Lust at First Sight

Sometimes I'll go out alone, and sometimes with girlfriends. It was a Wednesday, I was alone at a local retro 80's bar. It was empty as usual during the week but all of the employees were my buddies and they'd comp my drinks a lot. It was dead there, So I spoke to them awhile and then went to check out BT, a country dance hall.

It was pretty chilly outside. I walked across the parking lot, paid an entry fee, grabbed a drink, and then went to the patio. I immediately clocked a very nice looking male backside, I quickly took him in from top to bottom. Responding to his clean cut, dark brown hair, broad shoulders, muscular tattooed arms, and nice ass in Jeans, standing beside a gas burning heater. I decided to graze his arm with mine as I strode up beside him, sort of shivering, and capturing his gaze before greeting him with my best smile. I said, what's up?

He smirked back, so I asked for a lighter and smoked with him. We held each other's attention easily, exchanging basic info and small talk with heavy eye contact and general flirtatious body language. I guessed that he was in his 30's. After about five minutes, I thought, wow this is going well, I'm so into him.

That's when this girl walked up to us. Not beautiful, but not ugly. Just resting bitch face. She looked at him. And then at me. And then looked at him again and said, "Come dance with me," and then walked off without waiting for his response. I was a bit buzzed and confused, I felt bad that I may have been talking to her date or something, he looked at me like he didn't want to go, but it was awkward, and I wasn't about to ask him who that girl was to him.

I told him to go dance with her. He said, Really?

As if seeking my permission or approval. I told him to go. And he says, "okay," sort of apprehensive, but I didn't know what to make of it. Then he walked off. I finished my cigarette, feeling sort of defeated, and a little bit embarrassed at what just happened, and I wondered why I had left 80. So I tossed back my drink and walked back over.

The following week, again on Wednesday, my best friend, Celia accompanied me to 80, where we did a little pregame before walking over to BT. I was glad I had a wing woman with me, although it would have seemed that I was her wingman. It wasn't long until a man approached her and she engaged him with conversation so that he would start buying her drinks. Fending for myself, I ordered a drink and went outside again to the patio and took a seat. It was warmer that evening, and I was wearing a strapless, blue skater dress, and black heels. Just hoping for trouble.

I lit up my cigarette and looked up, spotting a very nice male backside, directly in front of me. And then I recognized his voice. The same guy from the week before. I was excited to see him again, but I figured I should probably keep my distance, and so I just watched his back side for a moment before he turned around and recognized me immediately, sort of jumping, making an excited noise and rushing over to sit next to me. He spoke to me in a partially upset tone, confessing that he had searched for me the previous week after he was finished dancing, wondering why I had disappeared. I simply apologized, and gave him my excuse, which was that I left because I was bored. He explained that the previous woman that had commanded him to dance with her was just a friend of his named Bianca, who is 21, and apparently did not have very polished manners.

We enjoyed more thorough conversation, infatuatuated with one another, in that same spot on the patio until Celia approached us and I introduced him. We told him we were going back to 80, and I invited him to join me, since there was an obvious level of interest between us. He played it cool, giving me some non-commital answer about checking in with his friends.

I'm not sure if even ten minutes went by before he joined us at 80. A real gentleman too, he bought me and Celia our drinks, and sort of watched us enjoy each other's company while continuing to stay by my side and flirt with me. Everything about him was not what I normally sought out in a man, physically. The rugged beard, those tattoos, but everything about him screamed sex although he was polite and attentive.

Toward the end of the night, I wondered if he lived nearby, since celia and I were sharing a room that week. We shared a room every other week when she wasn't with her boyfriend. When I asked my new man crush what his situation was, I couldn't believe his answer. He lived in the same complex as us. In the next building, no less. Unit 707. He asked me to come over as soon as we revealed that we lived in unit 808. I saved my phone number in his cell and then he walked me to my car. I opened my car door and turned to him, and he kissed me without hesitation. Slowly, skillfully, passionately.

We all drove home and I told Celia goodnight. He was calling me the moment I locked my apartment door and appeared to me from around the corner of the building, and he showed me to his place. I was surprised it was so neat, but sort of empty. Much nicer than my unit. I didn't look around much, instead I showed myself to the bedroom and he followed me.

Something about him, it didn't feel like the beginning of a one night stand. I felt so comfortable and safe, and even in my drunkenness I knew we would be seeing each other again. He's perfect. a god among men. We stayed up talking about our pasts for awhile, nervously trying to learn about each other before we found the courage to make a move and begin attacking each other. I mustered up the courage to ask him if he was okay keeping things casual. His eyes brimmed with longing and even though he agreed, he seemed as though he wanted more than just a fuck buddy.

I slipped out of my blue dress, braless, so my boobs fell out of the constricting top and seemed to expand upon freedom, and his eyes widened. I approached him, as he sat on the edge of bed patiently. I took his cheek in one hand and the other on his shoulder as I pulled him into my kiss, enjoying the thrill. Beer and cigarettes never tasted so good. He undressed out of his jeans and fitted T shirt and kissed me some more, touching me like my body was some great new anomaly.

His hands moved from my breasts to my stomach and further down. He pulled off my lace undies and pulled away from our kiss to begin kissing my wet pussy, I was so glad I had just gotten waxed. He slid his middle finger inside of me, and I could feel my sex clenching all around it, wanting more. I bit my lip and grabbed his head, trying to keep my composure amongst all the sensitive touch.

He moved on top of me and rubbed his rock hard cock against my swollen slit, teasing me before pushing himself inside, that instant rush almost enough to make me cum. I gasped as he pumped himself in and out of me while I wrapped my arms around him to scratch his back and moaned, oh my god... oh yeah... It was amazing. After a beat, he turned us to have me on top. It was quick work for me, I grabbed his incredibly attractive pectoral muscles and stretched my legs out behind me in order to press my clit against him while I rode his cock, feeling it stretching me. I lowered my upper body on him to kiss him briefly, my inner savage taking over to increase my speed and fucking the hell out of him. I grabbed both of his hands and guided them to my breasts as I bounced up and down on him.

Moments later I felt myself tightening as I approached my first orgasm and my breath got heavy as my moans got heavier and louder. I yelled out loudly as I came and I smacked his face hard. He responded to my orgasm, almost cuming himself, but held back and grabbed my waist with both hands and started slamming my tightly clenched, dripping wet opening onto himself, keeping the momentum going, before lifting me off of him and jumping up behind me to re enter me.

The next few hours whirled by in a blur, the alcohol and adrenaline affecting my memory. We rolled around, into a dozen positions, missionary and cowgirl being the popular ones. Making out intensely, occasionally giggling. I particularly remembered laying flat and him laying on top of me, entering from behind, kissing my neck. Sitting up in the middle of the bed, with my legs wrapped around him. He held me up by my ass cheeks and met my gaze, whilst my arms were also wrapped around him, feeling from his shoulders to his back which I continued to scratch and we moved ourselves on each other comfortably. He loved pulling out frequently to lick and finger both of my holes. Something I'm definitely not accustomed to.

It was fantastic. I'd never had so many orgasms in one night, and I wasn't quite sure when we had fallen asleep. The sunlight woke me. We were sleeping upside down on the bed and I was laying on his arm, I could smell him before I opened my eyes and turned toward him, stretching my arm across his chest and draping my leg across both of his legs, grazing his now soft penis. But as he immediately stirred, I could feel him instantaneously growing hard. Without opening his eyes, his lips found mine and he turned toward me, both of us on our sides and he was inside me in seconds, moving more slowly, moaning and making out passionately. I climbed on top of him and again reached climax before our alarms forced us to separate around 7AM. We got dressed and he walked me back to my unit, kissing me once more and wished me a good day at work.