People talk about love at first sight, but I do not believe in it. How can you love someone you know absolutely nothing about? Lust at first sight though is something else altogether.
Every eye in the place practically popped out when she entered. A stunning brunette, roughly five-ten. She was wearing a dress was this slinky black number that revealed a very nice amount of cleavage. It was a skintight mini-dress that barely came past her crack and showed off her succulent thirty-six-inch tits for all they were worth. Her hair was wavy and hung down between her shoulder blades. I didn't even think about her.
I know when a babe is completely out of my league, and this babe was out of our neighborhood pub's league. At least fifteen men approached her, and all were shot down. I figured she must be waiting for her Mr. Universe boyfriend. It was one of those moment that I don't tell anyone about, because they just wouldn't believe me. And then the miracle, I've been spending twelve years, in various bars waiting for occurred. Our eyes met across the crowded room. She approached me.
"I came here looking for someone to take me home and fuck my brains out. I'd really like it to be you. You have about five seconds to make up your mind"
| didn't even take one. I furiously nodded my head and took her by the hand and left the bar, much to the amazement of everyone. I knew that we would be doing the wild thing before too long and I knew that she sensed this as well. By the time I had started the engine of the car, hers had already revved to about eighty miles an hour. She was bent over the seat, unzipping my pants and taking my already granite-hard dick between her luscious lips.
Before I was even out of the parking lot, I knew I was going to get the blow-job of my life. Man did she have vacuum power sucking my poor dick into her fiery furnace of a mouth and swirling her tongue all over the one spot guaranteed to make me the poster boy for pre-ejaculation. I wanted to tell her to quit before I exploded down her gullet, but it felt too fucking fantastic. Tums out I was worrying for nothing. The lady knew her stuff. Just seconds before the point of no return, she ceased the activity and popped off my cock to lick my balls.
She possessed no shame sucking my dick eagerly throughout the two-mile drive to my apartment. We had to stop for a red light, and this big pickup truck stopped beside us. I could feel the stare and looked up to see this fifty-year-old lady looking down at me and my babe, making a face and shaking her head. Frigid bitch.
By the time we got to my place, my hand stroked up the length of her thigh. As I traveled further and further beneath her skirt I realized to my delight that she was not wearing underwear. My hand was greeted only by the softness of her skin and the gentle puff of her pubic hair. Soon my goddess's skirt was hiked up over her hips, exposing a completely naked ass. She made no effort to pull it down as we rushed to my door. Once inside, she wasted no time in pulling the dress up and off, revealing the kind of body I've only seen in randy webpages. Her black bush was perfectly trimmed Mohawk-style, and her tits were works of art. Firm, large, with big bright pink nipples winking at me from the middle.