I'm writing half drunk, I normally don't like to write about myself, but thanks to liquid courage, I feel compelled to write. This is a true story and you can choose to believe it if you want to, that doesn't change the fact that it did happen.
A little background about myself. I hate writing about myself (Thank you Jack and Coke for the courage) I am probably not what you'd imagine, I am not in my 60's nor am I in my 20's, I'm somewhere in between. I am of average "height" whatever that means, I have brown hair (somewhat longer than it should be) I have brown eyes that a lot of women have told me are "panty-dropper eyes," again, no clue what that means, with deep dimples (which women appear to love.) I have long curls and I am anything but shy. I am slim, but I know deep down that means absolutely nothing in the end. I grew up in NYC and I can tell you, if anything, I was raised to be bold. I look Italian, but I am not. My normal pale skin will attest to that, but when sun tanned, it's anyone's guess.
I am, American, proudly... Anyway, not to steer to much off topic, this is a true sex story I myself experienced:
It was two years ago, I had moved to the Pacific Coast, good ol' dreamy California, It's definitely a dream. As I sit here, again drinking, I realise why Edgar Poe liked drinking and writing... not too much though, I am sitting and smiling too much.
I went to Las Vegas, a whim if you will. I chose to be bold and enjoy life. I bought a ticket and flew. It was a shitty flight if I remember correctly, bouncy as shit.
Once I landed I grabbed my bags and checked into the hotel. I rested a bit and went to the bar located inside the hotel I was staying in. After a drink, I chose a random club. I can't honestly remember which one, it's been a couple of years now.
Anyway, it was a nice club. It had a very good DJ, a good bar, a good ample dance space. It was a fun place to go to. I ordered my usual (rum and coke) and sat there, looking at the dance floor. I drank and sat and watched.
Calmy, waited, drinking; enjoying the view.
After about an hour, give or take, I chose to go to the floor and dance. I must've danced by myself for a while before this very attractive brunette caught my eye. I was drawn to her immediately. She barely had clothes on, a very short skirt, a slight top (if that) and her hair loose, it reached just right above her ass.
I suddenly lusted for her.
I approached her and asked her if she wanted to dance. She agreed, we danced, we touched, we laughed, we enjoyed each other's company. A half an hour later, give or take, she said she was a bit thirsty and I asked her what she wanted and she told me something sweet.
"Okay" I told her as I approached the bar and ordered her a cosmopolitan and some water. Afterwards, I walked back to her and gave her both. She chose the water at first, then the Cosmo.
The night continued, and we continued dancing. After another hour, the drinks creeping in, I decided to be more bold. I started slowly grabbing her thighs, dancing closer and rubbing myself on her ass.
There's something I can tell you right now, and women will agree with me. Women love men who have confidence. I took upon myself to be assertive. I got behind her and started dancing closer, feeling up her nubile body. She didn't hesitate, once there, I started kissing and eventually nibbling on her neck and after a few minutes, she was all over it.
I sit here and remember that this was one of my best sexual experiences, she was very attractive and when I mean attractive, I mean, very, fucking, attractive. Her smile was worth a million, her eyes, brown, deep, her body, tight and right, her smell? Like heaven.
Fuck... That's what I wanted to say, but the moment was not there yet. I kept feeling her up, slowly, seductively.