This is my first story, so be gentle!
My knees where by my ears, and my feet were crossed on my guy's back as he fucked me hard and fast. We where both just about to cum when this annoying buzzing sound intruded. I tried to ignore it, but it just wouldn't quit. I sighed and woke up, turning the alarm off. I flopped back into the bed, feeling horny and miserable. Leave it to me to get dumped just days before Valentine's Day, the best fuck day of the year. My thoughts where torn between masturbating and getting ready for work. Seeing as I didn't have enough time, I got up and headed for a quick, very cold shower.
Well needless to say, my day was horrible. I was totally bitchy and my co-workers kept giving me sympathetic looks every time one of them got a huge bouquet delivered. I sat at my desk, and did my work, refusing to look at anybody. When the day was finally over, all I wanted to do was crawl into bed with a huge bucket of fried chicken and a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.
My day just got worse when I arrived home. There was a message from my ex on my machine. "This is for the best Tammy, it wasn't working out.. " Blah, blah, blah. I slumped on the couch feeling absolutely horrible. I turned on the TV and flicked around for a bit, but nothing caught my attention. I turned it off and threw the clicker across the room.
Valentine's Day, and here I am all alone. Great, just fucking great. I was having that feeling that we all get every once in awhile... You know the one I'm talking about. I will end up as that weird old lady who lives in a house with 87 cats, and kids will dare each other to touch my front door. Yeah you know what I'm talking about.
So I decided to do something about it. I gave myself a night out on the town. Not just any night on the town, mind you...
Now you know I'm not that bad to look at. I'm 5'8", weigh about 135. I have short red hair, and blue green eyes... they change with my mood... if you make my eyes green, I will be very grateful. I'm also a 36C, just in case you were wondering. And being 26, everything was still nice and perky.
So anyways, I took a long luxurious shower and started getting ready. I took out my sluttiest red dress, my highest black leather heels, and absolutely nothing else. You see, I had decided that the best way to get myself out of this mood and to make this Valentine's Day something to remember was to find a handsome stranger and fuck until I passed out.
So I went to this dance club I knew about. They always had the hottest guys there. I just sent this smoldering look to the bouncer and he let me in without asking for the cover charge. Feeling this horny has it's advantages. I walked up to the bar and got myself my favorite drink, a vodka gimlet. I sat with my back to the bar and did a quick once over all the guys in my vicinity. Nothing to write home about. I knew that the best way to get out of this funk I was in was to find one really hot guy.
And then, I saw him. Walking in my direction... God, I practically started dripping right then and there. He was tall, with gorgeous black hair, piercing grey eyes and a body that just wouldn't quit. Wide shoulders, tapering down to a slim waist and the longest legs I've seen on a guy. He had golden skin, and I had a sudden flash of running my tongue and lips down what must be a beautiful chest.
Well, he caught me looking at him, because by the time I worked my eyes back up to his face, he had a wide grin on it. I must have looked so depraved, what with the kind of thoughts that where running through my mind. Next thing I knew, he was standing in front of me offering to buy me another drink. Needless to say, I said yes. He asked me what I was drinking, and I told him. He leaned over me to place the order, and God did he smell good! So we chit chatted for a while, just small stuff. He told me his name was Mike. He asked me what I was doing here alone, so I told him that I dumped my ex. I figured I might as well look like a woman who knew what she wanted in this case. He grinned at me over his drink and said, "I never met a girl who had the balls to be alone on Valentine's Day if she had a choice about it. " I just gave him my best smoldering look and said, "Well I'm not most women. " Then he asked me to dance. I jumped at that chance. I'm a firm believer that if a man can move on the dance floor, he probably moves even better in bed. So we went over to the dance floor and started dancing. One thing led to another and next thing I knew he had his arms wrapped around me and we where dirty dancing. His body felt so good against mine. I could feel his hard cock against my stomach as we grinded against one another. I was so into it I almost screamed when I felt a pair of hands grab my waist from behind and a body pressing up against me. I looked up and could see the guy I was dancing with smile. When I looked back, My jaw almost dropped to the floor. Here was another guy who looked a lot like Mike! He introduced himself as Sam. He was Mike's cousin.