A blast of hot air hits you as you step out onto the patio. Hot July nights like these are your favorite. Dressed in a long summer dress with a completely open back, you relish the ocean breeze on your bare skin. Dodging patrons and servers, you make your way to the bar. It’s been an awful day, hell it’s been an awful *year*, and you need a margarita immediately. You contemplated asking your girlfriends to come out with you tonight before realizing you needed something different. Tequila and music, not aimless chatter. Clambering up the bar stool, you wince at the way your short legs dangle. At 5’2, you’d think you would be used to it. Sighing, you grin at the bartender and order. While you wait you flutter your feet a bit, and scan the pavilion. Subconsciously swaying to the music, you don’t immediately notice the man that has slid in right behind you. Close, very close. You feel a warm finger trace your bare spine and gasp, spinning in your seat.
You spin your chair only a half turn before your legs are held in place by mine. I straddle the chair beside you, with the first thing you notice how my long tree trunks of legs sit firmly on the ground. The second thing you notice is my deep voiced Irish accent when I say to you
“Well hello there ya gorgeous little thing, what are you doing here all on your own?”
You can still feel the tips of my fingers drifting along your spine and feel a small shudder run through your entire body, from your toes to top of your head. My accent was also having an affect on you. You hadn’t heard an Irish accent in real life before and it was so much better in real life.
Your pulse speeds up as your gaze skitters across me. Taking in the strong thighs dwarfing yours, traveling up to the handsome face staring down at you. “Your voice is amazing!! ” you blurt out.
The corners of my eyes crinkle with amusement. “Surprised yours doesn’t match,” I say as I gently touch your hair.
“You’re feeling bold, how drunk are you??” you tease, with a pointed glance at the hand creeping up your thigh. I grin wickedly and give a little squeeze.
Taking a deep breath, you try and regain some composure. You think to yourself, just because you think I am tasty enough to fucking eat doesn’t mean you are going to make it easy for me.
I may have been emboldened by the few beers I’d already had, this foxy little miss was right about that, but I was drawn to this sexy little thing. Something about her, her demeanour, her look, even her deep guarded stare back at me, was drawing me in. I lay my hand on her thigh before I even knew it but I had also noticed that this little firebrand hadn’t moved my hand.
I knew right there and then the answer to my earlier question, why were you alone. I knew now why you were wearing that deep cut open backed dress. You wanted to draw someone’s eye. You didn’t want to be alone tonight. I knew I had chosen my seat wisely.
“Buy you a shot?” you ask softly. Without waiting for an answer, you hold up two fingers and wink at the bartender. In short order, two tequilas smack down in front of us. You pick my hand up off your thigh, and shock the life out of me by giving my palm a firm lick. Sprinkle of salt, then a slow lick. you throw back your shot and smirk at the incredulous look on my face. “Promise I don’t have cooties,” you laugh. Popping a lime in your mouth, you lean towards me and whisper, “Help me off this ridiculously tall stool.” I see through your blatant request for more of my touch, and anticipation floods your body. You feel your nipples bunch and harden at the thought of those strong hands spanning your waist, lifting you..
I must have read your mind as I lean down and wrap my large hands around your soft waist, my fingers pressing into your flesh, feeling you shudder a little as I do. I grip tight and pull you easily up off the chair and place you down beside me. You truly recognise the disparity between our heights as I now tower over you even while leaning down still holding onto your sides. As I stand up fully I let my fingers run up your sides lightly running up the outer edge of your voluptuous breasts. Standing at all of 6ft3 in height I look down at you with hungry eyes.
“Want to have a little dance?” I say
Feeling small as you glance up at me, a devious smirk graces your face. “I might have to stand on your feet…!” I roll my eyes at your teasing, and drag you onto the dance floor. Pulling you close, my hands travel away from your back. One tangles in your red hair at the back of your neck, and one unashamedly rests on the top of your ass. “If I remember right, this is the third time you’ve gotten a bit handsy, sir,” you say as you slide a leg in between mine and pull me tight to your chest. In a move so seductive you can only blink, I pull me UP, instead of bending down. My deep whispers on your nape sends sparks racing through you. “Sir? You’ve no idea what you’ve just done, little one”
With my hand tangled in your flowing red locks I grip hard on it and pull your head back, kissing you passionately and deeply. Our lips meet in a frenzy of activity and desire. I push my tongue into your mouth forcefully but you relent to it and our tongues dance together furiously. My hand grips your big sexy ass squeezing it hard. I break away from our kiss and attack the nape of your neck with fury. You moan a little too loud so I whisper in your ear
“We seem to be making a bit of a scene…my hotel isn’t too far from here…’
Biting back your moan, you scan the room and see I’m right. More than a few disdainful looks, and even some lustful ones. You should be afraid, you think. But you’re not. Not even an hour in my presence, and you’re hotter than you’ve ever been. Stroking the tips of your fingers against my straining zipper, you look me dead in the eyes. “Get me out of here, RIGHT. NOW.” Half tempted to throw you over my shoulder, I instead encircle the back of your neck with my hand and pull you towards the door. Your need to taste me grows, and your pussy juices begin to drip down your thigh. Wait till he finds out I’m not wearing panties, you think.
We head out into the glaring sun realising how little time it took for us to find each other. I have this feeling I was meant to find a little red headed temptress like you tonight to feed my urges and desires. I throw you up against the nearest wall when we are out of sight and pin both your hands above your head. You throw back your head and I assault your neck again but this time I’m pressed hard against you. Our height difference meaning my pulsing cock is pressed against your stomach and you can finally feel the full size of me. Your mouth waters at the thought and you gulp back in reflex knowing you want to taste it to see id it as perfect a cock as it feels. You rip one hand free and reach for my zip, eagerly pulling it down. You reach in and feel the heft of my large cock while I let go of your other hand and instead grip your hair again.
“I think I’ve got myself a cock hungry little whore…down on your knees and show me what you are truly made of…”
“Down on your knees…” Those words make you ache deep inside, and you can tell your eyes are dilating. Unable to resist your natural rebellion, you dart forward, grinning and bite my collarbone. Hard. “If you want to call me your little whore, you better EARN it.” you say with a look of desire and mischievousness. Your victory grin is short lived, because your neck is pinned to the wall in the next second. “Little girl.. ” I say, as my hand slides up your thigh. Two fingers plunge deep inside your dripping little slit, so wet they meet no resistance. “I’ve already earned it, if all this lovely cream is for me..” in one fluid motion, I’ve hooked a foot behind your ankle and yanked your head down. You find myself kneeling on the hot cement, your face centimeters from my bulge. Hunger overwhelms you, and you frantically rip my cock out of my pants. The entire beautiful length springs free, slapping you on the face. Precum smears across your cheek, and you dive on to me. Oh god, you think, the taste…
I bring my fingers up to my mouth to lick and taste your creamy juices off them, enjoying your taste as you envelope my cock in your warm welcoming mouth. After I lick my fingers clean I wrap my hands in your hair and give you some light encouraging pushes deeper onto my cock. You struggle at first to adjust to my size but stretch your hungry mouth out wide and begin to take me deeper and deeper, inch by inch. You roll your tongue along the underside of my shaft as you bob up and down.
“Good girl” I repeat over and over as I throw my head back in pure pleasure
“Thats how you serve your sir!” I command only driving you on more knowing that this man gets how you want to be treated and used tonight and maybe more nights if he lives up to the hype.
I rip you back off my cock, drool spilling out from the corners of your mouth all the way back to the head of my glistening cock.
“Turn around and bend over” I growl
You were in ecstasy as my cock plunged deeper and deeper into your throat. Pinching your thumb into your palm to keep from gagging, you savored the purely masculine taste. You’ve never met someone who just … knew. What you wanted. What you needed. “And for that man to finally appear, wrapped in such a mouthwatering package? I’ve died and gone to heaven” you thought. Couldn’t let me know that just yet, you think. Drool is dripping onto your cleavage as I hoist you up, as if you weighed nothing at all. Giving me a saucy look, you plant your hands on the wall and bend over, raising on your tippy toes a bit. Grabbing fistfuls of your dress, you hear my breathing pick up when you finally reveal your smooth, plump ass. A delighted moan escapes me as I spread your cheeks, finally getting a look at these holes I’d been craving since I set eyes on you. “Such a good damn girl, look how naughty you are..! No panties.. and your pussy, I can smell your arousal from three feet away girl! You need this cock, don’t you? Beg for it. Beg.”
By this point you’re need to be claimed and bred by this mind blowing stranger is all you can think about. You don’t hesitate, broken pleas falling from your lips. “Please, please Sir. Look how needy this pussy is. I need you inside me right this second, I can’t wait. I just need to feel you, Sir.”
I instantly plunge fully inside making you groan a deep guttural groan of pure satisfaction. I stay fully inside not moving just holding you up by my cock while hand snakes around your thick juicy thighs until I meet a flood of your juices. I can feel the heat coming from your pussy and slide my my long fingers along the length of your soaked slit. I bring my drenched fingers up to your lips and you instinctively suck on them. I drag my wet fingers across your face and dance them down your body until I am back at your wet clit again. I flick your pulsating clit as I pull out to the tip and ram it back inside you. You moan loudly and beg for more
“Please sir harder and faster… I need your seed…”
I grip either side of your hips and pick up the pace and power immediately, pounding deep into your wanton waiting pussy. You moan and curse out loud as the sound of bodies slapping together echo against the walk back at us. All we can see, feel, touch, smell, and hear is our primal desires being acted out in pure passion.
All you can hear is the low rumble of my deep voice, spouting filth and sweetness, and the sound of our bodies colliding. “Your pussy is so tight, it was fucking made for me….Listen to you moan, such a needy slut, god I love it….You feel amazing, and I can’t get enough.” My calloused fingers on your tiny clit are pulling you closer to the edge, and you begin to shake from head to toe. The complete rightness of this is shocking, and the way my thick cockhead feels kissing your cervix is intoxicating. You push back to meet my thrusts, savoring every ridge and bump as I slam into you. “More.. more.. please. Give me everything, Sir.” Hearing me growl my consent sends you over, and I’m barely able to keep yourself standing. Tears pool in your eyes as you cum so hard you see stars. Pulsing and squeezing my dick with every wave, held up by my strong hands. Shaking in aftershock, you manage to pant, “I need your cum right now, fill me the fuck up Sir”
I gladly accept your begging and unload deep inside your dripping wet pussy, our cum mixing together just like it should. You feel rope after rope hot the walls of your pussy driving you wild as you finally get what you want collapsing to the ground onto your hands and knees as I ram the last of my cum into you pounding you into the ground with my final few thrusts. You are a perfect sight with my cum spilling out of you, face down ass up panting under me.
I reach down and give you a hand up and say “Hi my name is Jerry and thank you I needed that…”
You let out a little giggle as I help you to your feet. “Hell of an introduction, Jerry.. my name is Grace. Seems like we both needed that!” My warm smile and cheeky expression are too damn cute, so you throw your arms around my neck and give me a blistering kiss. When we come up for air, I see your fingers move towards your mouth. Before I can rationalize why they’re glistening, you’ve popped them into your mouth. “We taste divine together, Sir..” I let out a loud laugh at your proud expression and give you a squeeze. Raising an eyebrow, you wink and ask, “So.. what now?”
End of story one in this new series, with the second part to come soon. This made with another wonderful redditor, who would like to remain anonymous, but we will definitely be making more content together soon. I’d like to thank her for her contributions in making this story.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mfuz0o/finding_my_ruby_sub_series_1_meeting_a_cute