John spotted her the minute he walked into the bar. She was gorgeous; 5-foot-10, short brown hair, athletic body, nice tits and a tight ass. John gulped and told himself that he would not leave without her number tonight.
John had had a fair amount of success with women, but was not what anyone would consider a "ladies' man." He was six feet tall, dark hair, and of average complexion. Although in his early 30s, John was a successful salesman. Sales was his business and tonight, John resolved his effort to "sell" himself to the beautiful woman at the bar.
The men paraded in front of her, chatting her up all night. Who could pass up that opportunity? Finally John looked up and saw her sitting alone. Here's my chance, he thought, and walked over to her.
The conversation was pleasant enough. Her name was Emily. She was 28 and was working while trying to complete her culinary arts program. She had a pleasant smile that John knew had convinced other men to follow her anywhere. He gulped and realized he would do the same.
Emily flashed her seductive smile and laughed at John's anecdotes, even though he didn't think they were too funny. "Things are going well," John thought. "Here's my chance to ask for her number." But just as John was about to ask, Emily cut him off.
"I've had enough of this place for one night," she said. "How 'bout we head over to my apartment?"
John couldn't believe his luck. He finished his drink and helped Emily with her jacket and they departed together.
Emily gave John a brief tour of her apartment. It was crammed with cookbooks and fancy cooking utensils. It wasn't a huge place, but let's face it, John didn't really care what the apartment looked like when the occupant was this fine. The tour ended in the bedroom.
"This is where we'll be spending most of our time," Emily said. "Now I want you to do something for me."
John's penis jumped in his pants. He had been watching Emily's sexy ass sway as she walked and was ready to fuck it.
Emily moved close to John and placed her hand on his crotch, rubbing his cock through his thin pants. God, her hand felt so good on his dick. Every movement made him grow harder.
"That's quite a monster you have there," Emily said. "Why don't you strip for me and show me what it can do?"
John slowly unbuttoned his shirt, rocking his body to imaginary music. He let his shirt hang open at his belt and kicked off his shoes. John ran his hands up and down his taught chest and briefly teased his nipples, making them firm. Emily applauded and felt her own breasts through her shirt.
John unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants and slowly drew down the fly. He was so turned on by his performance and the fact that Emily was still fully clothed but running her hand between her legs, obviously appreciating the show.
John's fly parted and exposed the white shield of his underwear. His cock was raging hard and the head hand pushed its way out of the jockeys. John's knob was slick with precum and it left a shiny trail across his hairy abdomen. John's pants fell to the ground. He stood before Emily in his tight underwear which hugged his balls and plainly outlined his hard shaft. There was little left to the imagination and John couldn't wait to shove his raging erection into the soft folds of skin between Emily's smooth legs.
Emily had unzipped her pants and John noticed that her pink panties were darker with wetness on the thin fabric between her legs. John's cock jumped as he hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband and pulled down his underwear, exposing his dark triangle of groomed pubic hair and, finally his engorged member, which celebrated the fresh air.
John took a step toward Emily, ready to help her out of her clothes.
