All I have thought about for the past few nights it how good it would feel to rub my barely clothed pussy over a nice hard cock. I would put a pillow in between my legs and grind slowly. On those nights I would give anything to feel someone touching me, to feel someone caressing my achy pussy. I've only been touched down there once by a man over the summer that I met online, but I wanted more and was tired of doing the awkward online thing. Why couldn't meet a man in real life, one who saw my sexual desire and wanted to fill it? I am fit enough. I have 36C pushing a D with a little waist, lovely caramel brown skin, big doe like brown eyes, and check bones and a smile that could make anyone smile. Since I am not getting my sexual thrill from a guy I masturbate all the time sometimes twice a day and tonight I decided while I went out with a friend of mine for a drink at a local classy bar I would "forget" my underwear.
In my new pale gold and green dress that played up my skin tone well I sat at the bar with my friend Joy who had no idea what I was up to. "What are you getting?" she asked me. Hopefully some cock, I thought to myself. "I don't know whatever you are drinking". I wasn't much of a drinker and honestly my mind was not on alcohol. To be specific I was thinking about being tied up and manhandled by some handsome older man. I surveyed the room for the lucky man who would be receiving the lovely view of my begging pussy. There were several men in the bar, most of them in business attire, but there was also a plethora of women, all in sexy dresses wanting the same thing that I did. Joy ordered drinks for the both of us and we began catching up for the week. I was half listening as a spotted a rugged and dark haired man across the room.
"Are you listening to me?" Joy asked. "Hello, earth to –"
"Sorry, my mind is somewhere else."
"Yeah I know, probably in that guy's pants. Am I right?" Of course she was right. All of my friends new about my over active imagination and how was a pre-declared sex addict. I had a funny obsession with sex. I am still a virgin but there is nothing that interests me more. Although I wanted to lose my virginity I was still careful about it. But at that time in my life I wanted to play around more than anything.
"He is really handsome..." I drooled. I bet he has a lovely cock.
"Yeah and he would never fancy you in a million years"
"Ouch Joy." Joy had a big head when it came to that. Just because she was ultra skinny and blond she thought that she was the definition of beautiful and attractive which excluded everyone else. She was pretty but I thought I was attractive just as well. Plus my breasts were way better than her flat AAs. We talked some more keeping off of the male and sex subject but I still scanned the room for a man. While we sipped our second drink the handsome rugged made a move toward Joy and me. I grew silently excited and I even began to open my legs a bit when he asked Joy if he could buy her a drink. Damn . Typical. Maybe Joy was right, she was what men wanted and not me. I excused myself from the bar to locate the bathroom. So much for my night of pantiless fun. I guess I would go to bed rubbing myself like always.
"Laura Eveing?" I voiced asked me.
"Sorry—" I turned around and before me stood a delicious man standing about 6'1 with dark eyes and thick black hair. He looked like an underwear model; I bet he looked divine in just underwear. "No, I think you have me mistaken."
"My fault...wow you look just like her." His dark eyes stared deep into mine. I could be Laura just for him. He smirked for a second; it was a very sexy smirk. "Sorry I am staring at you like this, it's just amazing. You are like her doppelganger."
"Is this Laura a friend of yours?" I asked trying to look as pretty and wide eyed as I could.
"Well kinda, I used to date her in high school. She broke my heart in 10th grade when she kissed my best friend Tom. All of the guys had a thing for her she was beautiful and just as sweet."
I smiled, in a way I was wildly flattered. This guy was getting better and better.
"But I must say, your smile is a tad bit brighter."
"Haha, well thank you." I didn't know what to say back. I was terrible at flirting and I wasn't even sure if he was flirting or trying to pick me up. We continued and he told me more about Laura but then we started to talk about ourselves. There was no way this guy was trying to pick me up. He made the guy who approached Joy look like a little boy. I could see his chest hair barely poking out the top of his shirt and his arms were thick and hairy as well. His voice and everything else about him told me that this guy was all man. I wanted that man even if it were just for a night. There was no way I was passing up this chance, the worst thing that could happen is he could say no, but I could still go home and touch my already moist pussy. His gaze was still on me in a heavy erotic way. Maybe he wanted it too.
"Do you want to go outside maybe?" he asked. Yes! I wanted to scream. He read my mind. I wanted him to use me up and play with me to his heart's delight. I nodded my head in silence. As I followed him outside I felt how wet I really was just from talking to him. Out back in a dark and slightly wet alley we continued to talk but with a little more tension between us.
'I miss making out in high school—all the touching and fondling that went on..."
"I wasn't as popular as you. I never made out like that in high school." I confessed. High school was a dark and lonely time for me.
