I have been waiting for over 2 hours at the bar of our favorite club. After 3 drinks, I am getting rather upset at the fact I always have to wait for you. After having fended off the advances of 4 different women whom after this length of time wouldnāt even give me the time of day.
I finish the last of my drink. I am tired of waiting and angry. I head for the door. And guess who I run into? You! Quickly you approach me with those sad brown eyes, and apologize. I have every intention of being mad at you but you quickly grab me and kiss me with soft sensuous lips, Gently running your tongue along my lower lip and playfully biting it.
I melt and can no longer be angry, in fact the anger has developed into desire for your young sexy body. You grab my hand and head for the dance floor. I hold you back and tell you not right now and find a table where we can sit and talk for a while. I ask where you have been, especially since I told you to meet me half an hour earlier than I really expected you to show up?
You tell me that you couldnāt decide what to wear and what to wear underneath that. You stand up; you are ravishing in the out fit you have chosen. I am the envy of every guy in the club, and some women too I suppose, by being with such a beautiful woman. You have on a mid thigh length black skirt with a slit up the right side, a turquoise sequined top cut low as to bring attention to your delicate cleavage. A pair of 4-inch stiletto heels with black nylons that have the seam running up the back. Your long auburn hair is at full length in tiny ringlets framing your beautiful face.
I have to kiss you and as our tongues meet in each others mouth I canāt resist running my hand up your thigh, and notice that you are wearing thigh highs, so being adventurous I run my hand around to your front an notice you didnāt have on panties either. I stop and look at you and you tell me ā I told you I couldnāt decide what to wear underneath.ā pressed together you can feel my reaction by how hard my cock is getting. You reach between us and give me a squeeze just to assure me of what kind of night it is going to be.
You sit down while I go and get us something to drink, I return and you have your legs crossed, but as I sit down across from you, you uncross your legs giving me a quick look at your freshly trimmed pubic hair and the wetness that has formed at the opening of your swollen pussy. You are making my cock harder by the second and you know it, you also love the fact that no matter how mad I get at you all you have to do is smile and kiss me passionately to remove any anger I might have.
We get out to the dance floor and we dance for a while, until the music really heats up. You start to grind your ass against my growing hard- on. Felling me get hard each time your tight ass rubs against me. You keep this up until you finally are just rubbing your ass into me feeling the heat coming off of my now throbbing cock. I reach up your thigh and run my hand between your legs. You slightly spread your legs allowing my fingers access to your wet pussy. I slip one finger in between your legs and find your clit, it is swollen and hard, and you jump as my touch sends an electric shock through your body. I keep rubbing your clit, as the beat of the music increases in tempo and intensity so doe s the pressure I administer to your pulsing clit. I can feel your breathing get heavier and faster as you near the point of no return. Just as the music is climbing to a climax, so are you. I slip a finger inside of you and rub your clit with my thumb. I can feel the muscles in your pussy tighten and your juices running from inside you and down the back of my hand as you start to tremble, and knees start to buckle. You scream but no one hears you over the music as you cum.
As you slowly recover the music dies down to a slow song and we steal away to the table. Your blonde curls stuck to your neck and face from the sweat we have built up dancing. I suggest we go out side, and you agree.
We go out to the patio and the cool ocean breeze feels good against our sweat-covered bodies. I grab your hand and we walk down the steps to the sand and around the corner the club to some rocks, which form a cove. I sit down and you sit on my lap. Your hand brushes across my lap and you notice that I still have a raging hard-on and you tell me we must do something about this and start to undo my belt, kissing me deeply our tongues doing a dance of their own, you unbutton my trousers, and pull down the zipper to my pants. Breaking our kiss you kneel in front of me and open the fly to my trouser exposing my throbbing cock.