Story 24 #2
And then she’d be on her knees. She’d suck on his cock to show him just how much she wanted him as well, feeling that big, hard cock pushing all the way into her mouth, pushing past her soft lips till it hit the back of her throat.
She thought about him thrusting into her, fucking her mouth.
She thought about him pulling out at the last second and then cumming all over her face, her breasts.
Then, she wouldn’t even clean it off her.
He’d drag her out of the shower, through to their bedroom, and push her down on the bed, both of them still wet but not caring about the sheets, completely caught up in this moment.
He'd be on his knees on the floor then, pushing her legs apart, licking at her as her body shook on the bed, the pleasure reaching whole new levels as his tongue teased her, played with her. She would know then just how much he desired her, as well as just how much he wanted to pleasure her.
She thought about how good it would feel when the tip of his tongue teased her clit.
And she’d still have his cum on her face. She’d feel it there, and her tongue would dart out searching for it, wanting to taste him.
Then, he'd climb up onto the bed, moving between her legs. He'd be hard again, ready to go again, and she'd spread her legs, pulling her knees up, wanting him inside her, needing him.
He’d push his cock into her and she’d quiver with delight, feeling how it stretched her out.
He’d hold himself deep inside her for a moment, and then he’d start thrusting.
She thought about how long he’d be able to go, now that he’d had that initial release of her sucking his cock and then cumming in her face.
She thought about how wonderful it would be to be fucked slowly, then to be fucked hard as he built up the pace.
She wondered how many times he could make her orgasm doing this.
She thought about how she would feel at the end - completely spent, lying there on the bed, panting.
She’d have to go and have another shower at some point, of course, but that didn’t matter. That wasn’t important. He’d have released something deep within himself, and now she would never let him put it away again.
But that hadn’t been how it had gone at all.
She lay there in the bath fantasizing about it, and she felt her hand creeping beneath the water, playing with herself.
It felt good, but she knew that there was something better out there - something that would fulfill her in ways that her own touch couldn’t, and in ways that Stewart seemed unwilling or unable to do.
It wasn’t long after that when she decided to break up with him.
She needed something different in her life.
A part of her had been toying with the idea that, as soon as she was single, she would have no trouble finding herself a new man. But she had struggled to throw herself back into her old life.
So, at last, she had given in to Chloe's constant suggestions that they go out together.
Emma kept trying to work out just how long it had been since she'd been to a bar like this one, and she started to feel slightly nervous. What if things had changed? What if everyone there was younger than her and she ended up looking ridiculous?
One way that she relieved her nerves was by choosing her outfit.
In the end, she went for a black skirt - tight enough to show the contours of her ass and thighs while also being short enough to show off her toned legs - and a tight, low-cut top that showed off her breasts. She wasn’t putting herself on display as such, but she was wearing clothes that she thought showed off her best attributes, helping her to feel more confident about this night out.
The top that she was wearing was also cut in such a way that it showed flashes of her midriff. It would offer a teasing glance while also showing off how toned she was.
At last, she was ready.
Chloe was coming by in a taxi to pick her up, and she kept checking the time to see if Chloe was running late or not.
In the end, Chloe arrived right on time.
Emma heard the car horn outside, and then she took one last, deep breath before leaving the house.
“Here we go, then,” she said to herself.
Then, she left the house and got into the back of the cab with her friend.
Chloe looked at her from the window as she walked to the cab, and then commented when she got inside, “Looking good, Emma, looking good!”
Emma smiled at her and complimented her outfit as well. Chloe was wearing a tight red dress that showed off her figure. She had a laid-back confidence that had something of a calming effect on Emma, who started to feel more confident about this whole situation as they drew nearer to the bar.
When they got there, there was a queue outside.
“Guess we’ll have to wait a while, then,” Emma said as she headed to the back of the queue.
"Oh no, we won't," Chloe said.
She took her friend’s hand and led her to the front of the queue.
The bouncer glanced up for a moment, and then his look of disinterest changed to one of appreciation. He looked them both up and down.
“In you go, ladies,” he said, ushering them inside. Emma’s confidence took another boost from that.
Emma thought that there would be some protests from the people in the queue, but Chloe reassured her.
“All the guys are making a mental note that they want to come and find us, and all the women are making a mental note that they need to try harder,” she said. Emma couldn’t help but think that the statement seemed somewhat arrogant, but she had to admire her friend’s confidence at the same time.
The bar was already busy when they got inside.
They made their way to the bar and got drinks.
More people came into the bar. Soon, it was packed, and it was hard for them to hear one another over the noise.
“Come on,” Chloe shouted in Emma’s ear, “let’s go and have a dance!”
Before Emma could respond or voice any protest, Chloe had taken hold of her hand and dragged her over onto the dance floor.
It was even more packed there, and their bodies were pushed together. Emma felt other bodies, strangers’ bodies, pushing up against her. She looked around at the crowd, lost in her own thoughts for just a moment, feeling a rush of excitement at being here, being surrounded by life. She felt the thrill of jumping into the unknown, where anything could happen.
However, when she turned to look back at Chloe, wanting to try and convey some of the excitement that she was feeling, she saw that her friend was gone.
The crowd was moving all the time, and Chloe had gotten swept up in it, taken away.
Emma looked around, hoping to catch sight of her, but she couldn’t see her.
She saw a space where there seemed to be a bit more room, and she made her way over there, wanting to catch her breath.
Now, she was dancing on her own. She was happy just to be there, feeling so full of life. She wasn’t even thinking about men.
However, that all changed when she turned and found herself face to face with a man who made her stop in her tracks.
He looked as though he was older than her - maybe in his mid-thirties. She thought that he seemed slightly old to be in a place like this, and yet at the same time, he seemed to fit in perfectly.
He stood out in the crowd immediately. It was not just the fact that he was tall and well-built, with broad shoulders that seemed as though they could barge through the crowd if they had to, and a large, powerful chest that seemed to strain at the expensive-looking shirt that he was wearing. His arms also looked big, but she didn’t have much time to focus on them, as her gaze was drawn to his face.
He was absolutely gorgeous. He had green eyes that seemed as though they could look right into her soul, a strong jawline, a thin nose, and a smile that seemed both arrogant and yet charming in its own way. His hair was short and dark brown.
Their eyes met, and she felt as though she was lost immediately.
He moved closer to him. He looked even more handsome up close like this. He also seemed much bigger. He seemed to dominate the space that he was in, and she felt as though he could dominate her. The idea excited her.
“Hi,” he said, loud enough to be heard over the music, “Paul.”
“Emma,” she replied, “nice to meet you!”
He nodded slightly and moved in closer.
He put a hand on her waist, and then they were dancing together, their bodies coming closer, pushing together.
She gyrated in time to the music, rubbing herself against him, feeling how strong his body felt.
His hand on her waist slid around behind her, resting on the small of her back, close to her ass. A part of her wanted the hand to move down further. His thumb was stroking her skin at the point between where her top stopped and her skirt started. It was a small gesture of intimacy that felt wonderful.
Their eyes were locked together. She felt as though the crowd had faded away and they were the only two people in the room.
Then, he leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips.
She felt her heart beat faster as his lips brushed against hers.
Then, he pulled back to look into her eyes, wanting to see what her reaction would be to the kiss.
She smiled at him, feeling as though she was in a dream.
He leaned down and kissed her again, longer this time, and their tongues came together as she wrapped her arms around his head.
Now, his hand did slide down to her ass, his fingers brushing over it lightly.
She pushed herself against him, wanting more of this.
Then, he suddenly stopped kissing her. Someone had tapped him on the shoulder.
Emma tensed for a moment, wondering if this would be some drunk guy trying to start a fight.
“Oh, hello,” Paul said, turning to the other man, “Mitch, I’d like you to meet my new friend Emma. Emma, this is Mitch.”
She looked at the newcomer. He had a similar build to Paul - slightly shorter and slightly stockier, but not by much. He was ruggedly handsome, with sandy blonde hair that came down past his ears, blue eyes, and an easy smile.
"Well, hello," he said. He looked her up and down, making no effort to hide the fact that he was checking her out, "Very nice. Very nice indeed."