A Night Not To Remember.... - Sex Stories

A Night Not To Remember....

... on tap, brilliant bogs, the urinals were actually mannequins where you pissed between their legs. I mean, classy or what? The disco was fucking brilliant and there were seating booths where you could get a blow-job without anyone seeing. See what I mean? Awesome! But last Saturday it changed, last Saturday I saw HER. I dunno, it was sort of a double-take. I was coming out of the gents when I bumped head first into this, this, this GODDESS.

I wasn't looking where I was going admittedly, in fact I was adjusting my cock for maximum bulge effect which for me wasn't difficult and my face found itself shoved between what must have been the biggest tits I have ever, ever seen.

“Fuck me!” I said before I'd even looked up to see who was attached to these torpedoes that had attacked me.

“If you want” came the reply.

It sort of started at floor level, the slow but steady gaze that took in every single inch of the busty beauty before me. There was the gold high-heeled strappy shoes, the nylon covered legs that seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the flashing lights from across the crowded but suddenly seemingly empty room, the black and gold clingy dress that hugged those curvaceous hips, the enormous boobs that perched tantalisingly on the top of the strapless bra that seemed to defy gravity itself, but most of all the perfumed, beautifully made-up, coiffured and bouffanted vision that opened her deep cherry lips and said “I hope I didn't startle you?”

I'm not normally ...

... lost for words and I wasn't now, except all I could muster was “Sorry, I wasn't looking. Sorry.” Jesus, not much of a chat-up line was it?

“Never mind, next time handsome.” She breezed past me into the loo and was gone.

Suddenly the noise of the disco returned and I snapped out of what seemed like a trance.

What the fuck or who the fuck was that? My balls were suddenly on fire and my cock was straining like a rottweiler who'd just seen a burglar. Oh my fucking Christ, who was that? No way was I moving from this spot until she came out again. I found myself almost pacing, shuffling about until at last the door opened and she reappeared.

“You still here? I must have made an impression.”

I relaxed a little though still like a coiled spring in my trousers and took a chance.

“Ain't seen you here before and I would have noticed you. I'm Dean, and you are?”

“Well you're full of yourself aren't you?” she laughed, a sort of 'he's a tryer, I'll give him that' kind of laugh.

“Sally. Nice to bump into you Dean. It's my first time here so are you going to buy me a drink first?”

Her eyes didn't move at all, they were fixed on mine as she stepped forward and grabbed my cock through the obvious tent bulge in my trousers.

“Damn right” I said.

“I'll be over there, waiting.”

Her voice was like silk, like cream, like melted milk chocolate being poured into your ears.

“I'll have a large gin and lemon to get me relaxed” and she glided towards one of the private ...