At first I didn't believe it was her. It had been at least three years since I seen her last. Jasmine. She looked beautiful. She swayed so slowly to the music. Her hips rocking back and forth. Her eyes closed, her pretty lips curved in a slight smile. Mesmerized, all I could do was stand in the middle of the crowded, hot dance floor amongst sweaty bodies and watch her, completely forgetting for the first time that evening that I was the only Asian, hell, non-Black in the club.
Her flawless cocoa skin gleamed with a light sheen of sweat. Her black hair was longer than I remembered, hanging over one bare shoulder. The ends brushed over her left breast. I could see the outline of her nipples through the thin white fabric. I felt my cock harden. Years later, one glance at her could still make me hard as a rock.
I saw the man behind her, squeezing her waist, his face close to her neck. He was whispering something in her ear. I felt the usual stabs of jealousy whenever I saw her with another man. She simply smiled slightly and continued to dance to the slow reggae music. Her hips rotating so slowly. The man screwed his face in what looked like intense pleasure. The flashing red lights made the scene more erotic. Maybe it was just her.
I watched the stranger's hand slowly inch up towards her breast. She pushed his hand away and continued to dance. I wanted to go to her but I couldn't move. As if she felt me watching, she opened her eyes and looked right at me. She stopped dancing. My heart stopped. We must have stood there and stared at each other for a full minute before she twisted away from the man with the vice grip on her waist and walk towards me. The man watched her walk away, looked at me with a little hostility and disappeared into the crowd. She came to me and took my hand, pulled me down (I am 6' 2" and she had to be around 5' 5") and kissed me full on the lips. Shocked, I dimly registered that she tasted of Bailey's and her boyfriend, who wasn't the man she was dancing with, is my friend, wherever he is. Despite that, I tried to kiss her back but she pulled away too quickly.
"Dance with me." she murmured against my cheek. I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me. My cock throbbed against her belly. She felt so good. I ran my hands up her sides and down her back. She let her head fall back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck and a small tattoo of a Japanese symbol to me. I didn't even think about it. My body seemed to be on autopilot. I bent down and gently bit where her neck met her shoulder. I felt her jerk in my arms. I thought she was going to pull away and slap me. Instead she pulled her head up and looked at me. Her eyes gleaming with the affects of the alcohol she obviously been drinking and surprise. She smiled lazily and ran her fingers in my hair.
"You have dreads."
"Do you like them?" I asked, surprised at her reaction.
"I love them." She replied, pulling them gently. I smiled down at her.
"You look great." I said as I pulled her closer. She smiled shyly and looked down.
"You look better, Rocky."
The music changed to a faster tempo and the strobe lights came on. The music change was jarring.
"Lets sit down for a while." She practically yelled.
I nodded my head and she led me to a dark corner of the club. I sat down and she immediately sat in my lap.
"You have to forgive me, Rocky. I seem to have lost my inhibitions three cocktails ago." She said in my ear over the loud music.
I laughed at her wording. 'That's ok. As long as Billy doesn't kill me." I replied, daring to finally ask about the last man I wanted to see that moment. I hadn't seen him in years after moving to Korea for a while. I shifted slightly and stifled a moan as my cock rubbed against her ass.
"Didn't you know we broke up?" she said. I shook my head. Relief and disbelief flooded through me. The girl I have been lusting after ever since I've known her was finally free. It only took eight years of waiting. My chance with her was finally here and literally in my lap. I didn't know what to do or how to do it. I never thought I would have a chance with her. She began nuzzling my neck, her soft lips brushing back and forth. Wow, well that was easy.
"Jasmine, how drunk are you?" I had to ask as her hand drifted down my chest and over my stomach. I've waited eight years for her and of course my only chance with her won't count because she has no idea what she is doing.
"I'm drunk enough to have the nerve to touch you like this, but not drunk enough to know that I've always wanted to touch you like this. I know exactly what I am doing and I know exactly what I want to do later. I want to suck your cock. Can I do that?" she whispered against my ear. She bit it gently sending a shiver though my body and added a raspy "Please."
If there is any man out there who could have turned down that offer from this woman, I would applaud them and then ask "Why?" This beautiful black woman wanted to suck my cock. How often does that happen to anyone, Asian or not?
She began to trace her tongue down the side of my neck. She bit my neck in the same spot I bit hers. I felt my cock twitch against her. She must have felt it too. She leaned back and looked at me expectantly. All I could do was nod my head. I forgot how to speak.
She smiled and got up. "Take me to your car."
I took her hand and quickly led her out the back door to my Audi. Now I was grateful I was forced to park in the back of the lot, a good distance from the club. I unlocked the doors with my remote as we approached the car. She opened the backseat door and slipped in. I followed and closed it behind me. She wasted no time, pulling her skirt up and straddling me, her lips hungry on mine. She grounded her hips against me, so slowly. I pulled down her tube top letting her beautiful breasts bounce free. Her nipples looked like little Hershey's kisses. I took one in my mouth and bit gently. She arched back in my arms and sighed.
I smiled. "You like that?" I whispered against her skin.
"Fuck yes, do it again." She slid her hands in my dreads. I'd been growing them for the past three years. I started growing them after she told me I would look good in them. She was right. I've had to beat girls off with a stick ever since they locked.
I bit her again, harder. She moaned and pulled my hair. "God, you look so sexy. I knew you would look beautiful with dreads." She said as she pulled back from me. I growled my disappointment as I tried to pull her back to me.
"Uh uh." She said as she slid to my side and knelt down. "I came out here to do something."
She began to unbutton my pants, kissing my abdomen as she pulled them down. My heart was pounding in my chest. I have wanted this for so long. I couldn't believe it was actually happening. I felt my cock bounce up as she pulled my boxers down with the pants to my knees. She licked her lips slowly, her tongue ring reflecting a little light, as she gazed at my cock. I felt self -conscious. Asian men are apparently infamous for their small cocks. I hope she didn't think it was too small. She's probably use to 12" cocks. I was pretty sure my 8" was lacking. She licked her lips again and slowly stroked my cock from base to tip. At that point, I didn't care what she thought, as long as she didn't stop touching me.
"Rocky, you have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. Is everything about you beautiful?" she said as she licked the tip.
"Fuck. Not as beautiful as you." I choked out. I felt the heat of her mouth right before she slowly sucked the head in to the moist cavern. Oh my god. She slid it further in her mouth, then pulled up. Yes. Went back down, taking more, then pulled up. Fuck. Third time she took it all in her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat, held it, then pulled up. "God, Jasmine. Fuck." I grounded out. She pulled up again and looked up at me through her lashes. She swirled her tongue around the tip then took it all in her mouth, deep throating me again. She was amazing.
She used one hand to stroke the base as she used the other to massage my balls, pulling on them gently all the while sucking, licking, kissing. Up and down up and down. My balls was tightening. I was going to come soon. I didn't want it to come yet. I didn't want this to end. She abruptly sat up, my cock slipping out of her mouth with soft pop.
