Jacks Adventures 15 Naomi 1

This is the fifteenth story.

This is the story of Naomi.

I'm not the biggest fan of nightclubs, usually prefer a quiet bar and good conversation over thumping music and constantly yelling "what?" and "huh?" to whoever you're with. But I'm a huge fan of women at nightclubs, of their skimpy dresses and writhing bodies and the general desire for the night to end in sex.

So if the guys are going, I'll go. I'll put on the clothes, put on the cologne, wait in the lines, buy the expensive drinks, endure the hearing loss, all so I can get sweaty on the dance floor with a gorgeous woman and have a high-class fuck at the end of it all.

And that's how I met Naomi.

My friends and I were at a nightclub in Hollywood, had just gotten in a few minutes prior, were now standing in a pack, sipping on cocktails, checking out the strange. And that's when I saw her, out on the dance floor.

The first thing I clocked was gold. A slinky gold top, a slinky gold miniskirt, gold high heels. A hefty pair of tits and a hefty ass, and two incredible legs. She had dark brown skin, long straight black hair, high cheekbones. Her face was gorgeous, exquisitely planed. Her eyes were narrow and sharp, her lips full but her mouth small, everything giving her the resting haughtiness of a runway model.

She was dancing with some other girls and completely outclassing them. As they stood mostly straight, swaying back and forth, their hands hovering up next to their heads, Naomi was pulling some Beyoncé All the Single Ladies shit. Crouched low, her hips and ass swinging in circles, her chest out, her expression sly and sexy.

The song ended, she stood up, and she strutted off the dance floor with her friends. They sat on a collection of plush stools and drank and talked.

"Excuse me," I yelled to my friends.

I strode over to the girls, my eyes on Naomi. They all stared up at me as I arrived.

"Hi," I yelled.

"Hello," a few girls yelled back.

Naomi didn't say anything, just looked up at me, her expression blank.

"I saw you dancing out there," I yelled.

"Oh yeah?" she yelled.

"You were incredible."

A sly smirk crossed her face.

"Thanks."

She looked around at the other girls, who shared bemused looks.

"Can I buy you a drink?" I yelled.

She looked at me and pointedly took a sip of her current, still half-full drink.

"I'm good," she yelled.

"For now," I yelled. "But when you're ready for another one, let me know."

We held eye contact for a second, her challenging me.

"Ladies," I yelled, nodding to the group, and turning and walking back to my friends.

I didn't look back at Naomi, not then and not later, as I resumed hanging out with my friends, drinking and watching the dance floor.

And then about fifteen minutes later I clocked her in my periphery, walking up toward the bar. I held my own and didn't look over as she waited alone at the back of a crowd.

Then, a couple minutes later, an "ahem" at my shoulder.

I turned, Naomi was standing there.

"You gonna keep your promise?" she said.

I feigned incomprehension. "For?"

Insecurity briefly flashed across her face, her eyes flitting between all the guys staring at her.

"A drink?" she said.

"Oh, right! Let's do it."

I smiled and left with her, putting a gentle hand on her lower back and steering her toward the bar.

We stood at the back of the mass of people waiting at the bar, waiting to push through to the front.

"What's your name?" I said.

"Naomi."

"Jack."

She turned to me, facing me straight on, her body close.

"I don't go in for that shit, Jack," she said.

I looked at her, honestly surprised. "What?"

"That I'm-better-than-you pick-up shit."

I stared at her, then nodded. "Understood."

She nodded and turned back to face the bar.

"So why are you here with me, then?" I said.

"You're cute enough I've forgiven you."

"Cute?" I said, laughing.

"Mhm," she said, smiling.

I put a hand across her lower back and gently across her far waist, pulled her hip subtly into my crotch, and leaned into her ear.

"I'll prove to you I'm more than 'cute.'"

She didn't pull away from me, just slightly turned her head in my direction.

"We're a long way from that," she said.

"Not as long as you think."

She looked up at me, her guard completely falling away for a split second. I took my hand off her waist and turned back toward the front.

"What do you do?" she said.

"I'm in consulting," I lied. "You?"

"Mergers and acquisitions."

We held eye contact, and I wondered if she was also bullshitting me.

"Where do you work?" I asked.

"Not in Los Angeles. In New York. I'm on vacation."

"Then where are you staying?"

She cocked an eyebrow, noting the implication of my question, and then named a hotel, an incredibly nice one, just up the street. We reached the bar.

"What do you like to drink?" I said.

"Surprise me," she said

I ordered two shots of tequila, Tierra Sagrada. We took them and turned to each other.

"To your vacation," I said.

We clinked our shot glasses and downed them. It went down incredibly smooth.

A few minutes later we were on the dance floor, me trying to hold my own against her. The movement of her hips was incredible, her dragging her crotch up my thighs and over my groin, turning and pushing her ass into me, grinding it against my cock. She looked back over her shoulder with a sly smile, knowing exactly the effect she was having on me. I put my hands on her waist and ground back against her.

From there I introduced her to my friends, and she introduced us to her friends, and a particularly well-off friend of mine bought everyone shots, and we continued drinking and laughing and dancing. Naomi and I started getting more physical, arms around each other when sitting or standing around, our bodies pushing together harder on the dance floor.

Our faces were close, our breath heavy, lights flashing across us. She looked up into my eyes, I looked down into hers, and I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back, and we continued dancing, swinging our hips, our crotches pressed together. I put my mouth to her ear.

"Do you have the hotel room to yourself?"

She nodded, her face in my neck. She lifted her mouth to my ear.

"Wanna come back?"

We said goodbye to our friends and left, catching an Uber up the street to her hotel. We walked through the lobby, holding hands, nodding to the staff working.

We got into the elevator. She pressed the button for her floor. The doors closed.

We were alone.

I turned to face her, my hands on her waist. She'd popped some gum, and she looked up at me, smiling as she chewed. I leaned in and kissed her again. She kissed back. I pressed my body into hers, pressed her against the wall of the elevator, pressed my groin into hers, grabbed her hands and lifted them and pushed them into the wall above her head. Her body pressed out into mine as we kept making out, her starting to grind her hips again, my cock getting harder.

"Fuck," I said.

"Someone's excited," she said.

I let go of her hand and brought my arm down her body and pushed my hand up under her skirt and onto her underwear. She softly gasped. I could feel a small wet patch over her pussy.

"I'm not the only one," I said.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened behind us. She led me out and down the hallway, unlocked her door, led us inside.

It was a gorgeously sleek space, modern, all cool blues and grays. There was a couch, an armchair, a desk. A massive bed, king-sized. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over Los Angeles, glittering in the night.

Naomi dropped her purse on a table, turned toward me, and backed further into the room. I followed her, us staring at each other. I looked down her body, imagining peeling off her slinky gold outfit, revealing everything underneath. She looked down mine, and her eyes rested on my slacks, where my cock was slightly visible, starting to push down a leg.

She approached me, pushed up against me, kissed me again, and then lowered herself to the floor. She was on her knees, her heels still on, and she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my slacks, pulled down my fly in one go. She pulled my pants down, left my briefs on, ran her fingernails up and down my thighs as she stared at my cock pressing out down my leg. She then pulled the briefs down and my dick swung up.

She wrapped her fingers around my girth, pushed it to the side and looked at it, pushed it to the other side. She smiled, made a satisfied sound, and then held it forward, wrapped her other hand around it, and started tugging on it.

She looked up at me as she slowly jacked me off like this, getting me even harder. Her face was gorgeous, I truly didn't understand how she was in business and not modeling. But again, she could've been bullshitting me, knowing I was bullshitting her. Something about the potential deception turned me on even more and I got fully hard. She looked at my length and smiled, her hands continuing to slowly push in and pull out.

She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around just the very tip, and I felt her tongue dance across it, and then she sucked off of it with a small pop. She opened her mouth again and took more now, wrapping her lips around my head, and sucked off it again, like she was taking sucks of a lollipop. She held my shaft tightly in her hands, and kept doing this for a bit, taking repeated quick sucks of my cock. I wanted her to dive onto it and start fully blowing me, but I savored this teasing, savored the look of her savoring my dick, treating it like candy.

After her deepest little suck yet, taking about half my cock in her mouth and quickly sucking off it, she jerked it off slowly between her hands and looked up at me.

"You're so fucking sexy," I said.

She smiled, looked down at my dick again, and opened her mouth and took half of it in. I moaned as she kept it in this time, her lips wrapped around it, and she started blowing me. She sucked in her cheeks and took half of my cock with each push, her hands twisting around the other half. I felt her tongue working, running flat against the underside of my shaft.

Then she spread her knees on the floor, took my dick out of her mouth, held it in her hand and looked up at me as she pushed her head between my thighs and started licking my balls. I moaned at the sensation, her hand continuing to jack me off as her tongue, and then her lips, started moving over my testicles. I had nothing to do with my hands so I pulled my shirt off over my head and stood naked over her and her eyes traveled over my torso as she kept sucking on my nuts.

Then she came off my balls and, still on her knees, legs still spread, she reached down and pulled her top off over her head. She was wearing a black bra, and she undid that too, pushed her forearms and breasts together, let the bra fall forward off of them. She crossed her arms under her breasts, held them up and together and looked up at me, and I looked at them resting on her forearms, full d-cups with dark brown nipples.

"Stand up," I said.

She did, and I turned her around by her shoulders. She looked back at me as I put my hands on the string keeping her skirt up. I undid the knot, let it unwind, let the skirt fall away down over her ass, revealing black underwear and a hefty firm butt.

I pulled the underwear down, lowering myself as I went, watching the fabric pull out from between her butt cheeks, then down off her pussy, a little bit of wetness stringing between her labia and the fabric. I pulled it down her thighs, down her calves. She was still in her heels, she stepped and the underwear came off.

I ran my hands up her calves and up the backs of her thighs, ran them over her ass cheeks, gripped them, they were so firm and heavy, lifted them and pushed them together. She looked down over her shoulder at me, her breathing starting to grow deeper as I caressed her.

I moved around to her front, looked at the mound of her pussy between her thighs. She was shaved clean, her inner flaps poking out, glistening wet. I ran my hands back up her legs, starting at her ankles and running up the inside, up between her thighs. I massaged her thighs outward just as I reached her crotch, avoiding touching her pussy.

"Teaseeee," she said.

I smiled, and the next time my hands came up I let one palm push across her vagina, felt the give in her vulva, felt the wetness. She exhaled and I stood up, leaving my hand cupping her pussy, and I looked her in the eye as I made her step back toward the couch. I pushed her down into a sitting position, and she looked up at me, then at my cock, which was standing close to her face. She raised her hands to touch it but before she could I pushed her upper body away, back into the couch.

"Should I take off my heels?" she said.

"Leave them on."

I lowered myself between her spread legs, wrapped my arms under her thighs, and pulled her butt out toward me. Her torso scooted down the couch, her pussy came toward my face, and she planted her heels in the ground on either side of me. I looked at the arch of her foot pushing off the ground, at the smooth skin of her legs, at the curves of her thighs leading toward her pussy, glistening wet, waiting for me.

I put my hands on the inside of her thighs, pushed them apart sharply, and leaned in and licked up her pussy in one go. She let out a sharp intake of breath. My tongue curled up over her clit and pulled away, the smallest string of her juices between the tip and her pussy. I lowered my head again and put my tongue just at the base of her pussy and dragged it all the way up, parting her labia with it, passing over her hole, running up over her clit. I did it again and again, my movements not specific yet but stimulating all of her, getting her ready. Her pussy continued to loosen, her vulva opening for me, and I licked all over it, outside both labia, up the middle, zig-zagging over her clit.

She didn't know what to do with her hands, briefly pushed them onto my head and through my hair, otherwise ran them up and down her thighs, letting her nails trail across the skin. I pushed my arms up her body, ran my hands up her stomach, feeling the muscles tense and untense, lifted her breasts, pushed them together, held them up. She started making little sounds, little surprised coos.

As I pushed her tits up with my hands, her torso arched away from the couch, slightly raising her clit. I focused on it now, attacking it immediately with quick upward licks. She took a sharp deep inhale, and her hands clasped mine to her breasts, her hips pushing out even harder toward my face. I kept flicking her clit up, slowly letting more and more of the surface of my tongue come into contact with it, until I was dragging it flat across it, applying more pressure, maintaining the same speed.

Her pussy was soaking now, the sounds she was making growing more frequent and higher in pitch. I knew she was close, wasn't sure how long it would take to get her there, but knew she was close. I moved my hands down off her breasts, pushed my palms and fingers flat against her belly. I started running my tongue side to side over her clit, changing up the rhythm, eliciting a new tenor of sound from her.

Then I began moving my head and tongue in circles, and she let out a long shuddering gasp, and I knew I had her. I pushed hard with one hand against her belly, moved the other back onto a breast, held her firm against the couch, and sped up the motion of my head, whipping it around and around, absolutely going to town on her clit. In a few seconds her sounds crescendoed in pitch, ending in a sharp gasp, and she came.

Juices flooded my mouth as her torso jerked under my hands, as her legs shook around my head. I kept ravishing her pussy for a second, sending her orgasm even further, and then switched to a lower gear in perfect time with her comedown. Her body kept vibrating around me, her thighs gripping at my head, and then she let out a deep moan and everything relaxed. I pulled my tongue off of her, feeling her juices coating my lips and chin.

I pulled my head out from between her thighs and looked up at her. She looked down at me, her eyebrows peaked, and then she covered her mouth and started laughing.

"You look ridiculous," she said.

I smiled, wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand. "Whose fault is that?"

"Yours. I don't usually get that wet."

"I apologize."

"No need."

She pushed herself up off the couch and I took her vacated spot. She stood in front of me, looking down at my cock, fully erect. She was still in her heels.

"I promise you'll come harder than you ever have before," she said.

She turned around, showing me her ass, and bent forward at the waist, keeping her legs straight. She looked back at me, put her hands on her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I stared at the spreading lips of her pussy, at her puckered asshole.

She then backed up and sat down on my thighs, my dick pressing up the length of her butt crack. She put her hands on the edge of the couch, and started moving her hips. Her firm ass pushed over my thighs, grinding my dick between her cheeks.

"Oh fuck," I said.

She looked back at me, smiling slyly. It was like we were back on the dance floor, but the clothes separating us had been stripped away. She pushed her hips further back, pushing my dick back closer to my stomach, and arched her torso back toward me. She turned her head and looked into my eyes as she continued grinding her ass against me, stimulating my dick incredibly.

She pushed her ass further back, pressing my cock hard against my stomach now, and she bent her upper body forward and started shaking her ass up and down. Her butt cheeks gripped my shaft and started rocking up and down around it.

"That feels so fucking good," I said.

I put my hands on her waist, with the intention of holding her still and sliding my cock into her pussy, but she pushed them off of her with a hand.

"No touching," she said.

I groaned and leaned back, put my hands behind my head, tried not to come from the incredible lap dance I was getting. She leaned back again and pressed her back against me and started undulating her whole body, side to side, forward and back.

"You're getting me close," I said.

She smiled over her shoulder.

"Yeah, baby?" she said.

"Yeah."

She scooted forward off of me, turned, and dropped to her knees between my legs. She stared up at me and took my dick in her hands and started jacking it off quickly, her entire arms moving up and down. I looked into her beautiful eyes, looked at her tits bouncing between her arms. I started nodding.

"I'm gonna come," I said.

She bent forward and wrapped her lips around my dick and started sucking it as she jacked it off, and my orgasm, heightened by the lap dance, hit like a tidal wave. I cursed as my hips bucked up and I started coming. She didn't make a sound as my jizz filled her mouth, just kept sucking me off and working my shaft with her hands. The pleasure was so good, I pressed my body into the couch, trying to not go insane.

Then I was empty. I groaned, breathing deeply, and she pulled off of my dick. I looked down at her, she smiled and opened her mouth, showed me a bit of my cum still draped across her tongue, and then she closed her mouth and swallowed, opened it again, and it was gone.

"So fucking good," I said.

She stood up.

"I want food," she said.

I blinked. "Food?"

She went over to her suitcase, started rifling through it. "There's a taco truck nearby. I want tacos. You're gonna buy me tacos."

"And then we can come back and fuck?"

"Yeah. Get dressed."

She started dressing, sliding her body into a velour tracksuit. I stood up, found my clothes strewn across the floor.