It started like any other Friday night. I was out with my girlfriends, going from bar to bar, chatting with people, flirting with a lot of guys, having a great time. I was feeling really good. I'd been out shopping the week before and I'd bought a new outfit that I was wearing now. I wore a short black skirt and a lacy black bra that showed off ample cleavage – all natural at 36D. Over the bra I wore a transparent black buttonless shirt that I tied in a knot, showing off my milky white skin and flat stomach. I wore knee high black leather boots with 4 inch heels, adding impressive height to my 5'6". My long blonde hair was tied back with a black ribbon, with a few loose strands for effect. I wore heavy makeup to accentuate my blue eyes. I felt good and the looks of the men in the bars and clubs we passed made me feel sexy.
At the end of the night we called a taxi to come and pick us up, but it was a busy night and the operator said it'd be at least 45 minutes. We went into a bar that we'd never been to before, in a side alley by the railway station. It was not the type of bar that we were used to. Instead of the young and upwardly mobile professional crowd that frequented the same places that we usually went to were rough types. Guys with long hair and dressed in leather sat around the smoke filled room. We hesitated, but it was cold outside and we'd asked the taxi to pick us up in this street. We went up to the bar and ordered drinks.
I saw him as I turned around and started sipping my Irish whiskey. He looked a few years older than me. He wore a leather jacket, leather pants and boots. His hair wasn't long, but the messy inches of blonde hair told me that it had been quite a few months since he'd last had it cut. I didn't know if he was sporting a short beard or if he just hadn't bothered to shave for a week or so. Either way, his green eyes were lapping me up and I couldn't stop myself from looking at him. He was nothing like the men I'd dated, nothing like the men I was attracted to. And I'd never been as drawn to a man as I was to this one. I'd long stopped listening to my friends' chatter when he finished his beer, got up and walked up to me. He placed an arm around my waist, pulled me away from my friends and leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"I want to fuck you tonight," he whispered, and I could smell the beer on his breath. "And I have the feeling that you want to fuck me too."
I'd never been approached that directly before. The men we usually met would butter us up with meaningless platitudes before asking us home for a cup of coffee, or more commonly ask us out for a meal, before starting to kiss us and eventually ending up in bed. That was how most of my dating experiences had worked. Never before had a man walked up to me and said what was on his mind. I looked into his eyes and there was a raw sexual hunger in his gaze.
"So," he continued as I hadn't replied yet, "what will it be? I'm leaving now. You can come with me and we'll spend the night fucking each other's brains out, or not."
He walked towards the door and I knew that if I didn't do something that very moment I'd probably never see him again and I'd always wonder "what if?". With a quick word of goodbye to my friends I emptied my glass and ran after him. He was already on his bike when I got outside. I jumped up behind him and he handed me a helmet without a word. My phone started ringing and I could see that it was one of the friends I'd left inside. I switched it off, put the helmet on and wrapped my arms around his waist as he drove off.
He drove towards a part of town where I'd never been before. When I'd moved there it had been pointed out to me as a place that wasn't particularly desirable and I'd learnt to avoid it. After 10 minutes he pulled into an overgrown driveway in front of a shabby house. He parked the motorbike and went before me inside. No false chivalry. We both knew what we were going to do. He placed his helmet on a chair by the front door and I put mine next to it.
"Bedroom's upstairs on the right," he said. "Bathroom's next door if you need to use it. I'll only be a sec."
I went upstairs as I heard him moving around in the kitchen and then the unmistakable sounds of a dog being fed. I opened the door into the bedroom and it was quite neat and very clean. It was obvious that it was one of the few rooms in the house that was actually lived in and taken care of. I sat down on the bed and I soon heard him walking up the stairs. He came into the room and smiled at me.
"You still dressed? I like my women naked in bed."
With a few short strides he reached the bed and pulled me up by my hand. He quickly discarded my shirt and then he wrapped his arms around me to unhook my bra. His smile widened as my firm tits were exposed to the night air, tightening up my pink nipples like cherries on top of an ice cream sundae.
"I knew those tits had to be real," he said and kneaded them, pinching my nipples.
He then pulled my skirt off and grabbed my ass cheeks before pulling off my black thongs. He ran a finger through my narrow blonde bush and looked at me. All I had on were my leather boots. He kept smiling as he slowly undressed. It wasn't long before he was standing before me with nothing but a raging hard-on. My eyes were focused on the thick 8 inches of meat that stood out from his hips.
