Oh it has been too long since I have been out and about, doing all the naughty things that little miss dirty gurlie likes to do. I am so looking forward to an evening of pleasure, pain, domination and outright fucking. I prepare myself to go out, pulling on black thigh high boots, a very short black skirt that allows my ass to peek out if I move just right and I short black halter top. I pull on my black leather jacket and grab my keys as I head out to find my fun for the night.
I drive to a nearby bar and enter. Heads turn to look at my long legs and long red hair as I take a seat at the bar. I take off my jacket and take a look at the possibilities for the evening. There are several men that have taken more than just a quick peek at me and some of the women in the bar are glaring at me. It only makes me that much more hungry for what I desire.
The bartender comes by asking what I would like. I order a shot of tequila and a beer. He gives me my drinks and I pay him in cash, leaving a hefty tip. I pound the tequila and start on my beer. I look around once more and notice a delicious brunette towards the end of the bar. I flash him a smile and move ever so slightly that my breast peeks from beneath my top. He smiles back and we begin playing the game. He orders me another shot of tequila.
After a bit, he gets up from his bar stool and I am impressed by his height. He walks along the bar and takes a seat next to me. “So, tell me, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this,” he says coyly.
“Oh, please do spare me the cheesy lines, my dear,” I respond. “I’m certain that you know exactly what a girl like me is doing in a place like this.”
He looks at me a moment and then nods agreement. “So, are you looking for someone in particular,” he asks. “Or are you just looking for someone?”
I ponder the question a moment and then look him in the eyes. “I am looking for someone who will do what I ask, regardless of what it is,” I reply. “Are you game?”
“I think I might just be,” he says.
“Good,” I reply. “Shall we go to your place then?”
He gets up from the bar and I finish my beer. I grab my jacket, put it on and follow him out the door to his car. We head to his place and once there, he leads me to his door. We enter his place and I remove my jacket. I throw it down on the couch near the door and then grab him before the door closes all the way.
I kiss him and start taking off his jacket. His hands are on my body, already reaching under my skirt. I slap his hand away and say, “I don’t remember telling you it was ok to get at me yet.”
He looks at me a moment, almost in shock. “You remember I said I was looking for someone who will do what I ask, regardless of what it is,” I say. “I did not say you could grope me yet. There will be time for that soon enough.”
I resume undressing him, taking off his shirt, then his shoes, pants and boxers. “Ahh, yes, that’s good,” I say more to myself than to him. “Now, I want you to come over here and bend me over.”
