I was in the cab ready to go, with this man I just met at the club. He was tall, broad and rugged. His slight beard framed his sharp jaw line perfectly, with his tight black v-neck shirt clinging tightly to his skin. I had to, I couldn’t leave without getting a taste of this man. We were both fairly intoxicated by this point as we both stumbled to the door. He fumbled with his keys to try and frantically unlock the door. We both knew what we were here for. The door fling open violently and he grabbed me and pulled me in. He guided me down the hallway to his room in the darkness of his house. He had a big king size bed, and he grabbed me and flung me on top of it. He started undressing me. He lifted up my dress and moved my undies to the side.
Before I could prepare myself I could feel his smooth, wet tongue caressing my wet pussy. It felt breathtakingly good. I then felt a finger run up and down my wetness until it was wet enough, then he slid it inside me. He started fingering me while I pulled my dress over my head and exposed to rest of my naked body. He climbed up on top of me and kissed me passionately. Out of nowhere, I felt his huge throbbing member rubbing on my body. As soon as I felt it I wanted it inside me. I flipped him over and straddled him, kissing his neck. I took of his tight shirt and flung it on the floor next to my dress. I kissed all the way down his body until my face was between his legs. He was huge. I couldn’t wait until I felt him inside me. I put my hand around his throbbing member and placed my lips around his tip. He moaned with enjoyment as I slid my mouth up and down, soaking him. I then got up and straddled him again, only this time, he was inside me. I slid him inside my soaking wetness and he started doing me from behind.
I enjoyed being with him, but because it was a one night stand, I felt like I didn’t want to wake up with him because he might not respect me. I made up an excuse that I had to leave. I called a cab to take me back to my car and drove home. My feelings were mixed because I think I could have really liked this guy, but didn’t want to face him sober. I know where he lives and that is it. I don’t want to show up on his door step. I may go back to the bar again, but I will watch my alcohol intake especially if I see him. I might consider going home with him again, but not under the same intoxicated circumstances….
