On the Prowl - Sex Stories

On the Prowl

Kristen is a very attractive 25 year old woman, she is bitter towards men because of previous relationships. I want her, she is my new flight attendent on my private jet. She has made her off limits, therefore my mind is open to being with her. Kristen is intrigued by me, I have this edge about me that is scary and forceful. She has found herself at times watching me, wondering what being with me would be like. But the thoughts never last long. Why wonder about what she can't have, right? The scene is a happening place in Dallas. Dark colors cross and mingle as Kristen sits on a stool at the bar sipping a drink. The place is packed, drinks are being slopped and laughter is in the air. The music is loud so conversation is difficult but Kristen doesn't care, she isn't looking to engage in any. There are pairings and threesomes scattered around enjoying plenty of kissing and Kristen watches. This is her second drink and she has turned down 2 offers to go somewhere "private." " Private" would be a bathroom stall or a dark corner where her mini skirt can be hiked up and some lucky stud can avail himself of her feminine treasures. That's what she wants, a good fuck. The fire is burning inside her tonight and the displays of affection are adding fuel to the heat. I see her and wind my way towards her. I give her a raised eyebrow and she gives me a surprised look. She recognizes me, I'm wearing black pants and black shirt. As I get closer she smiles, she crosses her legs slowly ...

... flashing me a generous view of her upper thighs, the air hitting her bald pussy making it tingle all the more and she clamps her legs tightly to control herself. " He is the one tonight", she thinks to herself. My dark shape blocks her view. She is expecting me to move but I don't and she looks up annoyed at having her view blocked. I peer at her, arrogant, and full of confidence. I'm wearing a black turtle neck shirt. Kristen clenches unconsciously, this man has an instant power over her just by staring into her eyes. My eyes are a green color, offset by gray hair. My voice is deep and melodic, the moment I speak she feels her pussy starting to moisten. " John." She gushes. " Dance!" It is more of a command than a question, and Kristen follows me onto the packed dance floor. The beat of the music pounds through the floor, making her breasts vibrate, compelling her body to gyrate to it. I'm full of energy but I control my movements with a grace that belies my size. My broad six foot frame towers over her as I offer my hand as I lead her into spins that should not have been possible in such short space. There is a strong sexual energy on the floor, the limited space is forcing incidental and a lot of intentional contact. Kristen is uncomfortable, the vibration, movement and heat has her body and mind in out of sync with the musically driven crowd. I spin her around drawing her into me so her back is rubbing against my chest. I hold her close to me and she dances as one. Her pussy ...