Things Get A Little Frisky Part 1

The bar was busy tonight. Music thobbed its way out of the speakers, dancers shaking thier way to ecstacy on the floor. I sat at the bar. So far there hadn’t been anything interesting tonight, and I had alomst given up hope. Then, I saw her walk in. About 5″6 with long blond hair and eyes so blue fish could have been swimming in there, she was dressed to kill. Her red dress only went down a few inches from her waste, and the slit showed over half of her golden breasts. I couldn’t help but stare. Quickly, I rushed over to ask her name. “Roxanne,” she told me with a wink. “You wanna buy me a drink?” Roxanne asked me. “I’d rather make you one,” I told her. Roxanne seemed a little bit unsure about going home with someone so soon, so instead I simply lead her to a corner table. As soon as we sat down, I straddled her waist and started to dig my tongue into her mouth. I made little figure eights around her tongue with my own, swallowing her spit. Every now and then when we caught our breathe I would like her lips and playfully bite them. As I was kissing her, my hands wandered. I slowly began to rub her crotch in little circles, enjoying the obvious pleasure she was recieving from such little stimulation. I could feel her body start so shiver, and I knew she was about to come. Right before she could go over the edge, I pulled back to leave her breathless and whimpering for more. “Ready to go back to my place now?” I whispered into her ear. Her shaking body was enough of a sign.