What's Your Name

Our encounter began on the dance floor. She forced my eyes to notice her lush body. Her movements were precise, hips swaying like a clocks pendulum, hypnotizing me. I was drawn to her.

The bass was deafening, I could feel it, controlling the cadence of my heartbeat. We made no attempt to communicate, instead she used her eyes, hazel eyes, shaped like that of a cats, and her long, lean body. Her sexy ass in motion, sent telepathic, pornographic signals to my mind, as we began to grind, we found our own beat.

Pussy to pussy, tits to tits, hands grasping ass. Hot. She kissed me softly, lightly licking the corners of my mouth. She sent chills to the center of my being.

We continued to grind on the dance floor oblivious of our surroundings. Our hands explored each others bodies. She teased and tweaked my nipples through my tiny tshirt, causing me to whimper and moan, as I lost myself in the strawberry flavor of her lips, trying to devour them whole.

The DJ changed the song to an up tempo beat. She pulled back from our kiss, disengaged her hands from my titties, grabbed my hand and led me in the direction of the restrooms.

She pulled me into the largest stall, and backed me up against the wall. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, and used it to tilt and hold my head back, and attacked my neck like a vampire. Licking, sucking, and nibbling on my ear, as she slowly ground her pussy against mine. The roughness of my denim skirt, atop the smooth satin of my panties, scraped against my very erect clit, with each revolution of her hips, causing little explosions in my stomach that radiated out to every inch of my body. I found myself spreading my legs wider to achieve greater contact.

She dry fucked me against the wall until to I begged her to fuck my flesh. She cupped her hand over my mouth, to muffle the sounds of my moaning, as she teased my erect nipple. With her lips to my ear she whispered wicked, nasty things. She told me she wanted to nibble on my clit while she finger fucked me real slow, but first she would spank me because I was such a slut for letting her fondle my titties when I didn't even know her name.

My pussy ached, I tried to stroke it, to get some relief, but she grabbed my wrist and held it to my side. I felt her other hand move up my thigh, under my skirt, and into my panties. She began to pet my pussy, with soft, long strokes. I purred like a kitten.

With two fingers in my pussy and my tongue in her mouth, I was en route code three to a catastrophic orgasm. Just as I was about to come she removed her fingers from my kitty, and in one swift motion, sat down on the toilet and bent me over her knees. She pulled my panties down and began to spank my ass. She used hard, rapid strokes. I could feel my ass cheeks start to sting. I wiggled on her lap trying to avoid her hand, then my clit came into contact with her knee. The pain of my stinging ass cheeks coupled with the intense pleasure I was getting from grinding my clit on her knee was sensory overload. She could sense my orgasm was pending, so she stopped spanking me and eased her index and middle fingers into my pussy and her thumb up my ass and began to fuck me by slowly rubbing her fingers against each other. With only a thin membrane of flesh separating the fingers in my pussy from the one in my ass, it was like they were one huge dildo. She increased the pressure and the pace, and I began to buck my hips like a bronco. I felt so good, I begged her to fuck me faster, as I worked my hips trying to get more of her thumb up my ass.

I saw burst of white and blue lights as my orgasm hit. She continued to stroke me, wringing three more orgasms out of me. I was sure I'd pass out from sheer pleasure. She slowed her pace and when my insides had relaxed enough she removed her fingers. I laid on her lap like a rag doll for a few moments, then stood up on my shaky legs. She stood up, wrapped me in a gentle hug, kissed me lightly on the lips, and in a low whisper said "Hi, my name is Jessica, what's yours?"