Yeah so I was in Virgin Record store in Union Square in NYC one Wednesday evening looking for some music. And I see this slim, beautifully dark-skinned young lady with dreads, and some pretty, perfectly manicured toes poking through her open-toe sandals -- and I'm not even a foot person like that, but she was hot. I didn't approach, I knew she had a man, but she wasn't married (no ring) so I kept looking for my music. We ended up looking in the same rack, she was looking for Maxwell's first CD and we started talking.
She really knew her music, I was blown away -- sexy and smart -- I had to have her. To my surprise no man, no boyfriend, no girlfriend, completely single... YES!!! Got the number, then broke the rule and called her the very next day. She wanted to go out Saturday, I was cool with that.
Saturday night she meets me on the Lower East Side and we go to a little Thai restaurant for dinner and drinks. She walks into the restaurant and heads turn, my dick gets stiff and I can feel the pre-cum percolating and oozing around inside my shaft. She wore an orange cotton one-piece pullover dress and nothing underneath. Her breasts weren't that big, about 33b, but her nipples; shit on the cool September night, they were more than happy to see me -- my dick got harder.
We eat, drink, and make small talk; but all I could think of was -- is she as wet under that dress as I was hard in my pants. I didn't care, I was pushing for the pussy on this night. I'm usually not one to take a woman out to eat, but I wasn't in a bar when I met her, so I figured I had to get in some kind of way. As we spoke, come to find out she just broke up with her man a few weeks earlier and just needed to be out of the house. Perfect timing on my part (can't you just see my evil grin).
I was pitchin all sorts of sexual innuendos, she was smiling politely, but she wasn't biting. Then she finally said, "I didn't think it would be this chilly out here," then put on her jacket to cover her still erect nipples. My dick started to get soft. Then she began talking about how her relationship fell apart and things like that. I was so ready to leave, and my erection went on vacation.
So I was tryin to end the date, when she mentioned a wine bar she wanted to go to over on Bleaker. I said ok, I figured I'd get drunk on wine, cum home & rub one out to a beautiful, issue-free Rude woman. We get to the spot and she immediately buys a bottle of red wine, I was like "okay."
We drink, and drink, the wine is hitting both of us. The place is dark and cozy, and kinda empty. We're sitting close and her leg is against mine, her jacket is off again, nipples not as hard as before, but my dick came home early from vacation. When she comes back from the bathroom she sits closer, my hand is under the table, I go for the leg -- I figured I could blame it on the wine if necessary, but I didn't think it would be, she was a bit looser by then.
At the leg she doesn't remove my hand at first, but then she moves it away. In my mind I say I'm not playing this game tonight, I'm going home to some lotion and some long strokes from my right hand. I tell her it's late and start to get ready to leave. She says she doesn't want to go home, and -- surprise, "can I come home with you and watch a movie?"
Now this was a hard question, by then it was 3 am and she had already made me put a pre-cum wet spot in my boxers by me getting hard from lookin at her and stroking her firm thigh beneath the table. But other than being completely commando under her dress, she gave me no indication that I would be licking or slowly easing my dick into her tight pussy later on. But I told myself that I shouldn't be jerking off so much and said what the fuck, why not, and had her flag down a taxi.
In the back of the dark taxi she sat close again, sayin that she was cold. I rested my hand on her thigh and she put her head on my shoulder. As the cab bounced over the shitty, potholed streets of NYC my hand began to be buried deeper into her thighs. She moves my hand again, but this time she moves it so she can pull up her dress some and I can rest my hand on her naked thigh. My dick was a rock in my pants.
I looked at her, she didn't look at me, but her nipples where poking out once again. As I moved up I was amazed at, not only how soft her thighs were, but how plump and juicy they were too. Then, I felt a little hair. What I felt next almost made me cum in my pants. Her pussy was so incredibly wet and soft. You know when you leave soap in the soap dish with water and it gets all gushie and slick, well imagine that, but only much warmer -- she was a mess under that dress. I could not wait to lick her clit, but since we were in a cab I did the next best thing. I took my fingers from her pussy, and licked them, then put them right back between her legs. She gave a little moan when I put them back and arched her back some. I could feel the pre-cum dripping in my boxers again.
