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We noticed each other seemingly immediately, despite the distance and the people separating us on the dance floor.
You were wearing a crop top and a skirt, a look that screamed “this bottom is work appropriate, but this top may get me fired or fucked.” I was wearing a pressed collared shirt, cufflinks and some straight fit Chino pants that you noticed made my butt look great.
You were dancing with some girlfriends. I seemed to be part of a group of both men and women, although it was unclear if I was there with someone.
Only one way to find out, you reasoned.
You flashed me a smile and I returned your volley with a smirk of my own. I excused myself from my group and walked over. You were more beautiful than I deserved, but the liquid courage was starting to kick in.
“Hi! I love your look. Can I buy you a drink?” I yelled.
“Sure!” you replied.
I put my hand on the small of your back as you winded your way from the floor to the bar. I always loved these little excuses to share a bit of intimacy. It was a light touch, but I could have sworn your body felt like it melted into my hand a bit.
I made good on my drink promise and we started to chat. The usual. Who were are. Where we’re from. You were being flirty. I was being suave, I think – certainly gaining confidence by the minute.
We had talked through a couple of songs, but I could see you were itching to return to the floor.
“C’mon, let’s go dance!” I said, grabbing your hand. You followed my lead as we pushed through the throng of partygoers.
As I turned to face you for our first dance, I was struck again by how out-my-league you were. That lovely face. Those perky breasts. Your beautiful pear shape and those milky thighs.
When the DJ spun the latest Nicki Minaj remix, I ran my hands alongside your hips and pulled you in close. Your scent was intoxicating. I was trying so hard not to be “that guy” – you know the one whose erection you can feel clear through his pants – but your ass kept rubbing into my groin. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head and the smells, the drinks, the lights and the music intoxicated me.
You made it so easy to want you so much.
The songs continued to pound, and your body continued to press closer to mine. I thought about going to the bathroom casino şirketleri to take a deep breath and splash water on my face, but I was determined not to lose sight of you.
That’s when you arched your back, grabbed my neck and pulled my ear close to your lips.
“Can you do me a favor?” you asked.
“Anything,” I shouted in reply.
“It’s been too long since I got fucked. I can feel that cock of yours against my ass and I want you to take me right here.”
There was absolutely no hiding my desire now. Anyone within five feet of our dancing area saw me sporting the hardest dick in the entire dance club.
“Are you ser – here?”
“See that door right there?” you yelled – loud enough for me to hear, but quiet enough for our conversation to remain between us.
“Meet me out there in five minutes. Don’t follow me,” you replied.
My heart was racing. My head was spinning. I discreetly ran my hands into my boxer briefs and repositioned my cock so my bulge wasn’t so obvious. My fingers found a light glaze of pre-cum, no doubt a direct result of your seductive dance moves.
I watched you walk away. The temptation to follow was overwhelming – part of me wondered if you got off on making normal looking guys briefly think they had a chance with you.
Yet, I froze in place. I waited the five minutes; that seemed like an eternity. And then I tried to walk as fast as possible to the door without running.
I flew open the door and…well, there was a bunch of clubgoers mingling outside. I scanned the throng of smokers and impatient soon-to-be patrons. No sign of you.
Did I mishear? I looked left and right. You were nowhere obvious, so I began walking to a more remote, poorly lit section. When I got about 150 feet from the club, I noticed for the first time there was an alleyway. It was so tiny you literally had to be on top of it to know it was there.
I peeked my head into the crevice and that’s when I saw you.
You were facing the wall, with your hands up over your head and your legs spread about three lengths apart. Your skirt had been hiked up – or perhaps ridden up as your hands moved skyward – revealing a tiny black thong. Although there was little fabric, what was there was helping to hold in a tiny gemplug casino firmaları that I had not realized until now was inside of you.
I glided behind you and ran my fingers along your exposed ass.
I felt you shiver.
“Take me right fucking here,” you whispered.
I buried my fingers inside your wetness, while using my thumb to press gently on the plug in your tight asshole. You began to elicit soft moans, and I added my lips to your exposed neck.
The hand inside of you was now shaking as you moved my fingers into the place you knew would provide maximum pleasure. I played with your pussy while you rubbed your clit in a way that suggested you had done that move hundreds of times before.
I pulled my fingers out and admired the grool dripping down my index and middle fingers. I took a taste. It was sweet and sticky. I could not resist the thought of spreading it all over my cock.
I thumbed the button of my pants and let them fall to my ankles. I ran my fingers underneath my boxer briefs and wiggled them to the near ground. I clenched my ridiculously hard cock and ran my cum-stained fingers along my shaft.
I took two steps forward and the wide head of my cock met your sticky honeypot. I tugged on your thong to make sure it didn’t catch in my insertion – whoops, I may have ripped that one beyond repair – and you gasped a bit as I thrust inside of you.
My hands joined yours over your head and our fingers intertwined as plunged my stiff dick into your hot hole. Our breathing intensified as my rhythm increased. I used my thighs to part your legs even wider as I lunged deeper into you.
Your tight twat gripped my dick so hard I could barely think straight. I continued to pound you so hard that sweat began to form on my brow. I could feel a little heat from the small of your back and your ass. Despite the colder temperatures, this little area was on fire.
“I’m going to fill you up so much,” I cooed as you moaned in acknowledgment. “Do you like my cock in your pussy?”
“Oh, God yes. Give it to me. Fuck me. Make me cum.”
Our rhythm continued. When I wasn’t slobbering all over your neck, the dirtiest shit was coming out of my mouth. “Fuck. Your pussy is so tight.” Or “I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your name” or “I am so deep inside güvenilir casino of you. Grip that cock with those lips, baby.”
I still had you up against that wall. My hands would move under your shirt and play with your breasts – as much as one could when he’s too busy fucking to remove a bra – but your hands remained over your head. You were taking this pounding and the slamming of your hips against my pelvis suggested I was going to drop my hot load deep, deep inside of you.
When I felt the appointed time drawing near, I whispered, “You’re going to make me cum so hard for you. Where do you want it, baby?”
Your hands dropped to your hips and you bucked against my body. The unexpected move caused me to stumble a few steps back, with my pants and underwear still firmly round my ankles.
My cock momentarily left your body. You whipped around to face me, dropped to your knees and said, “Put in my mouth.”
You began what I can only describe as a mind-altering blowjob. Maybe it was because we had just finished sweaty, rough sex. Regardless, your outstanding technique had me ready to cum within seconds.
“Oh, baby,” I exhaled. “Here I cum.”
You continued with such a suction on my cock that I was certain were going to push every last drop of seed out. I quivered as my body released its first sticky rope, and I heard you gag momentarily as it reached the back of your throat. Your blowjob continued and I felt more waves crashing. Second, third and even fourth ropes of cum poured out of me until I felt extinguished. You used your mouth to draw out the remainder, giving it the suction of someone emptying a Capri-Sun on a 100-degree day.
My ears were buzzing after what was probably the most intense orgasm of my entire life.
You smiled, stood up, began straightening out your attire while I felt so lightheaded that I was sure I would fall over if someone just poked me with a finger.
“Uh, you may want to get yourself together. I think I hear someone somewhat close,” you whispered.
I did as I was told, although my brain had seemingly short-circuited. As I was buttoning my pants, you gave me a kiss on the cheek and started to walk past me.
“Hey!” I called out. “That was great! Can I get your number so we can do it again sometime?”
“Nah,” you said, before adding with a devilish smile. “I’m way out of your league.”
I went back to that club. A lot at first, and then less and less as each calendar month gave way to the next. And while I never saw you again, our night together would never be far from my mind.
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