The following experience has to rank as one of my all time favourite one-night stands. Lady Luck was certainly smiling down on me on that particular night. Hi, I'm Jason Macquarie, 26 years old and currently travelling the world on a working holiday.
Prior to this, I was working for one of Australia's big high street banks as a Teller in a town called Albany situated on the south-western part of the country. I'd been in this position for about a year and I found it to be an excellent way to meet girls. There were no shortage of them and being a 'Pom' I was a local curiosity so getting dates didn't present a problem. I had just received a transfer to head office in Melbourne and the night in question was my last day with this branch of the bank and I was out partying.
After the farewell dinner, my mate Billy and I headed over to the local nightclub to party-on to the early hours. It was about 11 p.m. and I was nicely on my way alcohol wise when I ran into one of the customers whom I used to serve on a regular basis. Jill worked across the road at the Surgery and I had noticed her on numerous occasions but she paid me zero attention until this day when she'd come into the bank, I had served her and she was being very chatty. She was a top looking girl, blonde as they come with an excellent pair of breasts.
When Jill saw me she immediately left her two friends and came over to me all smiles. We chatted for a few minutes when she motioned for her friends to join Billy and I. After all the introductions had been made we began chatting and the night was turning out to be full of potential. At one point I headed up to the bar to get the next round when I was joined by one of Jill's friends Ruth. She claimed to be helping me carry the drinks and we began chatting. She was extremely cute with a petite frame, long deep red hair, and large well-formed breasts with constantly erect nipples, flat stomach, and a tight butt.
She was dressed in a red halter-top and a pair of black pants that were so tight they looked sprayed on. I found out that she was 27 and recently divorced. The more we talked, the friendlier she became touching me when we laughed. Getting the drinks took a while and once purchase we rejoined the group that had increased in size after several more of my friends had turned up.
As the night progressed, the music increased in quality and it was decided that we should hit the floor. Now without being an egomaniac, I know how to dance and this night was no exception, the alcohol level was perfect and I was busting some killer moves catching everyone's eyes. Ruth loved it and she was pretty mean on the floor also and it wasn't long until we were dirty dancing with each other. To give you an idea of what it was like, try to picture that scene in Basic Instinct where Michael Douglas and Sharon Stone were dancing. Just like that film, our moves were increasing in sexual tension and it became clear that we were destined to go back home.
Ruth invited me back to her place, which, lucky for me, were two streets away from where I was living. When we arrived we bumped into some guy that lived in her apartment. After greeting him she said in a very offhand way "I've got myself a new man and he's in for something special tonight". I can't exactly remember his reply but it sounded like good luck. Once inside her apartment, she told me to take a seat whilst she went to change. I grabbed myself some much needed water and took a seat. Ruth returned several minutes later dressed in a bathrobe grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom.
She then left for a few minutes and I stripped down and got between the sheets. Upon re-entering the bedroom, Ruth told me to close my eyes, this I pretended to do so but watched as she disrobed then climbed into bed. We held each other and began to kiss passionately. When we broke she sighed, "I'm going to really enjoy this. It's been far too long." We kissed and caressed some more and with the temperature rising I threw back the bedclothes to marvel at her naked form. The first thing I noticed was a huge tattoo of a panther that extended from her right shoulder to the left of her navel. It was one of the strangest sights that I have come across. She told me that after her divorce she was so depressed that she decided that some radical behaviour was in order and marched into the tattooists and said, "Paint me then show me a man". Over the space of three weeks she was getting down with the tattooists and getting her body painted. At the end of it, the tattoo didn't cost her anything.
