The Ears Have It - Sex Stories

The Ears Have It

... different universities, and I cried for days afterwards. As they say, though, as one door closes, another one opens. I had a few girlfriends at Uni, but none of them lived up to my secret desires regarding the aural shell. It wasn't until I was twenty three that I finally met the girl of my dreams. I was a nightclub with some friends when I first saw her. She was talking to someone at the bar when I went to get my round in, and I was stunned at how beautiful she looked. She was around five foot two, slim, very pretty and a nice rack. She wore a loose fitting long-sleeved top and tight jeans. But what made her perfect was her gamin look, and her adorable ears. Slightly pointed at the top with low, tantalising lobes with small pearl studs in that I could suck on for days. I forgot my drinks and just stared at her, totally smitten. I saw her look past the woman she was talking to at me, and I felt a wave of pure pleasure pass over my body as she smiled when she caught my eye. In a trance, I moved to the bar to try and calm down. While I was trying to catch the barman's eye, I felt a gentle hand on my elbow. I turned to see the gorgeous creature that I'd just been staring at. "Hey, how are you?" she asked pleasantly. "Good, thanks," I seemed to mumble. I swear, I was so taken by her that I could hardly speak, let alone make any sense. "I haven't seen you in here before," she said. "This is my first time here," I managed to stammer out. "Oh, well, that explains it," she said with ...

... a slight laugh. The conversation seemed to run dry at that point, and I tried hard to think of something reasonably intelligent to make her stay. "Would you like a drink?" was all I could come up with. Yes, that's me. Sparkling repartee. Well, what would you say if the love of your life suddenly introduced themselves and, by their manner and body language, indicated that they were interested? It's a lot harder than you think, especially with a few drinks inside you, so please, don't judge. "Thanks. I'll have a rum and coke please." I ordered our drinks and then asked her to wait while I took my friends theirs. When I got back to her, she was leaning back on the bar, her drink in her hand. We chatted for a while, and my nervousness soon wore off. She told me her name was Caroline, she was twenty one, and that she was from Kent. She worked part-time in a boutique in town while she went to evening classes. I told her a little about myself, and we seemed to get on really well. After a while, I asked if she wanted to dance, and we finished our drinks and hit the floor. She was a fabulous dancer, so elegant and yet so sexy. Every now and then she'd dance really close to me, sometimes rubbing herself against me, semi-provocatively, and I had all on controlling the urge to just snog her there and then. We had a couple of dances then went and got another drink. Then we went back to the dance floor. This happened a couple of times, and after the third drink, I grabbed her by the hand ...