This is a little story about a girl I knew. Arguably the most fantastic woman in the world. Jenn. Fantastic because of her ample looks. At 5'6 she weighs in at a mere 105 pounds and has a perfectly shaped ass and nice perky B cup tits. Her face... Well, there's just no comparison. Long flowing blonde hair. Full lips and the most piercing of blue eyes. But most of all her personality and interests are what made me cum in my jeans the first time we spoke.
What could be so compelling, you ask? After about five minutes of our initial meeting at a local piano bar she started in on my favorite subject. Sex. All kinds. It was a lighthearted and fairly comical conversation, but nonetheless it was one of those things where you knew half was said in jest leaving the other half as the truth.
"I've done it all," she laughed as she downed her fourth Cosmopolitan in the last hour.
"Gang bangs?" I quickly inquired. Not so much because I really wanted to hear about it, more to call her bluff. Granted I've often fantasized about gang bangs, but never really thought it was something I'd want to experience. I don't think anyway.
"Define a 'Gang,'" she countered.
After a little thought I estimated , "Five Guys?" "No. Not five." She responded with a slight wink. "Four?" "No." "Three?" "No." "Two?" "I refuse to answer that on the grounds that it may make you think MORE of me!" She laughed. "Two guys, huh?" I inquired. "I never said that." She responded, then went over to get another drink.
As she stood at the bar, I couldn't take my eyes off her. More specifically, I couldn't take my eyes off her sun dress, which was now see through due to some well placed lights under the bar, leaving me the most splendid outline of her inner thighs and that lovely space between her legs.
She turned to me and caught me staring. I think there was some drool escaping my lips. She then looked down and noticed what was drawing my attention. She quickly opened her legs wider exposing more of the outline, "Nice view, huh?"
"Sorry. Sorry, I was... Um... I think my contacts are drying out," I uttered without thinking. "You wear contacts?" She asked. BUSTED. "No. What? Oh, no," Was all I managed to retort. "Do you want another beer?" she asked. I quickly drained the last half of my bottle, "Sure."
After a moment she returned with my beer and another Cosmo for herself. "Hey there's a booth open in the back," she noticed. "Shall we?"
"Um..., sure." Ok, now I'm starting to sound like a moron I thought.
We made our way back to the booth, which was nestled underneath a staircase and not visible to anyone other than the bartender. Once there, she grabbed my hand and started staring at my palm. "Sorry, it's a little sweaty." I said, for some strange reason. Then I added the even more ridiculous, "you just, sort of make me a little nervous." What am I doing? I'm dying here! Someone call the paramedics! Who says that?
"Nervous?" She asked. "Why?"
"I don't know. You're just really... You know what, I'm just going to shut up for the next few minutes or so, if that's Ok." Finally! I'm starting to become rational again.
But it wouldn't last long.
"I don't want you to be nervous." She said as she lightly traced the lines on my palm.
"Too late for that. It's there. It's not going away."
"Hmmm. Is it going to get worse?"
"I honestly doubt it could." I responded. Which was probably true.
"Well, that could actually be a good thing. I mean, if this is as bad as it gets, then we really have nothing to worry about, right?"
Then, before I could say anything - or think for that matter. She kissed me. 'Kissed' doesn't do it justice. Her tongue pierced my lips and sought out mine and for what seemed at once an eternity and a milli-second we were locked in the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced.
"Wow." Somehow escaped my lips when we parted. "I'll say," she responded licking her lips.
And then I realized something. Something profoundly unexpected and unnerving. My hand had been placed by her or me - it's hard to tell who did what - between her legs. And my fingers, as if they had a will of their own, were tracing every contour of her inner thigh. Her pussy lips which were only concealed by the thin fabric of her dress were smooth and delicious. I could feel her wetness and it drove me out of my mind.
"Sorry, I'm a little sweaty." She said as some sort of tension breaker. "You make me nervous." Then we both laughed. But my hand. My hand stayed put, joined by hers, which guided it around her little slice of heaven. Her hips gyrated. Her bottom lip tucked under her teeth. Her eyes closed. And for what seemed like hours we enjoyed the feel of each other.
"May I?" She asked as she put her hand on my aching cock. I couldn't really say no. I mean, fair is fair, right? "Oh my, this is no good." She giggled. I was mortified! I'm too small. And I thought seven inches was above average! Embarrassed, I pulled my hand from her wet mound and scooted over. "Where are you going?" She quickly responded.
"I..."
"Oh," she realized her statement was off, "I didn't mean what I think you thought I meant." And she grabbed for my hard member once more, then leaned into whisper... "I was only saying that it's no good to have this nice hard cock sitting here all alone." God, I love it when a woman says the word cock! I almost lost it all right there!
To further intensify things, she scooted up enough to raise the sundress and expose her nicely shaved pussy. My eyes almost shot out of my skull! "Let me help you," she offered, then grabbed my hand and placed it on her juicy center. My fingers quickly darted inside and began exploring this marvelous creature. At this she began squirming feverishly, all the while trying to get my pants undone. I leaned back granting her access, and in a second she was in, producing my swollen head and veiny shaft. She squeezed a drop of precum out, swiped it up with her finger then licked it clean.
"Yummy," she said as she quickly squeezed again producing another healthy dose. "Wanna taste?" She brought her finger, wet with my precum to my lips. What was I gonna do? Say no? I opened my mouth and let her finger dance around my tongue. "Good, huh?" I think I managed a, "Uh-huh."
Then she leaned in and whispered, "He can see us, huh?" As she motioned to the bartender. "Um, probably not everything right now." I replied. "Hmmm. He knows we just met, so it'd be a little..." She trailed off.
