THE CHEAP DATE
The music in the club thumped loudly, the various lights flashing and flaring around the hard-bodied, young man and woman grinding against one another on the dance floor. They were utterly lost: in the music, in the moment, in one another, as their bodies, slick with sweat and lust, gyrated against each other in hypnotic and rhythmic motions, their forms moving as one.
As the song began its denouement, the man leaned forward, brushing aside the dirty blonde hair of the girl, and whisper in her ear, his breath hot against her flesh. "Let's go outside and get some air," he offered, reaching down and intertwining his fingers with hers. She gave his hands a small squeeze of acknowledgement and smiled as he turned and lead them across the crowded club floor, to a side door that lead outside.
The area just beyond the doors was crowded, mostly with smokers, and the guy (she didn't hear his name on the dance floor and had come to think of him as "Seven") lead them to the back of the building and around the corner: an empty parking lot with a cool breeze, the wind sweeping the sweat from their skin, both of them still catching their breath.
Julia went to say something but didn't have the chance as Seven pushed her against the wall and pressed his mouth to hers, their lips parting quickly, their tongues pushing against one another, exploring each other. As they continued, their breathing hot and heavy in between kisses, Seven's hands moved to Julia's body, gently stroking the smooth, tanned skin of her arms, his fingers tracing across them gently, barely touching, before moving to her firm, breasts, squeezing gently.
His lips moved from hers to her necks, hungrily sucking upon it, licking gently across her taut flesh as his hands move from her breasts down her flat stomach to her hips, running smoothly over her upper thighs, squeezing them, before moving back upward. As he alternated between kissing and sucking upon her neck, her shoulders and her mouth, his hands continued to explore her body, running over flawless skin and squeezing his favorite parts. He could feel how hard her nipples were through her bra and when one hand dipped up under her skit, he could feel that her pussy was hot and wet, having almost soaked through her thong.
He leaned back from kissing her and they were both panting, their lips slightly parted and inches from one another. "I love your body, Julia. You are so incredibly hot. I want my cock in your beautiful mouth so badly," he whispered and she smiled a little, her eyes darting to either side of the so-far empty parking lot.
She smiled apologetically. "No. Not here," she offered and leaned into kiss him, their lips parting, their mouths opening to one another, their tongues intertwining. After a few more minutes, Seven pushed her back again.
"I'll give you twenty bucks," he said, an urgent look upon his face. Julia cocked an eyebrow, unsure if she should be offended or not. He reached down and fished around in his pocket, pulling out a folded twenty dollar bill. They were motionless for a moment, neither one moving or speaking, until finally, he tucked the bill into her bra, pausing to give her breast a squeeze. Still smiling, he stepped back from her and reached up to stroke her hair.
Julia looked down at the twenty dollar bill poking out of her bra then back to Seven and smiled. She sank to her knees before him, still looking up at him, and he immediately began to undo his fly. She reached up to take over for him, pulling his already hard cock out of his jeans; it was of average length, but thick, nothing Julia felt she couldn't handle. She leaned forward and took the head in her warm, wet mouth and Seven groaned.
