For the first time in her 25 years on earth, Jenna was surprised by the girl looking back at her in the mirror. Staring back at her was actually not a girl but a woman. A woman she barely recognized. Jenna grinned.
She leant closer to the mirror and admired the subtle yet striking makeup her best friend Gia had applied. Her eyes looked huge and the red lipstick accentuated her lips' natural fullness. Gone was her usual tied back bun hairstyle as her long dark brown hair was blown dried into soft waves, falling way past her shoulders.
But the main transformation was her clothes. Her usual jeans and tshirt were replaced with the tiniest of mini dresses. This was not a dress for the meek. Her larger than average breasts almost spilled from the low cut sweetheart neckline and the dress was cut short to show off a vast expanse of slender thigh. She looked, dare she say it, sexy?
"Holy shit!" Her best friend and makeover expert exclaimed. "You look smoking hot!"
"I don't look like me," Jenna murmured, tugging at the hem of her dress, suddenly feeling self conscious.
"Exactly," Gia responded. "This is your chance to get out there, let your hair down and show boring old Pete what he's missing."
Jenna winced at the mention of her now ex-boyfriend who had unceremoniously dumped her the week before. The rejection had stung, but Jenna was through feeling sorry for herself. She nodded. Gia was right. She needed this.
"C'mon sweetie. Chin up, shoulders back, tits out. Show 'em what you're made of."
Jenna laughed, took Gia's outstretched hand and head out the door.
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The bar was busier than usual with christmas being on its way. The musical was loud and Jenna could feel the beat of the music throbbing through her body. She had just finished her third cocktail and was really beginning to feel less self conscious.
She left Gia and their other friends on the dance floor and made her way to the bar. She worked her way through the throng of people and managed to position herself at the bar.
"What can I get you beautiful?" the batman shouted to be heard over the music. Wow. Served immediately and with a compliment to boot! She was definitely wearing this dress again!
Jenna ordered another cocktail and reached for her purse when a deep voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Allow me."
She looked up to see the sexiest man she had ever seen handing over some money to pay for her drink. Her eyes lifted from his wide chest to take in his jet black hair, sensual mouth and dark eyes. Fuck, he was beautiful!
"Un, thank you," Jenna responded, flustered. Her dark stranger smiled at her and allowed his eyes to roam her body. His gaze lingered on her breasts, down to her legs before resting on her lips.
She felt his eyes on her body as if they were his hands. She knew she ought to be offended to be so blatantly objectified but her body thought otherwise. Her body heated up, her nipples hardened and an unmistakable throb began between her legs.
"I'm Luc," he offered as he took her hand.
"Jenna," she murmured in response, distracted by how large his hand was as it dwarfed her own much smaller one.
"Jenna," he repeated, smiling as if he enjoyed the sound of her name on his lips. Jenna didn't respond, still very aware of his hand holding hers. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have these huge hands on her body, holding her breasts, squeezing her nipples before sliding further down her body. She squeezed her thighs to try and relieve the sudden ache there.
"So Jenna, what brings you here tonight?" Luc questioned, watching her intently.
"I'm just out with some friends," Jenna responded, gesturing vaguely to the dance floor.
"Female friends?" Luc probed, leaning closer. Jenna nodded in response, not trusting herself to speak. He seemed satisfied with that response and ran a single finger down her cheek. He was just inches away now. Jenna could feel her breathing quicken in anticipation.
She became suddenly aware of the height difference between them. He was easily over 6 feet tall, maybe even a full foot over her relatively petite 5 feet 4. His muscular physique was barely hidden by his shirt. Jenna licked her suddenly dry lips.
Luc groaned and closed the distance between them, his mouth covering hers. This wasn't a sweet and gentle first kiss - it was hot, hard and demanding. His tongue slipped between her lips as he explored her mouth and she allowed herself to do the same. The taste of whisky on his tongue was intoxicating. She rested her hands against his muscular chest and gave into the kiss.
She wanted him to touch her. Her clit was aching for attention and breasts felt tight and heavy. She pressed herself against him and he abruptly pulled away. His breathing was as heavy and erratic as hers.
"You need to tell your friends we're going," Luc told her decisively.
Suddenly remembering her surroundings Jenna flushed. She looked around and although no one seemed to be paying them any attention, she was mortified about the display they had put on.
"I..." She started, before Luc cut her off with a finger against her lips.
"Jenna, this is going to happen. Stop fighting it. You want this as much as I do. I can feel it. So either we go back to my place and I spend the whole night making you cum again and again or I fuck you right here at the bar. Either way I need to be inside you."
His coarse words both shocked and excited her. She had never had a one night stand before. Maybe it was time to live a little, and bizarrely, she instinctively trusted her sexy stranger. She nodded and knocked back the rest of her drink. She found Gia and explained and her friends eyebrows shot up in surprise.
