I took the drink from the bartender, scanning the room. Sipping slowly, my eyes landed on a gorgeous man at the end of the bar. He leaned against it, laughing lightly at something the man with him said. Cocking my head to the side, I watched him for a few moments. No woman approached him, kissed him, or held onto him. He was single. I gulped down the drink and moved to the dance floor alone. The song was slow and sensuous. It would be good enough to seduce him. I moved my hips to the beat of the song, watching him closely. Once our eyes locked he was mine. He stopped drinking the beer in his hand and didn’t listen to his friends. He watched me. I turned so he only saw my back and continued moving my hips in such a mesmerizing way. I wasn’t surprised when I felt hands slide down my waist, resting on the fullest part of my body. I leaned back, his muscular body pressed into mine. He inhaled the scent of my hair, moving his hands to my trimmed tummy. I could feel the hardness growing in his pants.
“What your name?” he asked.
“No names,” I whispered, grinding my ass into him.
“Does it matter?”
He leaned his head down toward my neck, his lips lightly grazing my skin. I tilted it to the side so he had more access to my neck.
“You smell amazing.”
“Yes. I know.”
“I’ve never seen you here before,” he said.
“You just haven’t looked hard enough,” I replied.
His hands traveled to the exposed skin on my legs slowly moving my dress up my thighs.
“Where?” he asked.
I grabbed his hand and led him out to the cool night air. The lights of Southside illuminated the night. Music blared from the various bars and clubs along the street. Cars were bumper to bumper at all the red lights.
Where to take him?
Leading him down the street, I made a quick right into a full, yet deserted parking lot. Looking for the tallest SUV, I pushed him against it, pressing my lips hard to his. My tongue coaxed his lips open, gently playing with his mouth. His breath tasted of whisky and beer. Not my favorite but I could stomach the taste. He reached up to my breasts, grabbing and squeezing them.
What is he doing? Fondling me? What is he twelve?
“Stop it,” I commanded.
“You’re not a horny teenager. You’re a man. Act like it.”
I moved his hand to the hem of my dress, allowing him to push it up over my ass. He groaned as he ran his hand between the wetness between my thighs. I unzipped his pants, pulling out the monster cock that hid within.
“That’s impressive,” I said, eyeing my toy for the time being.
I grabbed the shaft and stroked the already hardening dick. Chewing my bottom lip I wanted to feel it inside me. As if he read my mind he spun me around so I was face first on the strange car. Using his knee, he spread my legs and rubbed the head against my wet pussy. In one quick thrust he was inside me. The giant cock felt amazing sliding in and out. He reached down and lifted one of my legs in the air, ramming himself inside me harder and faster. He buried his face in my hair, attempting to muffle his groans and moans. I pressed my lips into a fine line, trying not to scream out. His body stiffened as his climax neared. A smile crept across my lips as I felt his hot cum in me.
He pulled out and attempted to hug me. I pulled my panties up, brushing him off, and walked away.
“Hey! Where are you going?” he asked.
“Home. To fuck my husband now.”
Alexa Night is a published Pittsburgh author. She uses the pen name Alexa Night to separate her genres. A lover of all things written, she’s really adapted to erotica in the past year.