Making Out
By
Gwendolyn Cummings
Copyright 2012 by Gwendolyn Cummings
Published by Gwendolyn Cummings on Smashwords
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Chapter One
Melissa Holland sat at the end of the bar, sipped on her drink, and watched him, watching her. He had been sitting there for a half-hour, sipping on his drink, and hadn’t moved from the spot. He was handsome with his dark chocolate eyes and full lips perfectly fitting beneath his sexy scruff. His hair was dark, and sat attractively just below his ears. She hadn’t seen him standing, but she knew he was tall. She could just tell. His ripped muscles were evident, even through the long sleeves that covered his arms. His pale shirt, with the first three top buttons undone, and pushed away from his neck revealed his bare, male chest, and it was just the kind of chest she liked. Melissa without thought licked her lips as she stared at the stranger. She only withdrew her lusty stare when she saw him catching her staring. She took up her glass of wine and finished the last sips of it when the bartender pushed another one in front of her while retrieving the empty one from her.
“I didn’t order this,” She said in a polite tone while pushing the glass to him.
“The gentleman in the peach shirt, at the end of the bar sent it to you,” The bartender replied with a wide grin, and pushed it back to her. “Enjoy, Ma’am.”
“Hmm, thanks, I believe I will.” She picked the glass up and smiled at the bartender. She tilted the glass toward the dark-hair stranger, and mouthed, “Thank you.”
He smiled softly and slowly nodded as he finished his own drink, and ordered another one for himself. He sipped the next drink just as slowly as he had the first, and continued giving Melissa his own lusty stares. He obviously liked the low-cut lime green dress that Melissa was wearing, covering only her nipples.
Melissa really liked this dress. It was silk and it tied around the neck, and the stretch material at the breast area allowed the person wearing it to adjust the covering as much or as little of their choosing. She always chose the latter, of course. She’d wear it on special occasions, and tonight was very special to her; this was the most special of all occasions. She was here to meet men. She’d been divorced for two years, and decided that it was time to start dating again. Maybe, she’d even get lucky, and have sex tonight; yea, right. She knew she wouldn’t be so bold as to fuck a total stranger that she’d just met. That would be too daring and dangerous for her. Still, she quickly noted that should she leave without any kind of contact with him, she might not ever see him again, and that would be a damn shame. He was indeed the most handsome, sexy man that she’d ever met. And her curiosity was eating at her. She slowly sipped on her second glass of wine, as she stared at the hot, sexy stranger in the corner, and felt her body popping with heated desire. Each time she finished a drink, another one was promptly set in front of her. She’d allowed a short fantasy to run through her mind of the two of them fucking, and she blushed as she felt her center becoming moist. She saw him smile wickedly, and she knew that he knew, what she was thinking of as she stared at him. Perhaps he was having the same fantasy, she thought as she finished the second glass of wine. She pulled her eyes from her empty glass, and was disappointed to find that he was gone from his chair. She frowned.
“Oh, now, don’t fret, pretty lady, I’m right here.”
Melissa felt her pulse rise at the sound of the man’s voice behind her, and she knew that it was him. The handsome stranger. She turned her head slightly, and couldn’t hide her smile as she saw him towering above her. He was as she suspected, tall. “How do you know I was fretting?”
“I recognize the look. Don’t deny it honey; I’m too old for teenage games, but young enough for other kinds of games. And, tonight, I want to play those games with you. Say yes, and I’ll make your fantasy of me come true. Say no, and I’ll walk away.”
Melissa was moistening with every word from him. She couldn’t deny it, she wanted to fuck him. She had come into this bar tonight to get fucked, and when she saw him, she wanted it to be him. He gently placed his hand onto her hand and lifted her to her feet. Their eyes locked as they stood there. The touch shared sent electrifying shockwaves through each of their bodies. They shared a smile as she pushed her hand through his arm, and he led her to the dance floor.
They joined the crowd of dancers on the large dance floor, and they danced to the rocking music, never taking their eyes off of each other, sharing still more hungry looks. He moved to the beat of the music just right, and as she watched him dance, she knew that he’d be a great dancer between the sheets too.
He watched her move her curvy body with the music, and imagined her moving those hips over his now throbbing cock, and making him feel real good. He wanted to reach down right now, and touch his cock as they danced, but he could wait. It would be worth his wait, for this beautiful, hot, and horny girl.
When the energetic music stopped, a softer, slower, tune was its replacement. He wasted no time in pulling her into his arms, and against his chest, and wrapping his muscled arms around her tiny waist. Each of their bodies were now throbbing with horniness as they each felt the other’s intimate spots being touched by one another. He felt his cock growing in size as it rested against his jeans, but he swore that he could feel heat coming from her, and burning him with passion as they danced.
Melissa could feel his hardness, even between his jeans and her dress, and she certainly could feel her pussy as it went from being moist to wet, and she was getting wetter with each slow, erotic move their bodies made together with the music. She felt his hands on her body, and they felt like magnets, pushing her into him, and onto his stiffness. When she felt his hand that rested on her back, gently stroking her, her senses went into overload and she squirmed beneath the touch.
He slowly stroked her back with one hand and rested the other hand on her slim hips. As he felt her body against his own, he felt his cock throbbing the more and he wished he could fill her with it right there, right now, but, instead, he filled her mouth with his tongue, and kissed her with unbridled desire.
Their soft kiss immediately turned into a sensual, tongue-engaged battle. His tongue wrapped around hers and she scarcely put up a struggle. As they shared the hot kiss, he pulled her even closer to him, until there wasn’t even room for a penny to be pushed between their two bodies. They each groaned under the kiss, and the connection.
Melissa felt his hand move from her waist, to her ass, and move slowly and seductively across each cheek. She felt her body shutter with anticipation. She pushed her own hands around his waist and gently stroked his ass. They pulled their lips apart and stared at one another with heat oozing from their expressions.
He took her by the hand and led her to a darkened, corner booth that lay at the far end of the club. She stepped inside the booth, followed by him, and sat down. He without hesitation, pushed her into the corner of the booth, and engulfed her lips with his own once more. He pushed one hand inside the top of her dress, and rested it against her hardened nipple as he pushed the other hand up her dress, and past her thong, and straight into her pussy. He parted the pussy lips and tickled her clit with his finger, but moved quickly past her bush, and to the hole of her pussy. He allowed a laugh to escape his mouth as he felt her wetness. He pulled from the kiss and smiled at her.
“Hmm, baby, you are wet, and horny. Hmm, I like it.” He pushed his finger deep inside her pussy, causing her to jump with pleasure, and gasp out.
“Uh, uhh.”
“Yea, feels good doesn’t it? What’s your name, baby?” He whispered into her ear.”
“Hmm, yes, oh yea. I’m Melissa.” She breathed out heavily. “I… I want to touch it, too, I mean, you. “She grabbed at his jeans button, and unsnapped it.
He licked his lips. “Hmm, yea, yea, let’s do it, why not?”
He pushed his groin toward her, “Go ahead Melissa, take it out and touch it all you want.”
She slid the zipper down and slid her hand inside and felt for the warm appendage and gasped as she touched it. It was hard, it was big, and it was throbbing. She slowly started to massage it as he continued fingering her wet pussy.
As they fondled one another, a waiter walked up and set the drinks down, and walked away, without so much as a blink. They continued fondling one another.
Melissa was the first to give into her building orgasm. She buried her face into his chest. “Uh, uh, uh, ohhhhhhhh!”
“Yea, baby, let it flow, hmm, right into my hands.”
Melissa felt her body releasing the cum, and she couldn’t believe how she flowed. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed such an orgasm. If ever. Without warning, he aggressively lifted her body onto his lap, and thrust his cock inside her soaked pussy. “Hmm, I gotta pump your well, baby, hmm, god, god, I want to pump your well. Hmmmmm!” He wrapped his arms around her and thrust her slender waist up and down off of him over and over, and fucked her for several long moments, as the crowds around them talked, danced, and laughed, and drank, without even a stare or a care of what they were doing.
“Hmmm, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhhh!!!!!” She pushed her face into his neck and groaned into it.
He in turn moaned as he bounced her pussy on and off of his rock-hard dick and buried his face between her breasts, and flicked his tongue out and tasted her skin. He couldn’t restrain himself anymore, and he released his cum inside her.
“Uh, uh, yea, hell, yea, hmmm, uhhhhhhhh!”
They each trembled under their orgasms and remained attached as the cum dripped from them, and down onto their bodies. He pulled her into a kiss and he grinned at her. “Hmm, baby, that was hot.”
She looked into his handsome face for the first time since they finished fucking, and her face turned pink with a sudden shyness. “I’ve never done anything like this before, but oh my god, it was the most erotic fuck I’ve ever had.” She hadn’t ever released so much cum from her body before, but decided not to tell him that part.
He grinned at her again, and brushed her hair from her face. “This was a first for me, too.” He pulled her into another kiss. She then gently pulled from off of him as he handed her several napkins. She felt her face heat up again as she watched him wipe himself. Afterwards, they each took long, refreshing sips from their drinks of choice. When they finished their drinks, he turned to her and whispered. “You have a car here?”
She shook her head. “I have a limo in the back. You?”
He raised an eyebrow. “A limo in the back? I’m impressed. No, but I don’t need one. This club is my brother’s, so I’ll have a ride when I’m ready to leave.”
Melissa laughed. “I don’t usually have a limo either. It’s my daddy’s.”
“Hmm, I see. Well, do you think that daddy would mind if your driver took us to a hotel?”
“I’m well over eighteen, my father doesn’t dictate to me where I can or cannot go.”
“Good, then let’s go somewhere more private.”
“I want to go and freshen up first.”
Melissa made her way toward the bathroom, but as she rounded the corner, she instead slipped out through the back door, and got into the limo. She wasn’t about to go to a hotel with a complete stranger. The hottest, sexiest stranger that she’d ever met, but still, a stranger. He could be a Serial Killer or some weirdo. “Ooh, how could I have been so stupid?” She groaned to herself as she shut the door behind her. She never would have done such a thing if she hadn’t drunk so much. She was already feeling sick from the numerous drinks. She couldn’t believe she’d just had sex with a complete stranger, and in a club out in public, no less. She grabbed her head and leaned against the window. The good thing is, I’ll never have to see him again.