We'd been talking online for a couple months now. We'd both swiped up on each other, and the connection was there from the start.
He's not really my "type," but he's tall, and as much as I may not be a fan of facial hair, I can't help but think about him and that beard... Non-stop. There's just something about him that makes me think dirty thoughts, day in and day out.
We've decided to take that "next step," and finally meet, face-to-face. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I bought a completely new outfit - boots and all - and I NEVER do that. Let's hope he likes them.
So here I am, getting ready... He calls me an "angel," which I think is hysterical, because if he only knew how far off that was! So I'm going ALL white. Like an angel. Another thing I just don't do. This guy has me so far outside my comfort zone it's literally uncomfortable... But in such a good way.
White lace bra. Matching lace panties. White sheer top. White, skin-tight, bend-over-and-you'll-get-a-show skirt. Thigh-high, 4" heel, white boots. I do a spin in front of the mirror... And damn. If he doesn't want to fuck me, I have no doubt I'll be able to find someone who will!
I get to the bar, a new place for me, and it's HUGE. I hope we can find a quiet, secluded spot. There are what must be 200 people milling about, and I'm already getting some stares. Some leering, from the women, of course, but some appreciative, too... From the men AND a couple women. This should be fun.
I make my way to the back, and upstairs... It's less crowded, and there's a table by the railing, close to bathrooms. I take off my coat, hang it on the back of one of the chairs at the table, and head to the ladies' room.
I look myself over in the mirror, freshen my lipstick, and take a deep breath. I'm uncharacteristically nervous. I'm anxious to meet this man.
Back at the table, I take a seat, and begin to people watch. One of the bartenders is getting harassed by a man asking for a beer. I can see why, because she's drop-dead gorgeous. I might have some competition tonight.
Just as I'm about to get up, I hear a deep bass say, "Hi, there. Jade... Right?"
I look up into his face, and I'm immediately lost in his smile. He's ENORMOUS. Not just tall... He's like a lumberjack. Thick biceps, an endless expanse of muscle in his chest. A titan in comparison to my tiny 5'3" frame. Even in my heels, I'll have to look up just to see his eyes.
I smile, and ask him if he wants to sit. I laugh, telling him it'll be easier on my neck if he does.
We talk for what seems like hours... Effortlessly. No awkward silences, no strange looks. Barely a pause in the conversation.
He stops, seemingly thinking of what to say next, stands up, and asks me if I'd like to dance. I take his hand, and we just stand there for a minute... Him looking down at me, and me looking up at him.
He wraps his arms around me, and my face is just barely at his chest. He feels warm, and strong. It's a slow song, and we gently sway together to the music. It's a sweet feeling. I feel almost... Safe.
The song ends, and he lets go of me. I smile, and as the next song starts to play, I sway my hips a little to the beat. This one's a little more up-tempo... Perfect music for grinding, really.
He inches closer, and I keep moving against him. I'm both shocked and thrilled when I feel the beginning of his hard-on against my belly. I look up, and he's looking back at me, obviously turned on.
I lick my lips, and ask him if he's enjoying our dance. He says, "I think you know the answer to that," and turns me around so that I'm facing the railing, with his hips pressing into my back. I step up onto the first rung of the barrier, and push my ass against his cock. I feel it against me, and I smile to myself, thinking about where tonight could end up going...
When all of the sudden, his hands are on my waist, gently holding me to him, his hips grinding into me from behind. I lean back into him, and lift my arm around his neck when he starts nibbling on my ear.
"You know what you're doing to me, woman..." It's not a question... But more of a growl. I giggle, and take his hand from my waist and move it up to cup my breast.
"Oh, I know EXACTLY what I'm doing, honey."
His hand starts to knead my 36DDs through my shirt and bra, and I moan. It was definitely louder than I'd intended, because a few heads turned our way. But at this point, I couldn't care less. He's making me wet, and he hasn't even kissed me yet.
We continue on like this for a few songs... I know he's raring to go, because his cock is pulsing against my asscheeks, almost to the beat of the music. I'm hot, and oh, so very bothered. I have no doubt in my mind that I want this man... Here and now.
I take his other hand - the one still on my waist - and slowly help him under the waistline of my skirt, into my panties. He slides a finger between my legs and grunts.
"Goddamn. You're smooth... and soaked." He chuckles as he rubs a slow circle around my clit. "Want some help with that?"
I turn my head and look up at him, his eyes smoldering and looking to me for an answer. I pull his hand from my skirt, bringing it to my mouth, and suck his finger between my lips, swirling my tongue around it.
"Yes, please. I think I might just need your help in the ladies' room."
I hop down off of the railing and take his hand, pulling him behind me toward the door to the bathroom. He doesn't put up a fight.
Once inside the door, he pushes me up against it and leans down, kissing me hard. I open my mouth to let his tongue in, and I moan around his lips... He tastes like blueberries. I nip and suck on his bottom lip, smiling, and ask, "What now? Hmm?"
Without a word, he lifts me up and places me on the counter top, and pushes my knees apart. "You tell me. What do you want, angel?" He puts his palm against my underwear, feeling my heat.
I moan. "Oh, God. Do whatever you want... Just please don't tease me." I grind against his hand, rubbing myself against his palm.
He smirks, and starts to pull my underwear down. "I want to taste you." Just the words alone have me twitching, anticipating his lips on me.
