The following is a fictional encounter between me, a cis woman, and you. In this story you are portrayed by someone with a penis, but your gender is not discussed.
Imagine this:
We are in a crowded bar; the music is so loud you can feel the pressure on your ear drums. You came here with your friends planning on a quiet night out but then you see me dancing and all of that changes. You try to maintain conversation with those you’ve come with but you are far too distracted now, the only thing going through your mind is how to break free and get close to me as quickly as possible. You wonder if I’ve seen you yet, if I am feeling the same magnetic pull. We make eye contact while you’re still surrounded by your friends and you know the feeling is mutual. Without saying another word you walk towards me. I smile as you approach, “hey” you see my mouth move to make the word, but over the music it is impossible to hear anything. Causing you to lean in so close to me that I can feel the heat from your mouth, goosebumps raise to attention along my neck as I hear you ask me if I, “care to dance?” You pull back so we are eye to eye, I grin and nod, my eyes bright with excitement. The song changes quickly to one that means we can touch one another while blending in with those around us, not that either of us are even paying attention to the music anymore.
Your hand slips down to the small of my back, as you lean in and say “is this okay?” I quickly reply “yes. Absolutely” and I close the remaining space between us so you don’t have to doubt my enthusiasm again. While your hands are low, mine are high as i lightly touching the back of your neck, gently caress the back of your hair, running my hands the length of your arms, occasionally using my nails. I savour the feeling of your hands slowly mapping out my back, gripping my thighs as I grind up against you. We continue escalating our contact as the next few songs play, the bass deep in our chest and the rhythm helping us dictate our movements.
We are already in sync; there has been no exchange of names, there has been hardly any speaking at all but there has been no need. You lean in and lightly kiss my neck, using your tongue to lap up some of my sweat. We giggle at how quickly this has escalated, but we immediately dive back in and finally our lips find their bravery to touch. Fuck, you taste good. We are so close that I can feel you becoming harder for me, I lean into your ear and whisper “I want you too”, I grab your hand and pull you off of the crowded dance floor and we make our way to the bathroom, locking it behind us.
You push me up against the wall, I love the pressure and melt into you. You lift my leg up around your thigh so you can feel how wet I am already as I push my pelvis into you. Thankful I choose to just wear a skirt you push it up around my waist, I barely get out my request to “please don’t be gentle”, when I hear my tights tear as a result to my request. We are ravenous; I can feel your hands in my hair, pulling ever so slightly. My kisses turn into hunger as I bite your lip, I hear you moan in delight at the shock of pain. I put my hand down your pants and I can feel how hard you are. As you begin to fumble in your excitement to get your jeans off, I go to my purse for a condom. I can see your excitement when I take it out because you know it means you get to fuck me, the one thing you’ve wanted since you laid eyes on me. You spin me around so my ass is pushed against your hard cock, I begin to push down my torn tights while wiggling against you. You push my away just a bit so you put the condom on yourself. Still with my back to you, you grab my face and kiss me again, our wet tongues mixing together as you hold my face towards you. We stop for air, and you pull my torn tights down and you see there is nothing else on underneath “oh, so you’re a naughty girl” you say to me, as you run your fingers over my sopping wet pussy, I groan over how good it feels. You make me lick your fingers, glistening as you lift them from between my legs. Next, you wrap your hand around my neck, lightly squeezing as slip yourself inside of me with no effort, that’s how wet you have me. We groan loudly simultaneously, even if the music wasn’t blaring outside the door we wouldn’t be able to contain our noises. You begin fucking me from behind, slow at first but as you feel my pussy open up to you with each thrust, you make them deeper and harder. We each catch glimpses of ourselves in the mirror and my god, don’t we look good. I push myself away from you and turn around. Kissing you again, I get onto the sink so I can wrap my legs around you while you penetrate me again.
You are so deep inside of me when you cum, you groan in my ear as I hold you close. I kiss all the way up your neck, licking and nibbling as you shiver occasionally in my arms, the aftershock of an incredible orgasm. When we leave the bathroom, we each go back to our group of friends who have barely noticed our absence, both of our heads clouded with the familiar fog of a deep orgasm. You try to look for me before you go, but you can’t find me or any of the faces you saw me with. You walk into the night with the biggest grin on your face and a wet dick in your pants.