Having just recently moved to a new town due to work, I was a little lonely and thought I would hit the town, on the off chance of meeting someone.
Not looking for anything long term, just a little much needed TLC. Toys can only take you so far before you start craving the real thing....
After unpacking a few things, I hit the shower, taking my time to explore my body with a little TLC of my own, before I dress and head out.
Primed and ready, dressed to kill in a little red, spaghetti strap silk shirt, that clings to my breasts like a second skin, dipping low into my neck line. Showcasing my full breasts and small waist. Black leather mini skirt, snug on my hips. The sway of them in it as I walk, enough to drive any man insane.
Black, sleek, thigh high boots, that zip on the inside to add a little height to my already long slender legs...Fuck Me Boots, gotta love them.
There are a few clubs downtown and I love music. Blues, jazz, rock a little of it all. Pulling up to one, I step out of the car and walk inside. Jazz hits me and assaults my senses, sending them spiraling. I can feel it swimming in the air. Deep soulful notes caressing my body like a talented lover's hand.
I make my way to the bar and order a drink, swiveling on the stool to take a look around. It's not too crowded yet, so it's easy to relax. Sipping my drink, I let the music flow over me as I glance to the stage. I love musicians, all of them.
Looking them all over in one glance, before my eyes settle on the bass player. "Oh my, what do we have here." I take in his long legs, coverded in snug denim. Low in his hips, tight fit around his cock. It's outlined perfectly, and from what I see, it's no dissappoinment there..Mmmmmm, I slowly lick my lips, as my eyes continue on. A slow, slow dance over his body.
Strong arms, corded with nice lean muscles, biceps nice and firm. Wide shoulders, made to shelter his lover as he pushes deep inside, thrusting to her core.
His face, god what a face, full lips, sensual, made for kissing and teasing. High cheekbones, and beautiful smokey eyes....a girl could get lost in those eyes.
His head is shaved, smooth as silk. So very hot, I love it.
His eyes are on me now, a look of pure lust in them. He's watched as I've taken inventory. Quickly glancing down, I see his cock, nice and firm, hard and ready for action.
My skin is tingling with that familiar throb and pulse settling between my thighs.
His eyes make their way over my tight little body, taking in every detail. Long legs, small waist, high breasts. Full and heavy now. I can feel my nipples harden as his eyes linger on them, hesitating for only a moment before moving on.
I feel the caress of his eyes on my long slender neck, full lips and high graceful cheekbones. As his eyes meet and lock with mine, I feel my pussy dampen with moisture. Wetting the folds, with only one look from him.
Lifting my hand, I take a long, slow pull from my drink, never looking away. His hands glide over the bass as if he's caressing a lover's warm silky skin. He's a pro, and he definately knows what he's doing. Just watching him, I know he would have me strung tight, ready to be played in the most exotic way.
I tilt my head to the side as the song comes to an end and he makes his way over. He settles in beside me and orders us another round.
He looks at me, and introduces himself. "R," that's it. I can deal with that, nothing longterm right?
His voice is as smooth as his skill at playing. Like a waterfall, flowing over me. Burning me with desire.
"You're a beauty," he tells me. "Care to take a walk before we strike back up?"
How much time do we have, "Enough," reaching over he takes my hand in his and we walk out back.
As the door closes, he pulls me into him, hot full lips assault mine in a kiss that sends my body on a tidal wave. Bolts of electricity flow straight to my pussy. I can feel it throb, as his tongue enters my mouth. Quick, strong, strokes plunging inside.
I feel his hand underneath my shirt as he palms my full beast. Kneading the fullness and stroking over the hard nipple...I arch against him and feel the hardness of his arousal burning against me.
Lowering my hand to take hold and caress him. Running my fingers over the length of him. Hard, thick and ready to be released. He moans into my mouth and thrusts against my hand.
I feel my skirt being raised to my waist, his hand slipping up to stroke my wet folds...."No panties," free access babe. "So damn hot," he whispers as I feel his fingers slide inside.
I'm on fire, he's stroking the flames, my desire burning me. He's taking me higher to the edge, but wont let me fall yet.
I've gotten him out of his jeans, stroking his cock. Pre-cum, a steady leak from the tip, as my fingers work him.
He lifts my legs and I center him, lining him up with my pussy. I feel the swollen head as he pushes inside. I arch up and take him deeper. Feeling the walls of my pussy stretch around him.
In and out he thrusts, quick, hard. Strong thrusts driving us closer to completion. I look down, I want to watch him plunging in and out of me. His cock is coated with my juices. My nails dig into his shoulders, dragging a moan from his lips.
He pumps faster and faster. Harder into me, driving his cock deep with every thrust. I feel the muscles tighting in my body, pulling taut as my pussy milks his cock.
He thrusts in hard, holding there deep inside, and I feel his cock spasm, the ripples from the walls of my pussy pulling his cum from deep within him.
Jet after hot jet hitting me, sending me into my own blissful orgasm. We cry out into the night. The sensations to strong to hold in.
I relax around his slowly softening shaft and feel him slide out. We clean up and make our way back inside.
Leaning down to kiss me once more before heading back onstage, he asks me to wait.
I slip out of his arms, smile up at him, slip my # into his hand and make my way to the door.
I'm ready and waiting when the phone rings...
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