Not Your Typical Night

It is a typical Friday night. I�m at the bar, shooting pool and having a few drinks, occasionally watching the dancers on the stage, and all-around having a good time. Even �Tiny�, my 300-pound brother, drives his bike into the bar. Everything is typical about tonight--until you walk through the door.

I just happen to be looking up as you enter the bar. You are a tall woman, long curly brown hair, very long legs, dressed in cut off denim shorts, a tight black T-shirt that is filled up fully in the chest, and a black leather vest. You are dressed generally the same as every other female in the bar, less the dancers of course. But, you still stand out to me, because I notice several things about you as I watch you cautiously walk to find yourself an empty table. As you are looking around the bar nervously for a seat, I catch a glimpse of the glittering earrings dangling from your ears, each with rather large stones hanging from them, which is apparent that they are not just some cheap costume jewelry. Your Harley T-shirt, shorts and vest all look freshly bought and probably have never been on your body before tonight. You finally find a table out of the way, and take another look around the bar and sit down. I notice also that you are not wearing a bra, and your quite conscious of this as I notice you nonchalantly glancing down at yourself once or twice and then crossing your arms across your chest. Both your attractiveness and my curiosity get the best of me, and I drink the rest of my drink and walk over to your table to introduce myself.

I introduce myself to you, you do likewise, and I ask if I may sit down, and you allow it. You seem ever so nervous, but I�m determined to hopefully relieve you of some of that nervousness and perhaps we�ll have a good time. I ask if you would like a drink and you agree. I motion for the waitress and tell her I�d like a shot of tequila, and I look over at you and you say that you want one for you, too. I think to myself as I catch a grin before it hits my face that you�ve probably never had a shot of tequila in your life, but I see that your bound and determined to have one now. Within minutes, our shots arrive, complete with lemon and salt for you, because the waitress knows me and knows that I take mine straight. You ask about the lemon and salt and I explain to you how they are usually used when shooting tequila but I don�t. You state that neither will you, as I hold my shot glass up, you match my action and I turn up my shot, as you do just a second later. You gasp for air as the tequila stings you harshly from your tongue down your throat and you begin to cough. After a moment, you settle, and I tell the waitress to bring me one more, and you say that you would like one more, too. Again, they come, again, they go. The look on your face as the shot glass approached your lips the second time was nearly comical, but I didn�t dare laugh. Your courage got the best of you and again you turned it up, this time with a little less difficulty.

We sit and pass small talk briefly, as the effects of the tequila shots are obviously catching up to you. A smile for the first time crosses your lips, and even laughter begins to pour from you. You lean over the table to me, looking me right in the eyes and ask if we can go somewhere, anywhere but here, and that you would like to be alone with me. I agree, and ask where would you like to go. You blurt out your place, as it almost seemed to slip out accidentally. I smile and agree, and ask you if you would like to ride on the back of my bike and you seem to become quite excited as you say yes.

On the way out of the bar and walking toward my bike, you are giving me directions to your apartment. I get on the bike and you uncomfortably attempt several times to figure out how you are going to get on the back, but you finally make it. I tell you to hold on tight, as I start the bike and turn to exit the parking lot. I hear a shrill scream come from you as I gas the bike and enter the street, as your arms nearly squeeze the breath out of me from both fear and excitement. You never release your tight grip on me for the whole 20-minute trip to your drive.

As we arrive you fumble around to unstraddle the seat as your legs seem wobbly from both the tequila and your nervousness. I place the kick stand in place and rest the bike. Without a word, your hands shaking, look for the key to your apartment door as we walk up the walk and then up the stairs to the door of your second-story apartment. Again you fumble a bit with the lock and key, but you mange to open the door, and you turn around and invite me in.

Upon entering, I�m in awe of the well-placed nicely-furnished apartment. It is obvious that you must be someone important and have a very well-paying job. You take off your leather vest, stare into space away from me for a brief moment, and then turn to face me. �I haven�t been with a man in nearly two years. I�ve been divorced for three years now, and the last two men that I�ve been with since then gave me no pleasure at all, and even my husband before then never really satisfied me. I�m sorry that I brought you here, but I am lonely, and I really have the need to be with a man. That is why I dressed the way that I did, and that is why I have brought you here. I feel badly about this now, and I don�t want you to feel used. If you wish to go, I understand,� you say as you give your speech.

�Honey, you are a very attractive woman, more attractive to me than you realize,� I state as I walk toward you. I stand toe-to-toe to you, looking into you eyes and continue: �I can see the look in your eyes of a woman who is full of desires, and empty spaces that are needing to be filled. Your aches, your loneliness: Tonight, I want to give you what you need, what you hunger for.� I take my right hand and run it under your hair to expose to me your ear and neck, as my other hand reaches around you and comes to rest on the bare skin on your back above the waistline of your shorts and below the bottom of your shirt. I lean over and my lips come within an inch of your ear, as I whisper, �Let me be the man that fulfills your needs tonight, my sweets,� as I gently take your hanging earring into my mouth all the way up to your earlobe and lightly suck on it.

Your body seems to grow weak as it nearly falls into mine, leaning into me as the pace of your breathing increases. You manage to say, �Oh please, yes, please!� as your chin rests on my shoulder.

I decide now that before things get too hot to remove my boots and vest as well. I seem to get the impression that you have other plans as you walk to the back of the couch and hurriedly begin undressing. You are undressed and naked except for your earrings before I can even remove my boots. It seems that you are in a hurry, and I go ahead and remove the rest of my clothing and when I do, I gather them all up and place them next to yours on the back of the sofa. You see my cock harden as I walk toward you, admiring the curves of your body. Your arms reach around my neck as my arms reach around your waist, and you tell me that you want me to fuck you now. I tell you, �Sweetheart, I hope you don�t expect a �quickie� from me. I�m not all about that. If you want a quick �fuck�, you may just need to find another man, but if you want to be made love to and feel all the passion possible, take your time and let us enjoy each other.�

I take you by the hand and lead you to the front of the couch and I sit and have you sit on my lap. We begin to kiss, as our lips are parted by each others� tongues and I can feel your body shaking all over with anticipation. You lean back a little bit against the high-back arm of the sofa as one hand is wrapped around you and the other browses the front of your body softly, caressing you from your neck down to your full breasts and down to your stomach. My shaft stiffens now to full size, and you feel it pressing against the side of your leg, as your kisses become more passionate and show all of your hunger.

Sensing once again that you�re becoming too much in a hurry, I ask you to lay on the couch, and you do quickly. I kneel on the floor in front of the couch, and lean over to kiss you and tell you, �We are not going to be in any big hurry, my lovely.� I place my left hand under your right shoulder as my other hand comes to rest on your left breast. Your nipples are standing out quite hard already. Your head leans back as my mouth goes for your neck, and I begin lightly sucking and kissing it, and again you begin to shake. I can hear your desperation in the muffled coos that are escaping through your throat along with your heavy breathing. I slowly kiss my way from your neck and shoulders down to your right breast. As my tongue contacts your nipple, you exclaim as if it weren�t on purpose, �I have never had a man spend so much time making love to me. I have never felt this way before.�

�Then, my sweets, you are in for a treat,� I state as my right hand holds your breast while I suck it, and my other hand traces a very slow trail from your other breast across your stomach and to the very top edge of your pubic hair around your sweetness. You grab my long hair with both hands and pull my head into you almost harshly, as I roll your nipple around lightly between my teeth. I let my hand on your patch of hair go just a bit lower and come into contact with your clit and lips lightly, and I can easily feel that you are already very wet, moisture has already sopped your hair. Your hips instinctively move toward my invited hand, wanting to press harder against it. I raise my head so I can see the full length of your body and can also look into your eyes, as I press two fingers against both your clit and the entrance to your sweet box, while the other hand rubs across the front of your torso and stomach. �You need so badly to cum, don�t you?� I ask, as I continue to moisten my fingers against your lips and clit.

Your legs spread widely and you move around on my fingers and say, �Yes! Please fuck me now!�

�I didn�t say that I was going to do any such thing yet, sugar,� I say as continue to touch you. �I thought that you might want to cum for me, so I can watch you cum.� I take my very wet fingers and penetrate your lips slightly with my ring and index fingers. An impatient and high-pitched �Ah� jumps out of your throat. I take my other hand and place it behind your head, and watch your face closely as I allow my fingers to slide comfortably and slowly inside you. Your eyes grow bigger and bigger as each little bit of my fingers go inside of you. Your body arches on its own as my fingers finally find your g-spot. A long frustrated moan comes out of you from deep within as my fingertips begin to work inside you, moving up and down, flickering your best spot. It is only a matter of about 30 or so seconds before your body tenses and you begin to cum. You cry out, and as your orgasm begins, my fingers stop and continue to press firmly against your g-spot, allowing just your body to feel the orgasm all over you. Your body moves around, and I try to match your movements with my fingers, as not to allow much movement--so you can just feel the orgasm happen.

�I have never had a man make me cum like that before,� you breathe out heavily in amazement.

Silently, I savor the quivers of your body that is still feeling the effects of your orgasm, and slowly pull my fingers out and take these fingers that are dripping from your juices and begin to caress your clit in a circular motion, applying a great deal of pressure against it. I start the movement rapidly, and you exclaim excitedly, �Oh, I�m gonna cum again! Yes!� Within seconds, your clit bursts, and your body convulses again with its second orgasm, coming with moans and near-screams.

I stop, and you relax a moment, trying to catch your breath. But before that happens, I tell you that I want you to lay on the large arm of the sofa on your stomach, and your pretty ass facing me at the front of the sofa. The height of the position that you are now in is just perfect for me in a standing position behind you to place the head of my shaft up against your waiting box. Your legs are nearly folded up under you, and you are in a very open and receptive position, as your ass just barely sticks off of the front of the arm. I let the head of my rod slide inside you, and you cry out a very loud, �Uhhhh, yes! Baby, yes!� I get into good position, and place my hands around in front your hips and lean my body forward and I slide inside you slow and deep. I hold myself inside you deep, letting the weight of my body press against you, and moving a bit from side to side, and with each breath you exhale comes mixed with it either a moan or a shout. I give you several swift strokes, pumping you, and then pushing all the way in, grinding from side to side, as you get to feel all of me, but not a steady stroke for you to build all the way toward orgasm yet. You sigh as if almost disgusted each time I stop my pumping, and then squeal with pleasure when I grind myself up deeply inside you. I pull back a bit, and only fill you with half of the length of my cock, and begin to rapidly pump you with just the half. After continually doing this, and listening to you cry out and moan, you tell me that you want me and want all of it now. I continue as I was, as if I didn�t hear your pleas. Several more moments later, you exclaim, �Baby, I�m going to cum!!� I hold my stroke as is, and then you cry out loudly as your body goes into a passionate fit, and you begin to cum. Just as your orgasm begins, I drive inside you hard and deeply and then myself begin to pump you and build myself to an orgasm soon. You�re cumming and I�m pumping you hard and deep, and no sooner than your orgasm began to taper is when I know that I can�t hold back any longer, and begin to violently fuck you, holding onto you tight, and raising on my tiptoes for better penetration with each stroke. Your body again rises up as yet another orgasm hits you at the same time mine hits me, as we are rocking together, our bodies become one as we explode together. You can hear me plead, �Cum hard with me, baby. I need you to cum so hard on my cock. Cum so good for me, my sweets!� Your body twitches around and I can feel the walls of your sweet pussy contracting and milking me.

We both have came hard, and I still have a little bit left in me as I continue to pump you after, and again, I plead with you to cum for me just one more time. Pumping you wildly, your body answers my pleas, and you scream as your body becomes out of control as I�m having to hold on very tightly to keep myself inside you. With the fastest and hardest pace yet, I continually drive you until I can tell that you�ve orgasmed completely.

You nearly fall from the sofa arm onto the large sofa, and I manage to move and lay next to you, kissing you and holding you. You tell me that no man has ever made you cum so many times before. Then I say, �Honey, we�ve only started. There�s more.

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