“You look good.” Always what you want to hear when you’ve complied with an order to strip by a stranger. Buck naked, feeling a little awkward, and more than a little wasted, my new friend Maria rakes her eyes over me with a lascivious smirk.
I used to party. (Not so much – or really at all – anymore). But what does that even mean, “party”. Once you answer the coded question, “Do you like to party?” in the affirmative you’re basically crossed the threshold to being a free-use vessel for intoxicants and lust until dawn.
I’m out one night, down to party. Although I’m a hipster at heart, I like to party with norm-core girly-girls. Something about picking up the type of woman who would have sneered at me in high school really turns my crank. So, I’m at a shitty club-jams spot four gimlets deep and feeling it. This athletically thick, tall, pretty girl with doe eyes, curly brunette hair and buttery olive skin keeps catching my glances. She’s mirroring my moves and smiling. Here’s what works for me to meet new friends; I like to dance – to move with creativity and athleticism. I’m able to have fun all on your own and respect people’s personal space. When someone does make eyes at me, like this queen, I introduce myself and tap into as much wit, cool, and charm as I can muster. But it’s way too loud for all that; so, I gesture to her with upturned palms like, “you want to dance?” She slides into my personal space bubble and puts one hand on my hip and another of my shoulder.
I lean in for a shout-whisper, “Uh… Did I saaaaayyyy you could put your hands on me?” I feign indignation. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or be put-off but she definitely takes her hands off. I laugh, turn my back to her, grab both her wrists, put her hands on my hips, and twerk the shit out of her crotch with my tight ass. She doesn’t know what to do, but she’s definitely hooked.
After a couple drinks each, and introductions to her friends who all give her a “WTF-this guy’s a freak” look of blended concern and jealousy, we’re totally glued together, sweaty and grinding it out to an unending series of bad jams. I get low on her running my hands down her tight jeans to her feet, fondling her heels in her stilettos. I plant my big roman nose between her thighs and come up to her pussy to cup the whole damn thing in my mouth over her jeans for an awkward twenty seconds before plowing the rest of the way up through her DD cleavage to a throat deep tongue kiss. She looks up at my six foot tall head of wild blond curls and demands, “Let’s get the fuck out of here!”
“What about your friends?” anticipating the full-court press cock block from her gaggle of lady pals.
“Fuck them.”
She hails a cab. Piling in, her voice drops a pitch, gets a little husky and she bosses me , “tell him where you live.” I’d like to say we made out in the cab but we actually talked and got to know each other a little. The club had been so loud we were only able to shout unintelligible flirts. She’s 22 and heartbroken, visiting her parents between a study abroad and returning to her University. I’m 37, not yet divorced and living alone in the old rental. “Why the fuck would anyone ever get married!?” She rhetorically scoffed.
“You’ll see…”
We pull up and she tells me in that same bossy tone, “Go inside, I’ll take care of this.” Pretty much expecting that was the end of that, I hopefully leave the door open and pick out a Temptations record for the Techniques. I was kicking myself for being honest and telling her I was still married. A little to my surprise, she comes through the door with her clothes practically flying off. “You thought I was going to ditch you,” she purrs with a little smirk. She immediately gets down to a simple orange satin bra and panty set with cute little scrunches around the elastic. Maria deftly pops off her bra and her massive D’s jump out and bounce. She watches me watch, with the confidence a woman who’s been told by everyone who’s had the please again how fantastic her tits are. She pushes past me into my kitchen to help herself to some water lapped straight out of the sink like an animal. Her hot little panties are full-back, which I love, and her impressive ass has subsumed most of them – even better. She struts back into the living room, looses the undies, slinks onto my couch. She’s got these awesome BIG triangle tits and an ass that just sticks straight out from her lower back. I normally go in for frail A-cup girls and a lot of foreplay n’ lingerie, but there’s no denying the allure of this curvy Aphrodite lounging confidently naked on my couch. Maria looks at me with an icy stare, and commands, “STRIP!”
I’m naked in the middle my living room. And I look good! She just told me! I am fit as fuck in a lithe runner type of way and my dick is actually pretty big even if a little exposed and hanging there wasted, not really doing it’s job.
“Eat my fucking pussy.”
Maria’s pussy is so perfect looking my first drunken thought is that it’s somehow fake. She’s got her legs all the way apart and I’m kneeling on the floor in front of her just taking it in. it’s a tight little waxed innie with a cute little clit hood and no discernable labia minora – just some smooth puffy lips. Normally oral isn’t “first date” territory for me, since it’s not exactly safe-sex, but her glistening little hole is pulling me in like a tractor beam. I’m got a trumpet players tongue and relentless oral stamina so I just decide, fuck it I’m getting this girl OFF!! I scoop up a healthy dollop of her wet sex, lather up her clit hood, put my thumb on her pubic bone and push up toward her cute little belly button. Her clit pops out and I go to work flicking it with a steady quick rhythm. Maria is INTO IT. She’s just melting into my couch purring and moaning little breathy fuck yessss’es and running her hands through my long wavy hair. I’m skimming my finger tips lightly up and down her stomach, ribs, and big tits occasionally giving her pointy brown nipples a firm pinch. She doesn’t need a dick right now, or even a finger in her. It’s all clit, again and again, same relentless rhythm minute after minute. Her moans are getting guttural and her chest is starting to heave, “Oh fuuuuuccckkk yeas, lick my tight little pussy, oh my GOooodd, YAAAASSSS” and Maria goes totally stiff with her hips thrust up for a couple seconds before spasming out and putting my head in the figure-four leg lock with her muscular thighs as her orgasm rips up and down her spine from her clit to her brain.
I’ve got all this hay on the floor board of my beat-to-shit truck from a date to the countryside with Natalie (this married woman I’m fucking – more on her later). My ride is not a glamorous scene, but I don’t care. We’re not judging each other. Maria is radiant, all disheveled, freshly fucked, with a delicious home cooked breakfast in her belly and a lit cigarette between her pouty lips. She directs me into THE ritziest part of the city. A stately avenue lined by multi-million 19th century homes. “It’s right here on the corner.” I watch Maria’s tight hefty butt sway up the steps to daddy’s house. She turned with a cute little smile and wave to let me know she’s home safe – and that we’re never going to see each other again. She turns between the mansion’s Doric columns and goes inside with a few prominent strands of hay stuck to the bottom of her stiletto.
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