Do You Want to Dance?

It was one of those memorable, hot and humid nights that you occasionally get in the North West of England. The temperature was reflected by the acres of female flesh that were on show and excitement was high in our little group. Back in 1992, I was a longhaired heavy metal fan, I had just turned 22 and was permanently looking to empty my balls into any woman I could get my claws into. Little did I realize at the time, but I was on the verge of one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

We paid our way into the venue and were assaulted by the usual sensory overload of loud Rock music, scantily clad women writhing on the dance floor, cigarette smoke and the smell of spilt beer. I was informed by one of the guys that Leah was in. Leah was a girl whom I had been interested in for a long time, but who was with a lumbering idiot of a man. God she was beautiful, 5"8 and sported a very kinky Mohawk haircut worn with child like innocence. She had ivory white skin, a neck you could kiss forever, the most amazingly sexy mouth, bottomless eyes and a tiny waist. My spy told me she was on her own. 'Game On!' I thought I searched the club from top to bottom but couldn't find her anywhere. I was crushed. I settled down with a case of beer and proceeded to drink myself into a stupor. The night seemed to get more intense the later it got, probably due to the alcohol content of my bloodstream, and I really started to enjoy myself.

I ended up next to the dance floor. Out of the alcoholic fog, Leah appeared.

" Do you want to dance?" she shouted over the ridiculously loud music. I was astounded, this is my chance, I thought. I had better do something to impress her straight away.

" I'd rather screw you senseless!" I yelled back jokingly.

As the stinging on my slapped cheek calmed down, I realised that she didn't find my joke at all amusing and that I had fucked things rather up. I was really pissed off about this and I knew that I had blown it. The guys were laughing at me and it was clear at this time that my romantic intentions for the evening had been scuttled.

The night was drawing to a close and we all started to filter out on to the street. Leah re?appeared so I staggered over to apologise for my previous behaviour. She accepted, whilst laughing about the look on my face when she slapped me. We started chatting and to compare notes on the evening. Eventually I asked her where she lived. She told me that she lived only few miles from my house

"Do you want to share a taxi?" she asked

"Why not, at least I know that you will get home safely, and I'll know where you live for my second job as a Peeping Tom" I joked, risking another fore arm smash.

Eventually we got a cab and headed back out of the city. She asked me if I wanted a nightcap, there was no intent in her voice and it seemed like a friendly enough gesture. I accepted and paid off the cabby when we reached her place. It was a comfortable little studio flat on a back street near the student village, we cracked open a couple of cold beers, kicked off our shoes, and started to chat. We talked about everything and nothing for hours. I had almost managed to forget the desire that I felt for this stunningly beautiful woman and before I knew it, it was 5am.

"I'm going to have to go" I said regretfully, "If I don't get home soon, I won't be up in time to be out again tomorrow!" I laughed.

"Do you want to crash over here?" She asked.

"If it's not too much trouble" I answered. That was it then, settled I

thought, we sit up all night drinking, I sleep on the sofa and we end up best of mates rather than lovers.

"Sofa or the bed?" She asked. I thought my hearing was playing up.

"Are you going to lie on the sofa and dream of fucking me, or come to bed and get on with it?"

"What do you think?" I answered with a smile and a quickening pulse. She came over and sat on the arm of the antique armchair I was sat in, I could smell her perfume, her hairspray, the vague odour of her perspiration. She reached across me put her hand on my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes. Time stood still. I knew she was moving toward me, about to caress my lips with her beautiful mouth. I felt her exhale, the warmth of her breath caressed my face. I watched her lips part slightly, then our mouths met. I had never been kissed like that before. The ferocity and passion had my heart exploding. Apart from her hand on my shoulder, our only contact was in our kisses, our tongues meeting, then searching each other's mouths. She broke away for a second, moving to straddle me in the chair, her knees by my thighs, her hands on the high chair back. Leah lowered her head to kiss me again. I raised my hands and gently started to stroke the nape of her neck, whilst cupping her face with my thumbs. She moaned gently as I took my hand away, then reached behind her back. I started to slowly trace her spine, easily able to feel my way through the thin material of her black T?shirt, down, over the bra strap, to the waist band of her short, denim skirt. Up and down my hand moved, tracing spirals and swirls across her back. I was trying to pluck up the courage to move under the fabric when Leah made the decision for me. She moved her head back and said quietly

"What’s the matter, too shy to undress me? I like it when a man takes control"

I was slightly taken aback by this,

"I was, was waiting for the right moment" I finally managed to stammer.

"Here's a clue for, what its worth" she giggled "the moment is now!"

Quick as a flash, she took her hands from the chair back, grabbed the shirt by the hem and whipped it over her head. She dropped it to the floor and looked me straight in the eye with a look so hot that it melted my soul. Before I knew what was happening, the bra followed and I had a topless vixen sat on my lap! I half expected to be woken up at any moment, this had to be a dream, right? I was brought to my senses within seconds by a husky whisper

"Do you like what you see, then?" She asked. I moved my head slightly forward and gently circled a pert nipple with my tongue. She gasped and grasped the back of my head, forcing her breast onto my mouth. I willingly took it in and sucked, licked, nibbled and teased for all my worth. My hands started to work up and down her thighs, moving over the black, sheer, hosiery with a gentle grace, almost as if they were of another person. I thought, 'what the hell, if she wants me to take charge, this had better be the start then.' I moved a hand to her gusset and started to stroke her pubis. She moaned a deep, guttural, animalistic moan and started to grind against my hand, whilst still holding me tightly to her breast, ferociously chasing her own orgasm. She came hard, I could feel her juices seeping through her hose and panties, the scent of her sex filled the room and her cries of lust heightened my desire. Her grinding eventually became less urgent, her moans became whimpers and her grip on my head lessened. There then followed that awkward moment where the 'who does what to who next' thought crossed both of our minds. She settled that by standing up and stepping back. I was slightly taken aback, I wasn't used to a woman who was comfortable enough with her own body to stand topless in a room with her skirt pushed up over her hips and engage me in small talk. I was more astounded when she grabbed my hand and said,

"Right you are then, bed time!" and pulled me from the chair, towards the bedroom door. We stood at the foot of the bed, she unbuttoned my shirt, then embraced me tightly. I could feel the searing heat of her skin on mine, her nipples against my chest, even the wetness from where I had recently had one in my mouth. My penis twitched impatiently, a movement she felt against her own leg quite clearly.

"What do we have here then?" She asked and traced the outline of my hardness with an elegant finger. I twitched again and she giggled impishly.

"That must be sore, its swollen right up" she joked and, to my surprise, she added " would it help if I kissed it better?"

She sat down on the end of the bed and pulled me closer. She quickly undid the button fly on my Levi's and pushed them to the floor. I stepped out of them and stood in front of her, naked as a baby. She cupped my balls in one hand, as if testing their weight, and slowly started to stroke my shaft with the other. I felt electric, it was like all my Christmas's rolled into one. I did have the usual jealous thought of 'where did she learn this?' for a fleeting

second, right up until she kissed my glans. My knees nearly went from under me. To this day, I can't work out how I didn't just ejaculate there and then, I had never felt anything like this in my life. She kissed and teased the head of my prick like I had done her nipple minutes before. Her tongue traced swirls around it whilst she stroked my shaft and caressed my heavy testicles. I could feel myself welling up for what seemed like forever, the sensations, the everlasting image of her lips enveloping my tip, I new that

my release was close. I mumbled a warning but she just looked up at me with an evil smile in her eyes and slowly began to pull down on my testicles. The feeling was nothing short of pure pleasure. I practically exploded my orgasm, fountaining my semen into her beautiful, sexy mouth. I could feel her tongue catching my seed whilst she kept up the rhythm with her hand, milking me for every last drop. She moved away and said,

"Kiss me!"

I had never, ever kissed any girl after a blowjob, the 'yuck' factor was just too high. However, on this occasion, I couldn't resist. I pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her with a greater longing than I have ever kissed anyone before or since. She wrapped her legs around my waist, holding my there whilst I tasted my own juices in her hot mouth. Eventually she pushed me away, saying,

"I need a drink, fancy another beer?"

She returned clutching a couple of Buds and sprawled out on the bed. It was a small room, only just enough for the large bed and a small dresser, opposite the foot of it. The dresser had a man's silk tie over it.

"Your boyfriend's?" I enquired, remembering the shambolic oaf, suddenly aware that this guy could have pummeled me into the ground in short order

"Ex Boyfriend's" she answered smiling.

"Do you trust me?" I asked, with a wicked smile. "I will not hurt you, I promise"

"Er, I guess so, but I will kill you if this is something anal" she laughed back.

I grabbed the tie and quickly bound her hands together, then tied the other end to the headboard, so she was stretched out along the bed but free to move her legs and role over.

"If you want to stop, just tell me, OK?" I asked. She just nodded, her still naked nipples stiffening visibly. I moved back to the foot of the bed and started to stroke her feet and calves. The nylons she was wearing had laddered on the thigh and would obviously never be worn again after tonight. A wicked thought crossed my mind. I pushed her legs apart and started to trace gentle kisses up the inside of her legs. I could hear her breathing quicken as I neared her crotch, still tantalizingly covered by the sheer pantyhose and what I could now see to be a pair of sexily plain black, high leg briefs. I pushed her skirt father up out of the way and made as if I was about to pull this fabric barrier away, she lifted her hips slightly to ease my efforts, but instead I quickly moved my hands under her buttocks and pressed her groin up to my mouth. I took her tights into my mouth and tore the gusset away with my teeth. She whimpered in expectation, feeling my hot breath against her smooth flesh. I hooked her panties to one side with my thumb and for the first time was able to look upon the short, fine hair that framed her sex so beautifully. I gently probed her labia with my tongue, opening her up and savoring her taste. Leah started to rock her hips up to meet my lapping, moaning softly as she did. 'Now its my turn' I thought and began the short journey upwards toward her bud. I found it almost instantly, erect and clear of its hood, awaiting my attentions. I lightly glanced my tongue of its tip, mimicking Leah's oral ministrations on me earlier, treating her clit like a miniature version of my now refreshed and restored erection. She screamed in delight as I sucked and nibbled, whilst my thumbs

kept her labia open and her briefs to one side. Again and again, gleeful spasms shook her body until finally she shouted

"For Gods Sake, Fuck me!"

I pulled my head away, sat up and asked her, "Are you sure that's what you want, you wouldn't rather dance instead?"

"You bastard!" She growled, "Fuck me now or you will be sorry"

I pulled the tattered hosiery and sodden briefs off her and paused to admire the contrast of her milky white skin, jet black pubic hair and the wet pink inner flesh that I had just noisily feasted on.

"NOW!" she shouted, thrusting her crotch up at me, "I don't care how you do me, I just want to be fucked!"

As fast as lightening, I rolled her on to her belly, pulled her up onto all fours and moved in behind her. Her legs between mine, the tip of my erection just touching her opening. Her pleading was getting to be pitiful, painful even, so I started to apply pressure. I had made certain that, until this moment, nothing had penetrated her, so that the moment I took her would be even more intense for both of us. There was a brief moment of friction and resistance, then I was through, slowly forcing my engorged member into the very heart of her passion. I could not believe how hot she felt, I could feel ever ridge inside her, every muscle twitch within her velvet tunnel's walls. I swear I could even feel her pulse as she gripped me tight, pushing back at me to me my relentless initial thrust. Deeper and deeper I thrust until finally my balls were pressed firmly against her. We stopped like that for a moment, not totally still, Leah was gyrating her hips slightly, still getting used to my length, just enjoying the sensation of our union. I started to withdraw slowly, preparing my self for the forthcoming storm. I knew, we both knew, what was coming next and it was going to be fast and frantic.

"How's that?" I asked

"Not good enough" she answered. "I want it hard, fast and brutal. I want to feel it in the back of my head. I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow, I want to be embarrassed taking the sheets to the launderette, I want...BASTARD!"

I never did find out what the last thing was that she wanted. At that moment I thrusted into her as if my life depended on it. My strokes being matched by her, her shapely backside thrusting back. I gripped her by the waist and she buried her head screaming beautifully sexy profanities into the pillow as I pistoned in and out of her achingly tight sex. We were Ying and Yang at that moment, perfectly united in our pleasure and pain. I could feel everything, Leah's walls tighten and contract, the knot of muscles that form the G spot, her juices being displaced, even the slightest changes in breathing. I knew my release was near.

“Untie me", she pleaded. "I want to see your face when you come"

I reached forward and slipped her bonds. Leah pulled herself forward and off my shaft, turned and pushed me over, on to my back. Quick as a flash she straddled me, not kneeling over my member, as I was used to, but squatting on me, feet flat on the bed. I tried to thrust up to her but she just told me to lie there and let her do the work. She reached over and placed her hands on the footboard of the bed, then began to ride me in a way that I had only ever seen in 'Scandinavian Cinema' before. It was almost as if she was an athlete of a different sort, doing squat thrusts on my pole. The visual spectacle was amazing, watching my shaft disappear inside her, then reappear, coming almost all the way out, before again, all the while with that short denim skirt still clinging to her hips. For some one who wanted to watch me when I came, Leah was spending a lot of time with her eyes closed. Her mouth hung open slightly in between the gasps and moans, her faced flushed with the pleasure and the effort. Her breasts bounced in front of my face and I knew that I was, from that moment on, forever hers. I could feel my orgasm building, and warned her.

"Inside me, I want you to come inside, now!" she cried. I reached up and grabbed her nipples, twisting them as my orgasm overtook me. It was enough to set her off and as I looked up, Leah was shuddering. Her eyes were wide open and full of lust as I pumped my seed deep into her. Her inner walls gripped me so hard and with such urgency I feared that she might rip my manhood from me. Finally our spasms subsided and our breathing returned to something near normal. I hoped to God that all the neighbors were deaf, or away, our cries must have been loud enough to wake the dead. Leah leant forward, kissed me gently and whispered,

"That's enough for now." She had a glint in her eye like I had never seen before in my life. "Besides, I think that you ought to clean me out before we sleep"