Torrie's Year - Sex Stories

Torrie's Year

... night. "Hi," He smiled. "My name is Ronnie, care to dance?" "Hi," Torrie paused, trying to remember her own name. He was very tall, 6'6," and extremely muscular. She could see he must be huge through his suit. His cologne making her slightly flustered, she eventually told him her name. "I'm Torrie." She looked over to friends, watching them chat amongst themselves, not really paying attention to her, "Sure, let's dance." Over the next several minutes, Torrie found herself further and further way from her friends, following the black man leading her through the crowd. Finally finding a spot on the other side of the large hall, they danced and chatted for several songs. She learned he was only in town for a week, specifically for this event and for other business. "So what do you do?" Ronnie asked. "Oh, I work at a jewelry store," Torrie shrugged. "I see, well I'm guessing you probably have the best sales out of anyone there," Ronnie flirted, his large hands on Torrie's waist. The feeling she felt, coupled with the images of the black boys from her son's school that day were intoxicating. She blamed it on the wine, which literally had her close to being fairly intoxicated. "Why do you say that?" She asked. "Well, I mean, come on. A gorgeous blonde like you, you probably have all the men buy engagement rings way out of their price range," Ronnie laughed. Torrie laughed back, blushing again, "Thanks," she whispered. "That was your husband that left earlier wasn't it?" Ronnie ...

... asked. "Oh, yeah. He was on call and an emergency came up," Torrie explained, the slightest touch of frustration in her response. "I see. You are too young and wild, so you didn't want to leave the party early," Ronnie teased. Torrie laughed loudly, "I don't know about that. But you're right, I wasn't ready to leave just yet." "Good," Ronnie winked at her. Torrie chuckled, glancing around the room once more to find her neighbors. Before she could find them, the music changed to a more hip hop song and Ronnie, grabbing her waist, spun her around so her back was facing him. Torrie was taken by surprise, but something strange happened. She had never danced like this before. It was as though instincts kicked in, causing her to grind her butt against Ronnie's crotch. They were dancing in quite a racy fashion when she felt it. Her eyes widened, she looked around for her friends, not seeing them, realizing what she felt against her butt. She didn't see anyone she knew around her. Her guard came down, she began relaxing more, really getting into the music, sliding her butt up and down a long erection. It felt amazing. Her mouth was hanging open after she mouthed "wow." Torrie felt incredibly naughty at this point. She looked to her tummy upon feeling his large black hand come to a rest there. Ronnie was pumping his hips up and down meeting Torrie's grinding butt. One final glance around the room, not seeing anyone she knew, not caring about her ride home, and Torrie let loose. They were ...