It was a Friday night when my buddy Kris called and asked me to come out to a few bars with he and few friends. I resisted the notion at first. Kris was a fairly rambunctious party boy and the friends; while I hadn't met them I knew they would be a rowdy bunch as well. My nights out with Kris often ended with a head in the gutter passing out while my friends tried to drag into the house. I didn't have a great alcohol tolerance and it had been a long time since I'd been out, it'd also been a long time since I'd seen Kris and I felt I owed him. Reluctantly I agreed I'd be in the city in half an hour. I threw on a long shirt and jeans. The cab turned up a lot quicker than I had anticipated so I was pulling on my last shoe while hopping down the driveway to meet the cabbie.
On the ride into the city I called Kris to tell him I was on my way. He too was in a cab headed for the city but from the Eastern side of the CBD.
"Where am I meeting you?" I asked.
"126 George Street. Bar called 'The Parliament'" he replied. I hung up and relayed the info to the cabbie. Kris was already out front with his friends when I pulled up. There were four older looking guys and Kris smoking near the door talking to the bouncer. I shook hands with all of them and we made our way inside. At the top of a flight of stairs I could smell the mix of booze and sweat that wafted up from the underground bar. The music thumped up towards us. Inside the place was full of people swarming and dancing. I'd never been there before and I was nervous and excited, it was that light butterfly sensation of a new club that gets dowsed by a couple of drinks.
We made our way over to the bar Kris ordered some of the local flavour and watched as the chesty barmaid took two glass jars and filled them with vodka, lemonade, raspberry cordial, ice and an energy drink. It was like a fire-engine but with a sour aftertaste, I was pretty taken with it and I liked the novelty. I could feel the music thumping through the jar. After another two jars the butterflies were gone but I needed to piss, I slipped from the bar into a bathroom. When I returned, Kris and the others were gone from the bar area. I headed up towards the dance floor which was on a raised platform with a rail running around it. As I approached I squeezed between the bar and a group of people. As I passed I felt a slim hand slap my butt-cheek. I spun to see one a girl grinning and giggling with one of her friends. I smiled back. She was short and blonde, she was a little bigger but I liked that in girls. It gave them that great curve in their waist and they usually had bigger breasts. Her eyes were huge, green looking straight at mine.
I could tell she was making the same assessments about me. I worked out but I wasn't one of those humungous gym junkies, I just liked to stay in shape. I had a low body fat index so my muscles were obvious and definite. As I turned to walk up to the dance floor I saw her bite her lip lightly. I made a mental note of her blue dress in case I was drunk when I saw her next. There was actually a pretty good ratio of girls to guys tonight. On the dance floor the guys had already meshed with a group of people and danced to a remix of an old 90's song. As I danced I took great swigs of my jar and let my body succumb to the music. I've always been a fairly reserved guy but when I go out and drink with my pals it's like I flick a switch and become this wild shameless animal. It's a sensation I love at the time but feel embarrassed about in the morning.
Another song went by and Kris tapped me on the arm with his empty jar, it was my round. I downed the rest of my drink and headed to the bar. I could feel the alcohol starting to make my head swim. While the barmaid poured the drinks I heard a voice over the music.
"Hi" It was a woman. I turned and the deep intoxicating eyes of the handsy blonde met mine.
"Hey it's you. The girl form before right?" I said back. She smiled wryly.
"Yeah, I wanted to get your attention. I saw you when you came in with that group of guys" I was taken back no girl was ever so quick with me.
"Well you've got it now" I went to tell her my name but she shushed me and touched my chin.
"No names" She said. I wasn't used to women being so forward and rushing into touching my face. It really put me off balance; I was out of my depth here. Usually I'd have to make the first move. I liked this though.
"Do you wanna dance?" I said. I was a shark when it came to women; I'd circle in a spiral moving in for the kill. Drawn by the scent of blood, only the inescapable urge to get my fill driving me. Much like a shark I wasn't gentle with new girls when it came to the kill, I wanted them to know I was there. Sometimes my need to satisfy them wholly became more important than my fill. I'd spent quite a few nights eating a girl out for half an hour or more, rubbing and stroking and licking while they squirm and moan at my touch.
"Let's go then" the nameless blonde said and started to the dance floor. I brought my jars. Handing one off to Kris, the blonde took me by the hand and pulled me to her. I put my hand on her waist and felt that perfect set of sweet curves. She had her hands running across my back, surveying the muscles there. We ground our bodies together to the rhythm of the music thudding through the floor. This close I could see she was taller than I thought, in her heels she was nearly the same height as me. I could see down her dress at her cleavage.
Her breasts were nice, I guessed around a C cup and they were perked up nicely. She leant back and ran her hands from my shoulders down my chest to my belt. I grabbed her supple butt with one hand and the other still planted on her waist. She looked up at me. At my belt she lifted the tail of my shirt and ran her hands up my body. Her hands were cold from her drink and I broke into goosebumps "Wow" she said feeling my abs. The song cut and the DJ did a quick shout-out before starting the next one. We all cheered.
The next song was one of those club songs about how sexy the girls in the club are. Looking around quickly I saw Kris and he gave me a thumbs up at the mystery blonde. I raised my drink in approving response before taking another swig. The blonde moved in close against me and grabbed my hips as she ground herself against my thigh. I could feel her mound running up and down my leg. My penis was pressed against her thigh in the same motion. It was turning me on. I wanted this girl in my bed tonight. I wanted to see her curves free from her dress and have her breasts pressed into my face. She leant towards me and I felt the warm wetness of her lips on my neck, then a hard pinch as she bit me very lightly. I liked it. I buried my face against her neck the best I could with our height difference. Her perfume filled my nose and mouth, she smelt amazing; some kind of fruit scent. I could feel my heart pounding in my dick; I was starting to get hard. She paused for a second as she felt my shaft tense against her thigh.
She looked up at me and threw her arms around my neck, this was my favourite part. There's always that wild excitement where no matter how much you've had to drink the butterflies come back and your heart pounds in your chest as your faces creep closer together and you begin to smell each other's warm breath. No matter how bright the lights are you can see the infinite intricate detail of your partner's irises. Her lips pressed to mine and I was drunk, not on the alcohol in my veins or on her breath, drunk on her scent, dizzy on the heat from her mouth and I was overwhelmed by her body. We kissed and danced while the pressure continued to swell in my pants. She pulled away from me and turned to rub her ass against my groin. Looking down at the round humps of her behind I saw the wet patch on my jeans where she was grinding my thigh. She was wet; she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She teased and rubbed my erection with her butt.
My hands circled her waist and moved up to her breasts.
I kissed at the sweep of her neck and squeezed her ample melons while she pumped against me, both of us working to the music. I sucked at her earlobe.
"You have a great body" I said over the music.
"So do you" she replied arching her neck. I sucked down another mouthful of my jar. Again I glanced around, I couldn't see anyone. I glanced at my watch. I'd been rubbing against this girl for over an hour. My hand slipped down across her stomach past the hem of her dress and onto her thigh. I squeezed there and let my hand run up her inner thigh then back down, I felt her body tense. Her hands slipped between our bodies and grabbed at my jeans, my dick was pounding in her hands. My hand ran back up her leg to her moist panties, my fingers ran along the cloth covered folds of her pussy lips. She was so warm you'd swear she had been sitting on a wet stove.
She moaned in my ear. I gently pulled her underwear to one side and ran my finger up her slot to her clit; I started to make small circles around the bump.
"Oh fuck" she squealed her labia was smooth and hairless, I couldn't wait to plant my mouth on it. In our groping we had almost completely stopped dancing. I wanted to get her home; I also needed a new drink. I shook the empty jar in her eye line. She turned and nodded. She took my hand down to the bar. I placed the empty jar on the bar and leant over to her with one hand clasping her buttocks.
"Let's get out of here" I said. She looked into my eyes. She could see the desire in them, the shark just waiting to please her. She bit her lip and started to walk to the exit.
"You coming?" she asked. I began to follow obediently. I spotted Kris as he exited the bathroom. He looked from me to the blonde and back again. He hi-fived me and cheered as I passed.
Outside it was unseasonably warm and humid; the ground was glistening with old rain. My blonde and I managed to get a cab pretty quickly. I gave the cabbie my address and sat in the back with my girl. She grabbed my head and twisted it to kiss me. Her hands were slim and soft but strong. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and her hands clamped around my neck. I grabbed her breast and held her close with another hand around her waist. I kept catching the cabbie glancing back at us. I didn't care at all. If I had a condom with me I would've fucked her in the cab.
I could feel her nipple prick up as I squeezed her tit. The taxi pulled onto the motorway and accelerated. I was almost home, I was about to let the shark loose. I felt her hand fall into my lap and squeeze my dick. She stopped kissing me and looked me in the eye.
