So many times it came to a bad end. Her choice of partner was poor. Either they were "married" or "didn't want to rush things" or more often than not they simply couldn't perform. Of course they always claimed it had never happened before, that they must have drunk too much, or they must be tired. It didn't fool her. She knew she wasn't the best looking woman in town. She had watched as all the beautiful, pretty and sexy ones left the party. It was the same as always, she got left for the desperate or the drunk. Tonight was different.
Every woman turned to watch as the man crossed the dance floor. His movements were graceful and flowing, he seemed to move like a tiger. His body appeared to be well muscled, although his expensive clothing hid it well. She thought all her wishes had come true in one man. He stopped by the bar to order a drink and survey the room. He gave the impression he was searching for someone. When his eyes met hers he stopped. She was transfixed by his stare, it seemed to be melting her insides. She was so mesmerised she didn't notice that he had crossed the room.
"Greetings, my name is Victor." His voice broke the spell.
"Oh!," she gasped, "you made me jump." 'Great start,' she thought, 'state the obvious.' Then aloud "mine is Lorna." She held out her hand, expecting him to shake it, but instead he kissed it. Lorna felt a tingle run up her arm. She had always wanted to meet someone with old fashioned manners.
"Will you come with me please, I want to be alone with you?" Victors voice had a faint accent that she couldn't quite place.
"OK, where shall we go?" This was not like her at all. Her sister would kill her if she found out. Leaving a club with a perfect stranger was a dangerous thing to do, but she felt unusually safe with her new suitor. Victor led her from the club to a waiting limo and helped her into the rear compartment. He sat beside her as the car began to move, his hand holding hers tight all the while. It seemed only a few minutes passed when the car stopped and the door opened to let them out. Lorna was not ready for what she beheld. The car had stopped inside a large hanger, the majority of which was taken up with quietly humming machinery. A thin mist hung over the floor. The most amazing part was a large bed standing not ten feet away. She looked round to see Victor still stood next to her his hand still gripping hers.
"I have brought you here to mate with you." He explained. "I am from far away and this is my home while I study your culture." The words seemed so obvious, the idea so sensible that Lorna just nodded her head.
"I am honoured" she said at last, "how shall we begin?"
Without another word, Victor led her to the bed. He let go of her hand and immediately held her face as he kissed it. She felt his tongue as it pushed at her lips, opening them wide she pushed hers to meet it. His breath was sweet. She must have fainted because the next thing she felt was his hands on her thighs. Looking down, it dawned on her that her clothes were missing and she was lying in the bed. Her next thought was lost as he licked her pussy. She had never been given oral sex before and his fast licking movements soon had her panting.
"Oh my God, don't ever stop doing that!" She screamed as he began to suck on her clitoris. Lorna had long ago discovered the power of clitoral stimulation, but only through masturbation, this was a whole new sensation. Her clitoris had swelled from the attention it received, and she knew she was about to come.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"