I had been with him for three years on and off and now it seems it's over. I can't believe it. One morning am laying in bed wrapped in his arms and the next am crying and watching him through wet eyelashes as he walk away. I was stunned. What do I do? How do I carry on? He meant everything to me and I thought things were going great.
After several hours of tears and a tub of ice cream, I decided I was better off. After all, he was good looking, smart, funny, and an ok lover. Not to be mean but he was timid in bed. Never wanted to take risks, or try new positions. I still have the bruise on my cheek from his elbow hitting me from the surprise of having my finger in his asshole hole last week. In all fairness I should have given him warning, but I wanted to see how he would react. I guess I know now. hahahah
So after a month of depression and crying I picked myself up and decided to get laid. Seriously, I just wanted to get laid. Wanted to have my holes filled with the biggest cocks I could find and cum till there was no breath left in me. Ok that was intense, just thinking it has my cunt hard and wet. Dam I need to FUCK.
It was about 9pm and I had to meet Misty and Angie at club 76. We lived in Ohio, so trust and believe our small town had little fun in the form of steaming flesh waiting to be ridden into the sunset. Oops there I go again getting carried away.
I walked in the club at 12pm and start my search for the girls. And not three feet into the club, I spotted him and lost all common sense. He was talk, about 6'1', muscular, wearing form fitting jeans and a casual button down shirt. But there was nothing casual about this chunk of flesh, nor about the two babes he was sandwiched in between and gyrating his way into the next year.
I watched him for several minutes and my panties we soaking wet before I came to my senses. I went in search of the girls and tried not to give him another thought. For all that did. I ended up spending at hour at the bar trying to catch a glimpse of that sexy ass in those tight jeans, to no avail. Finally at my wits end, I decided to start my on fire on the dance floor. I downed the contents of my shot glass to build my courage and help propel me across the dance floor.
As I stepped closer I could feel the music vibrate through the floor, into my feet and all the way up to my tingling breast. That was all the push I need as I made my way through the packed crowd. Bodies were packed tight together and there was barley any breathing room. As I found a spot in the crowd, my song came on and I started to sway to the music. Before long my short skirt was caught in my hands and I was grinding the guy behind me and any body my ass happened to make contact with. Then suddenly....
He was there surrounding me, commanding my attention as well as the females around me. He had his hard muscular chest pressed to my back, and he smelled of old spice. I had yet to see his face but I knew it was him. We dance two songs together and then faced each other. He was taller than I though, his skin the color of warm caramel and he was very WELL ENDOWED and he knew it. He smiled as my eyes widened at the feel of his hard ridge pressed into my belly. This was it I thought, I was going to cum right here and he wasn't even trying. Then all of a sudden the crowd crushed us closer together and it all happened too fast to contemplate.
