I went out this weekend for the first time in a long time. We are enjoying one of the last warm weekends for the next 8 months (yay Canada), a good DJ is touring and I was in the mood for a drink of two. In short, the conditions were perfect for a hot night on the town.

When I go out I like to dress up – high heels, tight dresses, make up and hair done. I want you to look at me and like what you see. I go out to dance and this bar had a great vibe. The floor was full but not crowded and the DJ was playing tracks that made you move.

I spotted him at a nearby table and smiled when our eyes met. Game on. I kept glancing over hoping to see that he was checking me out and I wasn’t disappointed. He couldn’t keep his eyes off me as I swayed to the beat of the music. I flirted that way for a while, dancing more and more seductively until I had given up hope that he would come over. I had had a few drinks and I was having a pretty good time all by myself. My hips became one with the baseline as I moved my hands up and down my body, caressing my best assets, feeling sexy. I looked up and suddenly he was there.

He threw some clichés at me and I got bored quickly. I hate small talk and I don’t do pick up lines so, I decided to take control. I grabbed him by the hand and lead him deeper on to the dance floor. He had two left feet so I had to lead. Grinding my ass on to his cock, I felt him get hard. I guided his hand along the length of my body until they reached my wet pussy. We danced like this for a while, with me teasing him and getting closer to climax until neither of us could take it anymore.

Glances were exchanged and it was his turn to take my hand. He lead me up several flights of stairs in to a small bathroom at the back of the venue. We bashed in to the door as we kissed passionately. I dropped to my knees and pulled down his pants, desperately wanting to feel his cock in my throat. He was already rock hard. All for me.

I sucked him hungrily, taking special care not to neglect his balls with my tongue. The dirty bathroom floor was hurting my knees but I didn’t care. That look in a man’s eyes when they are enjoying my oral skills makes me forget everything around me. Once he was dripping with my spit I started working him up and down with my hand to the beat of the music from down below. I forced him deeper in to my throat until I was gagging up thick slimy spit all over him, dripping down my face on to my tits in my low cut dress. I stopped for a moment to look up and appreciate my handiwork.

“More?” I asked coyly.

He just groaned and grabbed the back of my head, forcing his cock all the way down my throat. I could feel his strength as he finally let his animalistic side take control. Fuck my face. Harder. Harder. Make me gag. Come on!! I felt the warm wetness as I tasty his salty treat. Yum. I love a good night out at the club.

“Can I get your number?” He asked

I smiled as I walked away without a word.