I still felt a little silly, sitting here in this club in the middle of downtown Atlanta all by myself, waiting for someone who may or may not show up, whom I have never met, only talked to over the phone...blah, blah, blah.
The fact of the matter was, I was here, nursing an iced tea – which the waitress had brought me with a look that said, "that's all you're going to have?" Well, it wasn't like she was going to get much more out of me. I don't really drink and never more than one. But I digress. It happens when I'm nervous.
Perhaps I should back up. I'm waiting for Toni. Toni is a woman I 'met' over the Internet. I know, I know, still a risky proposition. But, we've talked quite a few times on the phone, so I know she's not 12 or a man. She lives in Florida, and I live in Canada, but my parents live here, so we agreed to meet when I came down for Christmas, and here I am.
Just then, I see her come in. Her eyes home right in on me and her smile – what a smile! – is a beacon in the dark club. She cuts through the crowd, her strawberry-blonde hair dancing with the lights from the club. I stand on nervous legs, hoping my smile doesn't look like I'm nervous. My cock has arisen, like it's saying, "She's here? Where? What's she wearing?"
"Hi, I'm..." Her finger pressing against my lips cuts me off. "Hello, Jason. Don't say anything just yet." She takes my hand and I let my gaze wash over her for the first time, fiery red blouse straining to contain a set of mouthwatering tits and a short black skirt that frames and encases a dynamite ass, topped (or bottomed) by a set of amazing legs clad in stockings and matching red heels. She looks fabulous!
I'm thinking we're heading to the dance floor, but I am wrong. We move through the crowd towards the back. Now I'm curious.
She leads me to a little hallway off to the side by the bathrooms. It seems to be a utility area, with brooms and mops hanging around. She stops and turns, looking up at me. Her smile dazzles me in the darkness. I look behind and notice that you can't see the rest of the club from here, and can't even see the bathrooms. We're tucked away from prying eyes.
She reaches up and grabs the back of my head, bringing it down into a tentative kiss. Our lips part, and her tongue dances past my teeth into a duel with my tongue. We melt into each other, our lips pressing deeply and wetly into each other, hands moving, caressing, mapping...
She presses into me, her hip grinding into my rock hard cock. I let my hands drop to the ass I have been waiting to touch for months.
"Lift up my skirt," She whispers breathlessly to me. I bunch it up in my hands, revealing to my wandering fingers that she is going commando. No underwear. I knead her firm ass in my hands, letting my fingers move around front to find her dripping wet. She moans as I run a finger up and down the sopping length of her pussy.
I hear a buckle, and realize that she is undoing my pants feverishly. I feel the cool air hit my stiff cock as it springs free through the hole in my boxers.
