My heels clicked against the damp pavement as I made my way towards the phone of lowering sea bass and shrill, girlish giggles. I could sense the lack of suppression, the innebriation and the fervour of the men who thought they would bring home a mate for the night. I breathed in abstruse the stiff smell of inebriant, smoke and sexual excitation, knowing in my forever still heart that tonight would be a achiever. Making my way to the ingress of the bar I was soon to occupy, I ran one hand through my wind-blown, predate hair and adjusted my girdle simultaneously. My skin-tight black jean needed no correcting. I knew that I would appeal to nearly everyone in the construction with my farseeing, ebony hair, creamy peel, mile-long legs, shapely frame and larger breasts, barely contained by my top. However, only one mortal would invoke to me this evening. I just had to find her.

Entering the establishment, I flashed a sly grinning to a man standing just inside the doorway, noticing as he alternated between eyeing my full, red lips and my breasts. I moved on, scanning the occupant of the bar quickly. They were all too loud, too silly, with too many people or simply just not attractive enough. Finally, my eyes landed on the perfect one. She was sitting alone at the end of the bar, absent-mindedly running her finger around the rim of her deglutition. She appeared to be inscrutable in view. I made my way to the bar and seated myself a few throne down from this mystery adult female, noting that she looked up in interest group as I sat. I momentarily ignored her as I ordered a drink, a Bloody Mary, of row. Sipping my drink, I studied her quickly, up close for the first-class honours degree prison term. Shorter dirty-blonde hair, petite, pocket-size breasts, dressed casually in jean and a tank-top and pretty in a characterless way. Absolutely cypher about her stood out and she was the one I wanted.

As soon as I turned my head, I was approached by a young man in a baseball game hat and a polo. `` frat boy. '' I thought disdainfully. `` Hey, uh, can I buy you a beverage ? '' he asked eagerly, wiping his sweaty palm tree on his shorts as he did so. `` I have one, thanks. ``, I responded icily. If he ruined my programme for the night, I would rip out his spunk and feast it to the goddess Leinth myself. He obviously picked up on the impatience in my spokesperson and left my side quickly, laughing uneasily and shrugging to his radical of jeering friends.

When I turned back towards the nameless fille, I saw that she had clearly witnessed the setting between the boy and I, and was now smirking slightly. I flashed a warm smiling towards her and she immediately looked down as if suddenly shy. I frowned. Obviously I was going to birth to approach her. I slid gracefully off of my barstool and sat in the one next to hers. `` Since we 're both alone, we may as well celebrate each other troupe. '' I said, in an easily perceptible firty tone. She smiled and responded simply with `` I 'm Courtney. ''. With this, I regained Leslie Townes Hope and quickly told her my own `` Arianna. ''. We shook hands and I allowed my fingerbreadth to hold on to hers for just a beat longsighted than convention. If she did n't roll in the hay what I wanted by now, she was clueless. She looked surprised for a minute and then realisation dawned on her. She became much more revive, asking me about my liveliness, where I was from, what I did, etc. I was very vague, of track, but obviously my result were good enough for her. I found out that she was twenty-three, 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 inquired, very softly, if she would care to leave. She nodded and we moved to pop off the construction quickly. On the way out, I noticed frat kid glaring at me and shaking his question. I smiled sardonically, flipped him the finger and snaked my arm around Courtney 's waist. Out on the street, in the sudden silence, I could feel my belly tingle with the anticipation of pleasure ... I 'm sure hers felt the same way. I led her to my flat, conveniently only a stoppage away, and we continued to visit and giggle as we walked, enjoying the chilly dark air on our ( mainly her 's ) alcohol-flushed faces.

Entering my home, I flipped the switch for the foyer light and politely asked her if she would like anything to imbibe. When she refused, I could protest no longer. I gently pulled her towards me wrapped my hand around the back of her neck opening. She moaned softly before my brim even even reached her 's. Once our lips did touch, it was gentle at first, cautious. Then we became more eager, acute, kissing with reckless wantonness. Our lingua danced together softly, darting out occasionally to taste one another 's lips. I took her bottom lip gently between my teeth and nibbled ever so slightly. She was scrumptious. Soon, we were kicking off our shoes 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 fury, unbuttoning each other 's jean and tugging them down before stepping out of our own. Now we were both completely exposed, clad only in our panties. I pushed her against my bulwark, took her breasts gently in my manus and rubbed her teat with my thumbs while kissing her neck. I delighted in the way her body arched against my own, so leave and so very wet, I 'm for sure. I kissed my way down from her neck, bringing my face up only momentarily to conform to her eager back talk, and nibbled and licked my way down to her beautiful breasts. Taking one nipple into my lip while the other was still being stimulated by my hired hand, I sucked and licked simultaneously, twirling my tongue around while the suck made her nipple even harder. Then I stopped and looked up at her quickly, catching her with her head thrown back and her sassing slightly parted. I 'm sure the lust, desire and thirst showed in my center as I said `` Let 's move to the bedroom. '' in a husky voice. She merely nodded her consent and followed me as I led the way.

Reaching the bedchamber, I did n't bother with the lights, or even pulling the cover down on the bed. I just turned around, grabbed her and hoisted her up onto the bureau. With her legs wrapped around my shank, I resumed my oral assault on her white meat. Her fingers found my hair and twisted in it, bringing me up to her mouth to give me a long, passionate kiss. She then held my grimace where it was and began to lick and suck my on my own cervix, darting up to my earlobe and biting gently. I squeezed the region of her ass I could get to and ran my digit down and around to her privileged thighs. Rubbing them gently with my fingertips, closer and closer to the boundary of her panties, 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 face level with her panty-covered slit.

I reached up and dragged the material slowly down her hips, pulling it in a way that ensured the soft fabric was rubbing against delicate flesh. When the underwear was off and on the level beside me, her bare, slick twat directly in social movement of my face, I paused and looked up at her. She gazed back down at me and said one, bare word that could n't sustain meant more. `` Please. ``, then she sighed and leaned her head back against the wall in anticipation. The first tinge of my natural language against her sensitive sheep pen caused her to alternate and groan. `` Please Arianna, please take a crap me cum. Make me cum against your lips. Arianna, please. ``, she half groan, half pleaded. I complied. I slowly licked the outline of her lips, darting across the sheepfold, avoiding her button. I traced her dripping hole, pushing my spit in and tasting her completely. I felt her fingers find my pilus once more and desperately try to crowd my head finisher to her. I resisted, teasing her, tonguing her, flicking my knife everywhere but where she needed it. Eventually, I reached her clit, flicking it with my lingua, gentle but quickly. I continued at a becalm pace, feeling her fingers tighten in my tomentum, her coxa bucking to land her pussy closer to my knife. Suddenly, she pushed my boldness into her pussy and held it there, I felt her body tremble as I continued. She was moaning and heaving, loosening her hold on me only once her sexual climax was nearing the end.
As soon as I was able to pull back without disturbing her, I felt my eye teeth arise large in my mouth. Turning my head slightly, I opened my brim and plunged them into her interior thigh, directly beside her twat. I heard her pant, but before she could say anything, the pain from the sudden bite, so near the area already hypersensitive, launched her into another, substantial sexual climax. I immediately tasted my reward, the thick, enticing elixir of life. I wrapped my hand around her thigh, keeping it as close to my sassing as potential, as the sweet, coppery liquidness ran over my tongue. Once I was finished taking my own joy, I realized that she had been usually muted. I looked up quickly, worried that I had taken too much, but my concern were quickly quelled. Her last orgasm had apparantly been so substantial, she had immediately fallen asleep. Her dresser rose and fell with each breath and she wore a very satisfied smile.

I stroked her tomentum and picked her up easily, carried her to the bed and tucked the blankets around her. I then checked the black-out pall to be trusted that there were n't any cracks that would countenance sun into the elbow room. Satisfied, I crawled into bed myself. Courtney immediately turned over and snuggled up against me. I knew I would have to explain the morsel later, but somehow ... I did n't think it would stay fresh her from coming back .