It seemed like any other Friday night, but this night was going to change the way I viewed women forever. I had planned to meet a few of my buddies at a local hot spot for a few drinks and to renew our ongoing quest to find Miss Right.
Every week it seems to be the same pattern: 100 guys all chasing after the 3-5 "hot" chicks at the club while the other 75 to 80 single women in the place talk and dance amongst themselves. This night I was hanging with my buddies and I was scouting out the "talent" in the club when I noticed a demure looking woman sitting at a table with a couple other women. None of the women at the table were strikingly beautiful, but they were well dressed, and had pretty faces.
Throughout the night I watched them on and off going to and from the dance floor. The one girl I was paying particular attention to had short brown hair, smallish breasts, and had wide hips. She stood about 5'4", and weighed probably 140 lbs. Outwardly, she was pretty much average in every sense. I was soon to learn, that she had some extraordinary hidden talents.
After a couple hours, I got the nerve to approach their table. Her two friends had gone to the dance floor, leaving "Justine" there by herself. I approached and asked her if she'd like to dance. She said "no", that her feet were hurting and she needed to sit down for a while. I can tell you that in the past when the "beautiful" women had given me that line, I would have walked away never to return again. This time it was different, there was a sincerity in Justine's voice when she told me about her sore feet, so I asked if she minded if I joined her while her friends were on the dance floor.
She smiled a smile that lit up the room, and said she would love for me to join her. We immediately clicked. We had everything in common, she laughed at all my stupid jokes, and she had the most amazingly iridescent green eyes that I had ever seen. When her friends returned, I pulled a chair over from another table and sat down next to Justine. The tables were small and the space was cramped, so my thigh was brushing up against hers under the table, and it gave me a bit of a thrill.
I was chatting with Justine and her friends, and at one point I told a joke, which made all the girls laugh, and when the laughter subsided, Justine had placed her hand on my thigh. With just that slight touch, my dick began to swell.
After a few minutes, a slow song came on and Justine grabbed my hand, pulled me from my seat, and said "let's have that dance." It felt as though I were floating to the dance floor, and when we got there, Justine pulled me to her and placed both hands around my back. I put my hands on her lower back, and the bulge in my pants was pressing firmly against her lower belly. Her head was resting on my shoulder and she whispered into my ear "mmm, you smell soo good," and pulled me even tighter against her.
I slid one of my hands down and gently massaged her ass, and when I did so she began rotating her hips ever so slightly, grinding my bulge firmly against her body. When the song ended, she grabbed my hand and walked back toward the table. Just as we reached the table she told her friends that she was feeling tired and that I had volunteered to drive her home. Although this came as a surprise to me, I was more than willing to chauffer this amazing woman home.
I walked her out into the parking and I opened the passenger door for her. As I was holding the door open for her, she turned to me and kissed me. We stood between the door and the car for what seemed like an hour, just kissing, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our bodies pressed tightly together. The smell of her skin, mixed with her perfume was more intoxicating than the drinks I had in the club, and it felt as though my head was swimming.
Justine finally broke the kiss, and said "let's go home," with a sly wink. She stepped into the car and I closed the door behind her and went around to get into the driver's seat. As soon as I sat down, Justine reached over and began to unbuckle my belt and pull my throbbing cock free of my pants. She immediately bent over and took me deep into her mouth. She had the best technique I'd ever felt in my life. She was moving her tongue around my shaft while it was buried to the back of her throat.
She was able to pull my balls free and was caressing them as she blew me in the front seat of my car. She was slurping and had the best suction I'd ever felt. She not only took my entire dick into her mouth, but she was able to stretch her tongue out and licked my balls at the same time, it was amazing. I pulled her hair back from her face, and she looked me in the eyes as she continued to deep throat me. She then changed her technique and took only the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it as she stroked my cock with her soft hands. I could feel myself ready to explode, and this being the first night I met her, I told Justine that I was ready to cum. She just looked up at me with an impish grin and began sucking me harder and stroking faster until I was shooting my load down her throat. She swallowed every drop and licked my dick clean. She then sat up, and said, "hurry up and get me home, we've got a long night ahead."
If this was just the beginning, I couldn't wait to get her home and I drop like a bat out of hell. It was good thing she didn't live too far away, and within 10 minutes we were staggering through her front door, shedding our clothes as fast as possible in a frenzy of motion. As she stepped out of her skirt, I noticed she was wearing some control-top pantyhose.
