The Night That Changed My Life Forever - Sex Stories

The Night That Changed My Life Forever

... some bright red lipstick. The days dragged by until Friday finally arrived. I arrived at the bar early that evening. I had lots of guys hitting on me and offering to buy me drinks. Then just as one of them was getting a real hard on, Jock walked in. He came over to me, gazed down my tank top for a moment and said "Thanks for coming Becky." He then walked over to the guy he played pool with last week. It was pretty common knowledge that there were frequently some pretty big bets riding on some of the games. Of course no one ever saw any money being exchanged, this was a gentleman’s game and betting was illegal. I overheard someone at the bar say that there was $10,000 riding on this one game. Jock walked over to the guy he played with last week, they talked for a minute, then shook hands and racked up the balls. This time he wore what appeared to be a custom tailored pair of super skinny jeans. This time there was little doubt that this was the guy who was blessed by the sex gods. What he had in those jeans was a real behemoth. I could not take my eyes off his jeans. Meanwhile, Jock paid attention to his game, only glancing over occasionally, never smiling or recognizing me. After the game, Jock once again went over to the bar and wrote another a note. He walked over to me as I stared at the behemoth in those skinny jeans and said, “You will do,” and handed me a note. As he left, I read the note, “Be at 120 Oceanside Drive Tuesday at 10:00 PM ”. God, the nerve of this guy, he ...

... has never talked to me and he wants me to come to his place? I was not sure where Oceanside Drive was, so I punched it into my GPS and followed the directions. It turned out to be in a very exclusive part of town, many of the homes were built on a bluff overlooking the ocean. His place had a large circular driveway, a five-car garage and looked like a small castle. Seeing his place made me feel better about him. He obviously has money. He probably just did not want to be seen picking me up at a bar. I thought to myself, "I bet when I get to know him he will be a perfect gentleman." I tried on dozens of outfits trying to decide what to wear. I did not know what he liked so that was of little help. I was pretty sure that he liked my tank top. Judging from the fabrics that his pants and shirts were made of, he liked very sheer black materials with a lot of stretch. In the end I selected a simple little black dress. It was cut quite low in front and barely covered the area around my nipples. The material was very clingy and made the most of my curves. I selected a pair of large hoop earrings that were diamond studded. I selected a heart shaped necklace with diamond inserts. I selected a chain that allowed the heart to dangle just above the cleavage of my breasts. I put on a good amount of perfume and some ultra red wet look lipstick. I figured that if this guy was as rich as he seemed, it would probably take a lot to get his attention. When I arrived the door was ajar, I knocked ...