My heels clicked against the deaden pavement as I made my way towards the sounds of grievous bass and shrill, girlish giggles. I could sense the lack of inhibitions, the innebriation and the excitement of the men who thought they would take home a mate for the night. I breathed in deep the powerful scent of alcohol, smoke and sexual excitement, knowing in my forever still heart that tonight would be a success. Making my way to the entrance of the bar I was soon to lodge in, I ran one bridge player through my wind-blown, raven pilus and adjusted my corset simultaneously. My skin-tight inglorious denim needed no correcting. I knew that I would appeal to nearly everyone in the construction with my long, coal black tomentum, creamy skin, mile-long legs, shapely physique and with child breasts, barely contained by my top. However, only one person would invoke to me tonight. I just had to find her.

Entering the institution, I flashed a sly smiling to a man standing just inside the room access, noticing as he alternated between eyeing my to the full, red lips and my boob. I moved on, scanning the occupants of the bar quickly. They were all too loud, too silly, with too many mass or simply just not attractive enough. Finally, my eyes landed on the perfective tense one. She was sitting alone at the end of the bar, absent-mindedly running her finger around the rim of her drinkable. She appeared to be deep in intellection. I made my way to the bar and seated myself a few BM down from this mystery woman, noting that she looked up in interest as I sat. I momentarily ignored her as I ordered a drink, a Bloody Mary, of course. Sipping my drink, I studied her quickly, up close for the first clip. Shorter dirty-blonde pilus, petite, smaller breasts, dressed casually in blue jean and a tank-top and pretty in a nondescript way. Absolutely naught about her stood out and she was the one I wanted.

As soon as I turned my head, I was approached by a Whitney Moore Young Jr. man in a baseball hat and a polo. `` Frat boy. '' I thought disdainfully. `` Hey, uh, can I buy you a drinking ? '' he asked eagerly, wiping his sweaty palms on his shorts as he did so. `` I have one, thanks. ``, I responded icily. If he ruined my plans for the night, I would rip out his spirit and fee it to the goddess Leinth myself. He obviously picked up on the impatience in my voice and left my incline quickly, laughing uneasily and shrugging to his chemical group of jeering friends.

When I turned back towards the nameless young woman, I saw that she had clearly witnessed the scene between the boy and I, and was now smirking slightly. I flashed a warmly smile towards her and she immediately looked down as if suddenly shy. I frowned. Obviously I was going to have to go about her. I slid gracefully off of my barstool and sat in the one following to hers. `` Since we 're both alone, we may as well maintain each other company. '' I said, in an easily detectable firty tone. She smiled and responded simply with `` I 'm Courtney. ''. With this, I regained hope and quickly told her my own `` Arianna. ''. We shook hands and I allowed my digit to declare on to hers for just a beat farseeing than normal. If she did n't cognise what I wanted by now, she was clueless. She looked surprised for a mo and then actualization dawned on her. She became much more renovate, asking me about my life, where I was from, what I did, etc. I was very shadowy, of course, but obviously my answers were good enough for her. I found out that she was 23, studying nursing, working part-time at a used bookstore, and, most importantly, very much 'into'women.

After a piece of talking, I reached over, placed my hand over hers and enquire, very softly, if she would like to leave. She nodded and we moved to exit the construction quickly. On the way out, I noticed frat kid glaring at me and shaking his head. I smiled sardonically, flipped him the finger and snaked my arm around Courtney 's waist. Out on the street, in the sudden quiet, I could feel my belly tingle with the anticipation of joy ... I 'm sure hers felt the same way. I led her to my flat, conveniently only a block away, and we continued to claver and giggle as we walked, enjoying the chilly dark air on our ( mainly her 's ) alcohol-flushed faces.

entry my home, I flipped the switch for the foyer light and politely asked her if she would wish anything to drink. When she refused, I could resist no longer. I gently pulled her towards me wrapped my hand around the back of her cervix. She moaned softly before my lips even even reached her 's. Once our lips did touch, it was gentle at first, cautious. Then we became more eager, intense, kissing with reckless unconstraint. Our tongues danced together softly, darting out occasionally to try out one another 's lips. I took her freighter lip gently between my tooth and pick ever so slightly. She was delicious. Soon, we were kicking off our brake shoe and she was unhooking my corset as I was peeling off her tank-top. We stood there for half a moment, simply admiring one another before we resumed our frenzy, unbuttoning each early 's jean and tugging them down before stepping out of our own. Now we were both completely exposed, clad only in our scanty. I pushed her against my bulwark, took her boob gently in my deal and rubbed her mamilla with my quarter round while kissing her neck opening. I delighted in the way her body arched against my own, so willing and so very wet, I 'm sure. I kissed my way down from her neck opening, bringing my face up only momentarily to meet her eager sass, and nibbled and licked my way down to her beautiful breast. Taking one nipple into my mouth while the former was still being stimulated by my hands, I sucked and licked simultaneously, twirling my tongue around while the suck made her mamilla even harder. Then I stopped and looked up at her quickly, catching her with her head thrown back and her lips slightly parted. I 'm sure the lust, desire and thirst showed in my middle as I said `` Let 's motion to the bedchamber. '' in a hoarse articulation. She merely nodded her consent and followed me as I led the way.

Reaching the bedroom, I did n't nettle with the lights, or even pulling the blankets down on the bed. I just turned around, grabbed her and hoisted her up onto the dresser. With her branch wrapped around my waistline, I resumed my oral exam assault on her breasts. Her finger found my pilus and twisted in it, bringing me up to her oral fissure to move over me a long, passionate osculation. She then held my grimace where it was and began to lick and breastfeed my on my own cervix, darting up to my earlobe and biting gently. I squeezed the part of her ass I could get to and ran my fingers down and around to her intimate thigh. Rubbing them gently with my fingertips, confining and closer to the border of her panty, teasing her and making her want the release more than anything. I finally removed her fingers from my hair and dropped to my knees, putting my grimace horizontal surface with her panty-covered slit.

I reached up and dragged the material slowly down her pelvic girdle, pulling it in a way that ensured the soft framework was rubbing against delicate shape. When the underwear was off and on the floor beside me, her bare, dodgy slit directly in front of my typeface, I paused and looked up at her. She gazed back down at me and said one, simple word that could n't accept meant more than. `` Please. ``, then she sighed and leaned her head back against the wall in expectancy. The first touch of my tongue against her sensitive folds caused her to jump and groan. `` Please Arianna, please make me cum. name me cum against your rim. Arianna, please. ``, she half moaned, half pleaded. I complied. I slowly licked the abstract of her rim, darting across the folds, avoiding her clit. I traced her dripping gob, pushing my tongue in and tasting her completely. I felt her fingers find my pilus once more and desperately try to fight my head finisher to her. I resisted, teasing her, tonguing her, flicking my spit everywhere but where she needed it. Eventually, I reached her clit, flicking it with my lingua, gentle but quickly. I continued at a steady pace, feeling her finger's breadth tighten in my whisker, her rose hip bucking to bring her pussy finisher to my glossa. Suddenly, she pushed my cheek into her pussycat and held it there, I felt her body shiver as I continued. She was moaning and panting, loosening her hold on me only once her orgasm was nearing the end.
As soon as I was able-bodied to deplumate back without disturbing her, I felt my eye dentition grow great in my mouth. Turning my head slightly, I opened my back talk and plunged them into her inner thigh, directly beside her cunt. I heard her gasp, but before she could say anything, the pain from the sudden raciness, so near the area already hypersensitive, launched her into another, stronger orgasm. I immediately tasted my reward, the thick, enticing elixir of life. I wrapped my hired man around her thigh, keeping it as close to my mouth as possible, as the sweet, coppery liquidness ran over my tongue. Once I was finished taking my own pleasure, I realized that she had been usually tranquillize. I looked up quickly, worried that I had taken too much, but my awe were quickly quelled. Her last-place orgasm had apparantly been so strong, she had immediately fallen asleep. Her dresser rose and fell with each breath and she wore a very satisfied smile.

I stroked her hair and picked her up easily, carried her to the bed and tucked the mantle around her. I then checked the black-out curtain to be trusted that there were n't any snap that would allow sunlight into the room. Satisfied, I crawled into bed myself. Courtney immediately turned over and snuggled up against me. I knew I would have to explain the bite later, but somehow ... I did n't think it would keep her from coming back .