As I looked across the dance floor, I saw her. She was an absolutely gorgeous woman with straight ebony hair flowing down her back in curls. Even though I was watching her from afar I noticed her brilliant blue eyes and charming smile. Her lips were full and her skin was tanned by the sun. She wore a slim red dress that clung to her every luscious curve. Her breasts were perky and full, I figured she had to be a size DD. Her waist was slim and her hips were wide. Her ass was nice and plump and her legs went on forever.
However, I noticed that I was not the only one watching her. Millions of men had their eyes on this beauty. I had to think fast if I wanted her in my bed. Which I did very much, and I actually lusted for her skin to be pressed against mine. But I only had one question on my mind, was she a lesbian or possibly bi like me? I had to know and quick.
I rushed to my friend Peter who was leaning against the bar with a thick blonde woman who snarled at me when I got close. I just flashed my smile at her and dragged him away. I pointed to the object of my lust and he grinned. He told me her name was Mae. He also said he knew her and even though she was straight she confessed to him one night, while she was drunk, that she was curious about having sex with another woman.
I was intrigued, she wanted to experience being with a woman. That made me smile, but how should I approach her? Just go up to her and say, "So my friend Peter said you were curious about fucking a woman. Wanna give me a whirl?" No...that wouldn't do at all. I had to think, then I came up with an idea. I'll get her drunk, I went to the bar and told the bartender to send a martini to the girl in red, her name is Mae.
He sent one over to her and said that it was from the gorgeous woman in the black dress. I raised my glass to her when she turned towards me. I saw a wry smile fall upon her lips as she took a sip and raised her own glass. I smiled back at her and kept our eyes locked. When she turned away I felt smug with myself, 'Maybe it'll work after all,' I thought.
I kept sending drinks over to her, she always accepted them and would turn towards me every time and smile. Once she had about four martinis she finally came to me. "If I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to get me drunk," she whispered in my ear.
"Is it working?" I asked mischievously.
She giggled deep in her throat and laid her hand on my thigh. "Yes."
I looked her in the eye and replied, "Good."
She looked at me and cocked her head. "Would you like to dance with me?"
"Sure." I sat my empty class down and she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor. I put myself behind her and grinded my hips into her ass. She still had her drink in hand and sipped while pushing her well-rounded ass against me. My hands found their way to her hips and pulled her closer. I was getting into it when she turned to me and asked what my name was.
"Michelle," I replied.