But now I was extremely glad I finally caved in and said yes.
"So, can I get you a drink?" He asked, and I nodded. I looked around the crowded bar and realized half of the women were staring at Kyle. I didn't blame them. He was HOT. When he came back with my drink and sat down, I was worried. He was really good looking, and very nice, but I didn't know how well he'd be with the conversation aspect.
I was shocked. He was funny, charming, intelligent, and very considerate. We had a great conversation. We talked about everything and anything, and before I knew it, it was 1 am. Between topics of conversation we had danced, and he was an amazing dancer. At first we took it slow, but by the end of the night, we had both had plenty to drink, and the dancing got a little dirty. We were grinding together pretty hard, and I was so horny it wasn't even funny. By the feel of things down south, so was he.
After our last dance, I couldn't take it any more. My body was dripping with sweat, and so was his, and I couldn't wait to get my hands all over him. He smelled so good; a combination of Axe and sweat, that I wanted to take him right there on the dance floor. Of course, that wasn't an option.
Before I knew it, I had dragged him out into the area where the bathrooms were. Without saying a word, I opened the door to the women's bathroom, and when I was sure the coast was clear, I dragged Kyle in. I pulled him into a stall and shut the door, pushing him up against it, and kissing him for all I was worth. He immediately responded, pushing his tongue into my mouth and massaging my tongue with his. His hands were everywhere; in my hair, down my back, on my ass, and back over again. I was so fucking horny that I thought I might cum right then and there.