I can remember the 90s fondly, good music, good fun and it was when i finally got old enough to drink. One night i entered a local dance club and saw a lovely lady in a dress sitting at the bar talking to a female friend. Casually, i walked up, ordered a Zima trying to be cool, yeah, Zima remember that? The girl was a lovely brunette with red lipstick, heels and looked very classy. Almost like the sort of girl i figured might not give me the time of day because i was a regular joe. Overhearing her conversation with her friend i found out she was from out of state just visiting a friend, but i hoped i could still have some chance with her if i was lucky.
After starting my second drink i noticed her friend got dragged on to the dance floor by some guy and then the girl turned and we exchanged pleasantries. As we were talking i asked her, how are you tonight Gina? She looked semi surprised and said with a raised eyebrow, do i know you? No, you don’t, but i heard your friend call you that soooo. We both laughed and then i asked her, so what do you do for work? I am a toy buyer she exclaimed, what is that i say? Then, she goes on a long story about what she does, how she does it and whether she wants to keep doing it. To be honest, i couldn’t focus on a word she was saying, she kept moving her legs and every time she did i heard the silky smooth sound of pantyhose and i kept drifting off into space staring at those luscious red lips that i started to imagine kissing, touching and those lips sucking around my cock.
Every so often i would agree with her or nod without even hearing half of what she was saying. Then, she asked me what i do. I explained that i worked as a mover in an auction house, while it was grunt work for the most part, it was also a grade A education in business. I really learned a lot about millionaires, buying low/sell high and how easily is to not only make money, but lose it.
Eventually, a song came on we both liked, so noticing my opportunity, when she gave notice she liked this ballad, i pounced on what could be my only chance and asked her to dance. She accepted and we danced, looked into each other’s eyes and then kind of held each other intimately. Then, when it ended we went back to the bar and her friend was now drinking a scorpion bowl with her boyfriend laughing hysterically. So, i offered to buy her one, and though she had to be nudged into it a little, but she did finally say yes. We drank and talked and it felt like i met a potential partner, she was everything i wanted in a girl. Then, after we finished the bowl, i noticed she was very tipsy, and just about four sheets to the wind! Another ballad played, and we held each other again, and as i touched her back, she kind of moaned softly and said, oh that feels gooooooood.
I tried to hide it, but could feel an erection building in my pants. i tried to pull slightly away from her to let it cool down, praying that she did not notice and think i was a total creep. But, too late, she not only knew about it, she pulled me closer and reached down to rub it! Passionately we started kissing and i was realizing she getting more and more horny by the second.
Soon, she was sucking on my neck, stroking my cock, and the smell of her perfume was driving me overboard. I waited until the DJ had turned away from us and turned my back to everyone else and quickly rubbed her excited vag. through her dress. She responded with a passionate, tender kiss. I then whsipered in her ear, wanna do it in the men’s room? i figured she would probably say no, but also figured what the hell, why not try? Then, i was right, she did say no, but surprised me by saying, let’s go in the ladies room! So she dragged me toward the restroom, and when nobody was looking took me into a stall. Then, soon as we entered i lifted her dress, slid aside her panties and started fingering her deeply. She was so wet already, i guss the booze and the dancing, kissing, rubbing and music had gotten her all worked up and ready for me.
The kissing started and she said, sit down and pull it out! Then, she quickly went to sit on it and i slowly slid inside that hot, warm, wet pussy in one slow stroke to the hilt! After about three strokes i said dam, i wanted so bad to see your red lipstick sucking on me. She whispered back, well, ok, let me have a taste then? She, she knelt down, sucked it for about five long, slow strokes, her wet mouth just teasing, exploring and making my heart beat faster. The best was the last two sucks, she looked right up into my eyes and i could see those red lips engulfing the head of my manhood. Ohhhhhh baby, i want you said!! She climbed back on top of me, and after two strokes i heard a girl entering in the stall next door to us, it was her friend Jenni, hurry up you two! We both half giggled and started to pump faster.
i grabbed her hips, the skin so soft, the body so inviting and started to pump her for all i was worth. Where do you want it exclaimed? Inside of me babe, its ok, im on the pill, do it! Oh, oh oh, i exclaimed, im almost there, it feels so fucking good, ohhhhh, god it feels good i said. Yes, yes, come inside me babe, do it, do it!!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh im cumming ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It was then i heard an older woman in the mirror swearing that we were fucking in the stall and i realized we better hightail it out of there fast. When we got back to the bar, her friend had to call them a cab and they picked up their car the next day, they were FAR too smashed to drive. Gina wrote her number on a napkin and i was so estatic, i literally thought i have found my soulmate. A beautiful, intelligent, well dressed woman who was totally into me. She gave me one last kiss, tender, and soft and then said goodbye. Honestly, half drunk, i already couldn’t wait to see her again.
Then it happened, i hungry after they left, ordered some mozzerella sticks with marinara sauce. Most of the bars here have them as a nice little snack and wouldn’t you know it, i had some sauce dribbling off my chin. What did i do? I being still buzzed from the booze accidentally wiped my face with the napkin that had Gina’s number on it. While i had the area code and the first two numbers, the next four-five were a complete smudge. I went back to that bar nearly every other week for six months and Gina never showed up again, and in my drunken stupidity, i wiped her number off the napkin. Oh well, at least i have a great memory of one wonderful night.