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We're Still So Young, Desperate For Attention
"Well I assume you’re hoping to fuck me, and trust me, that's exactly what you should be hoping to do. I'm a hell of fuck."
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I looked down at the strangers hand on my thigh. I was definitely looking to get laid, but not by him. His greasy hair fell around his unshaven face, and dark circles made him look older than he dressed. I was too good looking to waste my time listening to the jerk to ramble on about his "sweet pad" and how he'd like to give me the special tour. I had to find a way to get away from him, and fast so I looked around for Roxy. She was nowhere to be found, but as my eyes scanned my immediate surroundings, I noticed someone watching me from the other side of the bar. He made no indications of looking away as we locked eyes. He looked at me intently as I sized him up. When I deemed him appropriate, my red lips turned up into a smirk as I raised one of my eyebrows and made a motion with my head. Just as I had hoped, he stood up and made his way towards me, never looking away.
"-so if you want to come back to my place-" the greaser was saying when the other guy was finally at my side.
"This guy giving you any trouble babe?" he asked after he had dropped a quick kiss on my neck. Greaser looked a bit embarrassed as he looked at the man next to me, and then back at me.
"No, I believe he was just leaving." I smiled sweetly at him, before he started swearing under his breath and left. My saviour quickly took the vacated seat beside me with a grin.
"Thanks," I said, taking a quick drink of my vodka cooler.
"Anytime." His grin had left his face and he was studying me again. I saw his eyes roam the features of my face, and then rest on my lips. "You know you're something else."
"Oh?" I swivelled in my stool so that my body faced towards him. I leaned forward, resting my elbow next to his hand. "Do tell me what you mean."
"Well perhaps you haven't noticed but the second you sat down at this bar you've had every males attention. And if that's not enough, I've never gotten this hard by just looking at a women who was fully dressed."
I smiled seductively and looked down at my low plunge, backless mini dress.
"I'm hardly fully dressed," I replied.
"Thank God for that." He laughed and drank from his glass. "You from around here or just visiting?"
"What's the difference? That's not really important."
"Well then what's your name? I'm Brendon."
I shook my head and pursed my lips. "I don't do that getting to know each other stuff."
"What do you mean?"
"Well I assume you’re hoping to fuck me, and trust me, that's exactly what you should be hoping to do. I'm a hell of fuck. So if that's the case, I'd like to keep it as casual as possible. If that sounds like too much for you, then you're just wasting your time." He looked momentarily stunned at my bluntness, but a grin broke across his face and he replied, "What are we still doing sitting here?" He stood up, took my hand, and led me through the crowd. We were just reaching the door when someone grabbed me by the arm.
"You bailing already?" Lucas yelled over the noise, obviously unaware of the other male holding onto me. Brendon wasn't exactly sure what was going on, he too didn't notice Lucas on my other side. Before I could answer Lucas, Brendon whispered something in my ear, suddenly making me more eager to leave the club. Lucas finally took notice of him as he began pulling me in the other direction, and I caught a quick glimpse of Lucas glaring at me before I made it out the door.
I allowed Brendon to pull me along as my drinks had began to catch up to me. The colors of the strip danced in front of my eyes as we weaved in and out of oncoming crowds of people. I saw guys looking hungrily at my chest and heard a few crude comments, but we kept on going. Finally, we came to stop at a quieter part of the strip, where Brendon pulled me into a dark alleyway. Before I knew it, my back was being pressed against a cold concrete wall as he roughly pressed his lips to mine. My mind became silent as he pushed the light fabric of my dress away from my chest to expose my breasts to the warm September air. I gasped as one at a time, he took my hardened nipples into his mouth and sucked hard enough to cause some pain. The pleasure mixed in with the pain was always one of my favourite, and as he continued to work on my breasts, I could feel myself moisten.
"I don't live to far away from here," he whispered as he put my dress back into place and sucked on my neck. We quickly walked back to the street, where we hopped into a cab and minutes later pulled up to his apartment building. He threw a bill onto the front seat and we tumbled out of the car, lips still attached.
When we had finally reached his door and he unlocked it again, we stumbled into the apartment and at once began grabbing for each other’s clothes. Because I was wearing such a skimpy dress, I was undressed first. After he had discarded his pants, we fell onto the couch, me on top, and reattached our lips. After I had become aware of his hard member pressing against the silk fabric of my thong, I pulled Brendon up into a sitting position and then slid onto the carpet in front of him. I grabbed his boxers and pulled them, smiling when his straining manhood sprung free; he was very well endowed.
"Impressive," I murmured as I took him in my hands and began to work them up and down his member. He moaned as he looked down at me, making me more excited to taste him. I leaned forward and slowly wrapped my lips around the tip of his throbbing member. Slowly, I lowered my mouth further down, and then back up. I released him from my mouth, making his closed eyes snap open. I smiled up at him as I lowered my mouth again, this time allowing my tongue to dart out and lick his head. His moans became louder as my tongue swirled around the head, and when I licked from the tip, down to the base, and then back up again, he stuttered loudly, "Fu-fuck."
As I got ready to take his length in my mouth again, a light switched on and someone said, "Jesus Brendon, I told you not to fuck in here, you have a damn room for fuck sakes."
My eyes adjusted to the sudden burst of light, and as I looked around the room, I began to realize I had been there before. I made a move to grab my dress from the floor to cover myself up, but that's when I saw him standing just a few feet behind the couch.
"-so if you want to come back to my place-" the greaser was saying when the other guy was finally at my side.
"This guy giving you any trouble babe?" he asked after he had dropped a quick kiss on my neck. Greaser looked a bit embarrassed as he looked at the man next to me, and then back at me.
"No, I believe he was just leaving." I smiled sweetly at him, before he started swearing under his breath and left. My saviour quickly took the vacated seat beside me with a grin.
"Thanks," I said, taking a quick drink of my vodka cooler.
"Anytime." His grin had left his face and he was studying me again. I saw his eyes roam the features of my face, and then rest on my lips. "You know you're something else."
"Oh?" I swivelled in my stool so that my body faced towards him. I leaned forward, resting my elbow next to his hand. "Do tell me what you mean."
"Well perhaps you haven't noticed but the second you sat down at this bar you've had every males attention. And if that's not enough, I've never gotten this hard by just looking at a women who was fully dressed."
I smiled seductively and looked down at my low plunge, backless mini dress.
"I'm hardly fully dressed," I replied.
"Thank God for that." He laughed and drank from his glass. "You from around here or just visiting?"
"What's the difference? That's not really important."
"Well then what's your name? I'm Brendon."
I shook my head and pursed my lips. "I don't do that getting to know each other stuff."
"What do you mean?"
"Well I assume you’re hoping to fuck me, and trust me, that's exactly what you should be hoping to do. I'm a hell of fuck. So if that's the case, I'd like to keep it as casual as possible. If that sounds like too much for you, then you're just wasting your time." He looked momentarily stunned at my bluntness, but a grin broke across his face and he replied, "What are we still doing sitting here?" He stood up, took my hand, and led me through the crowd. We were just reaching the door when someone grabbed me by the arm.
"You bailing already?" Lucas yelled over the noise, obviously unaware of the other male holding onto me. Brendon wasn't exactly sure what was going on, he too didn't notice Lucas on my other side. Before I could answer Lucas, Brendon whispered something in my ear, suddenly making me more eager to leave the club. Lucas finally took notice of him as he began pulling me in the other direction, and I caught a quick glimpse of Lucas glaring at me before I made it out the door.
I allowed Brendon to pull me along as my drinks had began to catch up to me. The colors of the strip danced in front of my eyes as we weaved in and out of oncoming crowds of people. I saw guys looking hungrily at my chest and heard a few crude comments, but we kept on going. Finally, we came to stop at a quieter part of the strip, where Brendon pulled me into a dark alleyway. Before I knew it, my back was being pressed against a cold concrete wall as he roughly pressed his lips to mine. My mind became silent as he pushed the light fabric of my dress away from my chest to expose my breasts to the warm September air. I gasped as one at a time, he took my hardened nipples into his mouth and sucked hard enough to cause some pain. The pleasure mixed in with the pain was always one of my favourite, and as he continued to work on my breasts, I could feel myself moisten.
"I don't live to far away from here," he whispered as he put my dress back into place and sucked on my neck. We quickly walked back to the street, where we hopped into a cab and minutes later pulled up to his apartment building. He threw a bill onto the front seat and we tumbled out of the car, lips still attached.
When we had finally reached his door and he unlocked it again, we stumbled into the apartment and at once began grabbing for each other’s clothes. Because I was wearing such a skimpy dress, I was undressed first. After he had discarded his pants, we fell onto the couch, me on top, and reattached our lips. After I had become aware of his hard member pressing against the silk fabric of my thong, I pulled Brendon up into a sitting position and then slid onto the carpet in front of him. I grabbed his boxers and pulled them, smiling when his straining manhood sprung free; he was very well endowed.
"Impressive," I murmured as I took him in my hands and began to work them up and down his member. He moaned as he looked down at me, making me more excited to taste him. I leaned forward and slowly wrapped my lips around the tip of his throbbing member. Slowly, I lowered my mouth further down, and then back up. I released him from my mouth, making his closed eyes snap open. I smiled up at him as I lowered my mouth again, this time allowing my tongue to dart out and lick his head. His moans became louder as my tongue swirled around the head, and when I licked from the tip, down to the base, and then back up again, he stuttered loudly, "Fu-fuck."
As I got ready to take his length in my mouth again, a light switched on and someone said, "Jesus Brendon, I told you not to fuck in here, you have a damn room for fuck sakes."
My eyes adjusted to the sudden burst of light, and as I looked around the room, I began to realize I had been there before. I made a move to grab my dress from the floor to cover myself up, but that's when I saw him standing just a few feet behind the couch.
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