously and excitedly I jumped at the opportunity, and we quickly found ourselves in your apartment, tongues lashing at each other as we kissed deeply. Very quickly you took the lead, ordering me to strip and then pushing me on your bed, forcing your sweet pussy onto my face, straddling me and encouraging my tongue to get to work. I replied enthusiastically, pushing my tongue deep beneath your folds and teasing your clit, eager to taste your sweet, intoxicating juices. Your moans and taste excited me and I kept hard at work for over 20 minutes, teasing you slowly towards what I hoped was an orgasm.