The hot fingers stroking my stomach roused me from my
sleep. I petted the crown of her long, dark hair and felt
the blood swell into my cock as her hand roamed down there.
Her lips joined her fingers, teasing me to a full arousal.
The heat of her mouth engulfed me a moment later and I
moaned softly. I opened my eyes and slitted their gaze in
her direction, even as I reached to shift her hair out of
the way. For once, she didn’t stop me. But, I guess she
knew I couldn’t see much in the dark and without my
glasses.
As she suckled my member, I thought back to the evening
before when we’d met at the dance club.
* * * *
Most of that time was a blur. I’d gotten pretty drunk at
the club. I remembered watching her dance – the way she
tossed her black mane around herself and the sexiness she
exuded in the swing of her hips. Oh yeah. She’d definitely
caught my eye right off. I’d sobered myself up enough to
make a beeline for her in the thick crowd. When I did
manage to reach her, she surprised me by backing into me.
This was no mistake. This mystery girl knew exactly what
she was doing.
Her hands reached back to my thighs and she gyrated her ass
sensually against my crotch. I placed my palms along her
hips and tried to follow her moves. I rested my face
against her hair, my mouth near her left ear, and
whispered, “Turn around.” She hummed negatively, raising
her arms up and looping them around my neck. This pose
thrust her large breasts out and what’s a guy to do? I
slowly eased my hands up her body to her chest.
When my fingers discovered her erect nipples poking through
the silky material of her little, black dress, my dick went
instantly hard. I squeezed the hefty mounds playfully; the
sharp intake of her sigh louder to me than the pulsating
music. “I wanna fuck you,” I breathed harshly. Not my best
line.
She lowered her arms, quickly stealing my glasses off my
face. Then she turned around and I could just make out the
motions of her hiding them in her deep cleavage. She kissed
me hard on the mouth and cupped the bulge of my cock in her
left palm. Unwilling to pass up such a golden opportunity,
I wrapped my arms around her curvaceous body and kissed her
back. Apparently, I hadn’t been the only one drinking. When
our tongues met, I tasted tequila.
As she pulled away, the hand on my groin shifted to my
belt. She grabbed the thick leather and guided me out of
the club.
We ended up at a no-tell motel down the street. She ignored
the lobby and headed straight for one of the rooms on the
second floor. My glasses weren’t the only item buried in
her top. She removed a key from there and unlocked the
appropriate door. She lightly shoved me onto the bed,
leaving me with a brief, promising kiss before disappearing
into the bathroom.
I took this time alone to flip on the lights. Nothing
happened. I shook my head in the darkness, admiring her
keen planning. The little vixen had done something with the
lights, probably unscrewed the bulbs. But before I could
rectify the situation, Miss X returned.
The light from the bathroom silhouetted her luscious body.
She stood in the doorway, leaning one hand against it. As
she strolled toward me, I could see she’d taken off her
dress. Her bra and panties were black and highlighted the
creaminess of her skin. My breathing slowed when she
trailed her hands down my shirt, tisking disapprovingly.
“You didn’t give me much time,” I told her and whipped off
my shirt. She giggled in reply and knelt beside my feet,
helping me take off my shoes and socks.
Unbuckling my belt, I watched her stand. My fingers stilled
as she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties.
When the top of her mound came into view, I urged my hands
to hurry up. Quickly, I shucked off my jeans and underwear,
kicking them aside while I eyed the striptease. Her panties
landed on top of my pants when she threw them. She walked
over to me and turned, lifting her hair questioningly. I
obliged. My nimble fingers unhooked her bra and I gently
slid the straps down her pale shoulders.
I reached around and cupped her breasts. They drooped
slightly from the weight and I smiled. My girl was
naturally big-busted. I toyed with her nipples as she
straddled my thighs, rolling the perky tips between my
fingers. Her moans of pleasure were music to my ears. She
played with my cock – rubbing the head along her moist,
swollen lips – and fondled my balls with great care.
My left hand worked its way to her pussy, sliding into the
narrow cleft at the top. A knowing fingertip found her clit
and teased the slick pearl. I continued to knead her tits
and toy with her turgid nipples, feeling her writhe in my
embrace. “Do you want me inside you?” I asked eagerly.
“Uh-huh,” she answered, her voice too high-pitched for me
to recognize. She rolled off me and onto the bedspread,
offering me to fuck her doggie style. I climbed up behind
her high, round ass and used my knees to force her legs
further apart. I guided my dick to her damp pussy and
pressed the tip into her gradually. I didn’t know what to
expect – a snug virgin or an experienced lover. As far as I
could tell, she wasn’t a virgin but her cunt was tight
enough to give that impression.
In the beginning, I thrust slowly to give her body a chance
to adjust to the invasion. My hands massaged her back and I
felt her relax under my touch. She arched against me like
an alley cat and rested her face in the crook of her folded
arms. I planted my palms alongside her rounded hips and
started to fuck her sweet quim in earnest.
Her muscles clenched around my cock and she lifted her
upper body off the pillows. She tossed her hair across her
shoulders, moaning in ecstasy as she bucked against me. The
sexual haze surrounding my brain cleared when she called my
name. “Oh, Mark,” she cried softly. “Fuck me harder. I’m
almost there.” Although I wanted to know how she knew my
name, I nevertheless quickened the thrust of my pelvis. She
came seconds later, hugging my sensitive erection tightly
with her strong cunt. I soon followed, pouring myself deep
into her core.
Wrung out, I somehow managed to pull out before flopping
down next to her. She snuggled her back to me and I threw
my arms around her, tenderly cradling the voluptuous orbs
of her breasts.
* * * *
The question remained in my mind: who is this minx sucking
my dick? She knew who I was if calling my name was any
indication. Then again, ‘Mark’ isn’t too uncommon these
days. I only knew her body. She’d kept her face well hidden
from me, even stealing my glasses. My brain went numb as I
came in her mouth, my fingers gripping her dark tresses.
Her throat worked effortlessly to swallow my juices.
Satiated, I drifted into a light doze while she licked my
limp member clean with her tongue.