I’d been sitting at home for far too long, and on a whim, I decided to go out to the local club in town. While hooking up would have been nice, I was mainly looking to just get the hell out of my stuffy apartment and let loose for a while. I threw on a pair of slightly faded khakis, pulled a ribbed t-shirt on over my frame and headed out. Along the way, I placed some calls on my cell phone and got a few friends to come out and meet me at the club.
I walked in around 10:30 and already the place was rocking. Heavy dance rhythms pounded from the speakers while the strobe lights flashed across the landscape, illuminating everyone on the dance floor like a sort of live action cartoon flip book. I hit the bar for a Malibu and Coke and stood back to survey the scene. I had always known this place was a premiere meat market, but I had no idea it would be like this. It was un-fucking-believable. Everywhere you looked it was as though the top 25 percent of the gene pool had come to play. I knew that a guy like me had no chance in hell of scoring in a place like this and immediately began to feel woefully out of my league. I debated leaving before making a complete fool of myself. I was up out of my stool but before I could make a break for the door, the bartender tapped me on the shoulder.
I turned around to find another Malibu and Coke in front of me. Knowing I hadn’t asked for a refill, I looked at bartender in bewilderment.
“Compliments of the lady, “ he replied, pointing to his right.
I followed his line of sight to a booth nearby wherein sat the sexiest thing I had seen so far that night. She looked to stand no more than 5’ 7” or so. Her auburn hair came down to about her shoulders. She wore a purple silk blouse that buttoned up the front. I tipped my glass toward her in salutation and thanks. She motioned me to join her at the booth. I quickly complied
As I worked my way through the crowd, I began to get a better look at my new drinking buddy. She wore a short skirt along with black nylons, which perfectly complimented the light purple of that blouse. And those high heels on her feet had to be at least two and a half inches, if not three. From what I could make out through the din, she had her curves in all the right places. As I slid into the booth across from her, I couldn’t help but notice her rather generous cleavage exposed from the opening at the top of the blouse. Her tits had to be at least a C cup, D if I was really lucky.
She offered her hand across the table. “Hi, I’m Charlotte.”
I accepted the hand gingerly. “I’m Bruce.”
She was unbelievably nervous. Her body language screamed that this was something she had never done in her life and the excitement of the situation what making her tremble. The ice rattled in her glass has she gulped down the last of her vodka tonic.
“Are you OK,” I asked, playing on her obvious tension, “ you seem a bit on edge.”
“Well,” she replied, “it’s just that… I’ve never done that, you know? Just picked up some stranger in a club and sent him a drink.”
“First time for everything,” I replied. “If I could ask a question, why?”
“Truthfully, you’re hot, “ she answered back. “And I just knew I’d kick myself if I didn’t at least talk to you.”
That answer kind of took me aback. Maybe it was the booze talking. Then again, maybe she was always this honest. I seized the initiative and took her hand.
“C’mon,” I said, tugging her towards the dance floor, “lets dance.”
She rose willingly to follow me to the floor. As I glanced back to watch her follow me and my jaw nearly dropped. Her body curved in every single right place. Almost at once, I felt a shot of adrenaline go straight to my cock as it began to twitch in my pants. I suddenly found myself in a surprising amount of arousal and hoping to get a taste of my newfound piece of poontang pie.
The music began to take a seriously sexual tilt as we started moving on the floor. After a few minutes, the space between us grew smaller and soon I could feel her grinding against my body. A move which was further heightening my horny state. I began to move against her body in response. She turned around reached around to feel my body from behind. All the while continuing to grind her ass against the now substantial bulge in my crotch. Taking a chance, I began to feel down the front of her body, across her rather ample chest. When she made no effort to stop me, I dared myself to go further, inching my hands below her waist while my mouth was inches from her rather delectable earlobe. Charlotte reached back and pulled my mouth to hers. I felt her tongue slip past my lips and begin to mingle with mine. I wasn’t about to stop her. After a several minutes, we came up for air.
“You wanna get out of here?” I asked, though I knew already the answer.
