She couldn't believe that she was actually going through with it. After months of exchanging hot e-mails, she was finally going to meet her online lover in person. She dressed exactly as he told her to: black leather mini-skirt, low cut, tight white sweater, hair down, black stockings and 4-inch heels. She felt so slutty, but knew this is what he, and she, wanted.
She opened the door to the bar and made her way to the one empty table by the back and positioned herself to watch the door. Several men came by and hit on her, as well as some women, but she turned them down. All she wanted was him. She glanced at her watch. He was late. Maybe he backed out. Maybe he didn't want her anymore. Maybe...
Then he caught her eye, making her way through the crowd. Her heart skipped a beat. There he was. Tight jeans, white t-shirt, all muscle. He came up to her table, and took her by the hand. No words were spoken as they made their way to the dance floor and began moving to the rhythm pulsating out of the speakers.
He pulled her close and had her straddle his leg for some tight dancing. They gyrated and pumped in time to the music, one of his hands on her ass, the other on her waist. She had both hands on his ass and their eyes were locked and full of lust. Their lips met and they began a slow, passionate kiss. Slowly their lips parted and their tongues began to wrestle, heating up the kiss. Suddenly, they couldn't get enough of each other. Their tongues entwined and they pulled each other closer, hands running up and down backs, touching, grinding, moving with the music. She felt his cock hardening and he was sure that he could tell how wet she was. When the kiss was finally broken, they looked at each other and made a dash for the door.
They were barely outside when he pushed her against the building and leaned into her for another deep kiss. This time his hands rubbed up and down her thighs, almost making contact with her dripping pussy. She wanted him to touch her, to find out she was not wearing panties. He pressed his growing erection into her and pinned her against the wall. They didn't care who was watching. All they wanted was each other.
They broke the kiss and almost ran to his truck. He hopped in and pulled her in on top of him, kissing her hard again, then moving her to her side. He pulled out his cock and she didn't need any more coaxing. She leaned over and admired his cock. It was even better than she had dreamed of from their conversations. 8" long and easily 4 inches around, already oozing precum.
She slowly licking the droplets off the end while moving her hand toward the base. He moaned as her tongue probed the opening at the same time her hand found his balls. She began rubbing his balls as she took the head of his cock in her mouth. She looked up at him as she slowly took the rest of his length in, gagging a bit until she got used to the size. After she got used to it, she bobbed her head up and down, moving a bit faster each time, hearing his moans of pleasure. She slowed down when she sensed he was getting too close and began teasing just the head again. When she figured he'd rested long enough, she went to town again.