Jen and I have been dating for almost a year now. Let me just say up front that I'm dating up. WAY up. She is quite honestly one of the most stunningly sexy women I've ever met and by far the sexiest woman I've ever dated. She's 5'8" tall, 130#, DEEP blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, 36C bra size, 22" waist, and 37" hips. She works out 2 or 3 times a week. If you really want an idea of what her body looks like, Google or Bing Randy Moore, early pictures. (She's an adult film actress--Randy, not Jen). Jen is 25, so, in order to compare apples to apples, you'd have to find Randy in her early years. Now, if you did go look, just know that Jen looks better. Her breasts aren't quite as big, but they are 100% real, as is the rest of her.
I'm much more ordinary, 6'2", dark brown hair, hazel eyes, 190 pounds. I keep my hair trimmed, so not overly long, about down to my collar in the back and generally parted to the side. I'm not a particularly hairy guy, so have some on my arms, legs head and crotch area, but really not much anywhere else. I played basketball in high school; still do on occasion when I can find the time. So I stay in reasonably good shape. I'm not as diligent at working out as Jen is, but I try to go with her at least once a week, just to see her in a pair of yoga pants. And to give you some TMI, I had to shave the private regions. Per Jen, "If you want me to keep my legs and pussy smooth, the least you can do is do the same for your cock. Besides, I don't like getting hair in my teeth any more than you do." So, I am smooth there and I don't argue. If you actually saw her, you'd understand and wouldn't argue either.
We met a year ago at a Halloween party they have each year at one of the casinos nearby. She was dressed as the comic book character Zatanna. If you don't know who that is, go ahead and Google. If you are lazy, then I'll tell you the costume consisted of a form hugging white bustier, low cut in the front to show a LOT of cleavage, a black tuxedo half-jacket with tails, high cut, tight fitting black shorts (panties maybe, not sure what you'd call them) that were cut high in the back to show a LOT of her ass. She paired this with a pair of black seamed fishnet pantyhose, what I guessed were 4" or 5" black patent leather ankle strapped pumps with stiletto heels, white gloves, white choker bowtie, top hat and a magic wand that was probably 8 to 12 inches long. I really couldn't judge because my eyes were being drawn to too many other places. To say she was stunning might qualify me as the new record holder for all-time understatements.
I was sitting in an easy chair in my own costume, Batman to be precise, with a drink on the table beside me near the stage area for the local cover band fairly close to the dance floor. And to be clear, the casinos don't allow you to wear a mask inside—go figure. Thus I had the mask tucked into the back of the suit hanging over the cape, so it was behind my neck. I was sitting on the cape, which was pretty damn long and wide. The pants were rather tight fitting spandex as I didn't opt for the whole plastic muscle version of the costume. The top did have that sculpted muscle look to it, and some plastic armoring along with the more modern bat symbol, meaning a bat outline with no yellow oval around it. I had the gauntlets tucked into the utility belt, which as it turned out was pretty utilitarian. I was able to keep my keys, phone, wallet, change and the casinos' player's club cards and hotel key in the various pouches. That Batman knows all the tricks. Anyway, think current Justice League look and you'll have a pretty fair picture of the costume.
I had just lost $300 at the tables and figured that a few drinks might improve my disposition, maybe change my luck, or at least slow down the bleeding as I couldn't lose money if I wasn't gambling. There was some dancing going on as the band played; the cocktail waitresses were moving through the tables in their own skimpy Halloween costumes, meaning it was not a bad place to sit and people watch—ok, I'll admit it, girl watch.
Now, some of the reasons that I absolutely LOVE Halloween are that everybody has permission to be whoever or whatever they want to be for the parties, there is never a shortage of good candy or treats, and last year, I had Jen literally fall into my lap dressed up as Zatanna. I had been watching the women dancing, nursing my drink, and listening to the not half bad band that was playing. Being thus preoccupied, I missed her entrance with her friends, but when they got out on the dance floor, the world narrowed to just her. I saw her in that outfit, and I nearly choked on my drink. Seeing her legs in those fishnets with the seam was having an immediate impact. And when she started dancing, moving her hips, twirling around with reckless abandon, I had to try and adjust things as my erection was threatening to pop out of my own costume.
I guess I should say that while I might not have been blessed with the looks of Bradley Cooper, I did have genetics that either blessed or cursed me with a long, somewhat thick cock, curved a bit in the shaft and a large mushroom like head. The outline of it would have been totally visible if I hadn't been sitting in a semi-dark area. A larger than average cock is probably seen as a blessing by most, and I've had no complaints, but if you are one who gets easily aroused like I am, then you can see why this might be a curse as well. The pants were gray and too tight to hide anything if I had to stand. Just for the sake of modesty, I pulled the cape around and over my crotch to hide the growing bulge as I watched Jen dancing with her friends.
I wasn't the only one either. Looking around the bar and band area, I could see a lot of eyes were following her, both men and women. So, I didn't feel too bad about staring. Not that it would have mattered; I really couldn't take my eyes off of her, even though I did try in order to get some control of my growing erection. But, they kept going right back to her; her legs, butt, hair, tits and eyes in that outfit wouldn't let me look anywhere else.
She and the other women she was with were obviously having quite a good time, and had just as obviously had a few drinks. Jen was dancing with her drink in one hand and her wand in the other. Her and her friends were fending off potential suitors right and left and definitely seemed to be having a good time with themselves. The other girls she was with were not quite as pretty as she was, but they weren't hard on the eyes either. One wore a schoolgirl outfit that never saw a single day in school, but likely wouldn't have been out of place at a strip club, another was a black cat with tail and ears, and the fourth of their quartet rocked the always appreciated sexy nurse garb. I was engrossed in watching them dance to the music.
I think most of the guys had figured out that these girls were there with themselves and weren't looking for others' company, but being a guy, I was thinking that I would give it one good try just as soon as I could get control of the erection that was stubbornly refusing to go down as I stared at the beautiful Zatanna/Jen. The song the band was playing was 'Moves Like Jagger' by Maroon 5--not normally a fan, but now maybe my favorite song of all time. Jen was moving, her hips grinding, ass going from side to side, feet together, then hands over head, drink now gone, just the wand in her hand as she moved. She had one hand on hip, hips thrusting, swaying, swirling, and twirling. Jagger WISHED he had moves like that. And then she was stumbling, backward, right toward me, the chair and FLOP, right into my lap, her legs in the air, and her ass now planted firmly in my lap, my erection had no idea this was an accident and throbbed at the contact with the side of her butt, the heat of her body. I tried my best to catch her, seeing what was coming, but the best I managed was to ease her fall into my lap.
"Ooh!! What's a Not So Dark Knight like you doing in a place like this?" She said it with a low, smooth, silken southern drawl that would have melted iron. She laughed, giggled, breathed out as she just sort of settled into my lap, not even trying to get up, apologize or move, other than wiggle a bit.
"I-uh...Well..." Yup, that's me, always ready with the quick, witty rejoinder.
She laughed, the girls came over and asked if she was ok and held their hands out to pull her up. "I'm cool. I think I'm going to sit this one out right here. You don't mind, do you Batman?" The fact that she was looking at ME of all people made me barely able to speak, and I finally found a voice, best Christian Bale imitation I could manage.
"I'm Batman, so unless you are the Joker in disguise, I could never mind." Yup, I am the king of the one liner. But, she was drunk, so she laughed and settled into my lap, reached back, grabbed my Jack and Coke and sucked the straw between those perfect red lips and drank. I moved my hands so that one of them was resting on the arm of the chair and the other was resting on her thigh right above her knee. Her legs were draped over the other chair arm, so there was no place else for me to put it. One of the waitresses came over and asked if she was ok and if we needed anything, I told her two more Jack and Cokes and Jen wiggled in my lap again. "I'm fine, thank you for asking, but can you change that to one J and C and one Margarita?" She took the order and off she went.
"So, Batman, I'm Jen. Are you geek enough to know who I am or did you just pick your costume because you thought you looked good in it?"
