"Hey," She said while scooting that firm ass up onto the stool, "How are you all doing?" As my gaze drifted from the smile being directed toward me, to the view being offered by the soft v-neck sweater she wore my mouth went dry, making a response close to impossible.
As if sensing my predicament, she leaned over the table to whisper in my ear. Her breasts brushed my arm, and her warm breath kissed my neck, as her name came to me. "My name is Chrissi, Naomi introduced us earlier."
I knew who she was; my eyes had been following her since my ex had made the introduction.
We spent the entire night hidden in the shadows of the dance floor. Her body pressed up against mine. My hands taking full advantage of her tight leather clad ass.
"I have to go take some of my friends home, do you want to come with us?"
And as her hand caressed the front of my jeans, playing with the seams, driving me slowly mad, I heard the words I had been waiting for.
"I would love to..."
A soft groan slipped from my lips as she pulled my hand to her pussy and I could feel her warmth. "I want you..." She moaned as her mouth moved closer to mine. I knew that if we didn't get out of there soon, I was going to end up dragging her into the bathroom, pressing her up against a wall and fucking her in a state of frenzy, but I wanted more than that. So as I grabbed her hand, we made are way to the bar where one of my buddies was working for the night.
