Too Good To Be True

No one wanted to come with me!

It’s 9:30 pm on a Friday and I’m watching Fifty Shades of ‘fucked up’ on my own - what a blast!. I’d been waiting for what had seemed like forever to go and see it, so yep; on my own and horny as fuck right now.

Leaving the cinema, the air was warmish and the Friday night picture goers were moving swiftly along the sidewalk, perhaps hurrying home to make out because of what they had witnessed during the two hours of the film; I wouldn’t blame them at all!!

Unconsciously, my mind started to wonder as I walked with the crowds. Reliving the sexual scenes from the movie, putting myself in that woman’s place and not really paying too much attention to what was happening in front of me – if I had, I wouldn’t have walked into the guy in front.

‘Shit - I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going’ blasted from my mouth as the guy began to turn around.

He was tall, well it’s not hard to be when compared to my somewhat diminutive five/five in height, he must have been at least six feet. I moved my eyes upwards and began to recite my apology when BAM!!! those eyes…. holy shit, those eyes!

They were like jet black diamonds surrounded by a gorgeous face, dark brown hair which was just the right of mmmm in length.

’I’m so-so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going. My lame apology spurted from my mouth.

There was no response, just a look. But fuck, a look that could unlock many a woman’s knickers I bet.

The guy’s eyebrows raised as though he could hear my thoughts. Instantly I prayed

’Fuck - please no! don`t embarrass yourself even more. Just wish for the ground to open up and swallow you.

As I moved to the side to get away, his hand brushed against mine, sending the most electrifying feeling throughout my entire body. My breath caught as I again looked into his eyes. For a split second, I sensed more then saw the briefest of reactions as his eyes locked with mine. Did he feel something as well?

The moment passed, and I was walking away. I just couldn’t help it, I looked back to check him out. He was still standing there but this time he was staring at me, right at me. I smiled as I turned to continue to walk. Why did I just smile at a stranger who I’d just bumped into – weird!

When I got home, I was still going over the feeling I'd had when I touched that guy's hand. God, he had the most amazing eyes I had ever seen. The kind of eyes you could get lost in for a long long time. I started to wonder what else he has going on as I pretty much didn’t take notice of anything else other than his eyes.. and oh his mouth, yes that mouth what it would be to taste him, kiss him. God, I was a dog in heat. Why??

The night was filled with images of this guy in the compromising positions from the film I had watched. Unconsciously, my hands began trailing my body and my thoughts drifted while my imagination ran riot imagining him doing things to me I’d only dreamed of and had yet to discover.

My hands worked their magic over my body, with those eyes that were constantly there in front of me. I was good at experimenting with my body and pretty much knew what I liked, even though I wasn’t a fully-fledged woman yet. No man had ever got me into bed even though I’d had a few that had tried and tried hard.

My hands moved to my wetness that was over the top for any woman, but holy smoke it was a delicious feeling as I touched myself thinking it was him. My fingers moved slowly over my clit igniting that feeling deep inside that was all too normal for me. I was so worked up from the film, that it didn’t take long before I was beginning to feel that build up right there, where I was enticing with my imagination and my fingers.

It was not long after my orgasm of imagination that as I lay on my bed, I started to think it was about time I experienced my sexuality for real and not just with my fingers and a few toys.

Saturdays are for lay-ins but not when you have friends like mine. We tend to meet for lunch and fill our bellies ready for the night ahead, so this weekend was like pretty much the rest.

Still reeling from the amazing orgasm I had given myself the night before based on some random guy’s eyes was like I had reached new heights. Nothing prior to that climax had come close, but to be honest, I hadn’t done pretty much anything with anyone before; all theory, no practice, as they say.

Quite strange for a woman in her early twenties Well I guess I’m strange like that. Always have been, and I guess I always will.

Growing up as an only child, I kind of grew to like my own company even though I never got downtime for long. My parents had me taking self-defence classes, dance classes and many other activities that kept me busy so, I guess they didn’t have to spend too much time with me. Sad, I know, but I never knew anything different.

My parents died eighteen months ago in a car accident, and I was left kind of all alone apart from my few friends and the Estate Executors who had this hold over me until I was old enough to financially go it alone. My parents were from 'old money' and had set up a Trust Fund for me which would materialise when I turned twenty-five. According to them, by that age, I should be responsible enough to decide what my goals were and the trust funding would help me. My apartment was taken care of through the fund and as I loved the outside and photography was a passion of mine, my goal was to start my own business and be self-sufficient from everyone by the age of thirty because right now, I was under what I could only perceive, as a lock and key.

6 pm came, and I knew I had to get my arse into gear and get ready as the girls were due round at about 8’ish. Our drinking sessions were a laugh, and we kind of all had the same wavelength of how we planned the night to go. Robin and Emma were my long-standing friends. If you could call them that, I met them in college and we’d become firm friends from there. They were a great support for me when my parents died and we have hung out pretty much every weekend since.

Standing in front of my mirror, I was away in space looking at the black lace underwear I had chosen for the night. I drifted off again to those eyes from last night and felt myself again touching my breasts and running my hand down my side to the front of the panties,

Something startled me and I quickly returned to the here and now - bloody neighbours and their bloody noise I thought.

Dress on and looking good!

I was curvy in all the right places, thanks to the wonderful genes of my parents, my skin had a natural tan, fantastic boobs, just the right side of sexy, and, well thanks to my lucky stars my bum was the epitome of perfection. To me, my bum did look good in this dress, but then again, my bum looked great in everything.

I had been growing my hair out for the last four years as my mum had said that having shorter hair wouldn’t get me a boyfriend and that I was a beautiful girl and long hair was the done thing. She was my mum so I grew it for her. My hair curled and hung down my back like a goddess and I’m sure my mum would have been pleased.

Now ready and with one final check out in the mirror I headed out of the bedroom and down the stairs just as, like clockwork, the doorbell goes and I hear giggling from the other side. As I opened the door my two girlfriends fell into my apartment in a very good mood.

‘Looking hot ladies,’ I exclaimed. ‘Feeling hot,’ was Robin’s reply.

She was always eager for a good compliment and was happy to take what she could. Robin was five seven and had a body of perfection in my eyes with her long blonde hair, natural of course and a smile that would send men wild. Emma was a tad taller than me and again a beautiful girl with really long legs, dark brown hair and milky white skin, I was what I called the curvy one. However, we complimented each other well.

The prosecco was flowing, no flutes in my place so wine glasses it was. The music was blaring, getting us into the mood for the night ahead.

Three bottles down and I was feeling the buzz. So glad I had eaten loads that afternoon ’cause I would have been blind drunk and in my bed by now.

Snacking is allowed while drinking, right?

We pulled up outside the club and began to make our way in. This was the kinda place that ‘rich folk’ would go and act like wankers because they could. The VIP areas are like gold dust to hire, so normal folk would have to cram to the bar and hope for the best.

The music was pumping, and we were feeling the vibes. Robin shouted over the musical din which was fun because she had a big gob.

‘Drinks, shots on me’ - Oh shit! I thought this was gonna get messy.

Two rounds of shots later and the earlier buzz was now all over my body. I was feeling bloody fantastic and ready to take on the world.

The dance floor was alive with bodies and a mixed smell of aftershave, perfume and sweat wafted across the room. The music was so good that my body just wanted to stay there and be one with it. We were having a great time and then some arsehole put his hands on my waist. I froze and grabbed the hands, spun around and said ‘no thanks’.

He was drunk, reeked of alcohol and didn’t take the hint so I had to use a hand restraint I had learnt from my defence classes to re-enforce the ‘piss off’ advice – he rapidly took a step back and left.

‘What a dick move’ Emma shouted,

My eyebrows raised at her words, ‘dick, lol’

‘I’m off for the loo, anyone, wanna go?’. I yelled at them both.

Neither wanted to go so I went looking for the ladies' toilets alone. Moving out of the heaving mass of bodies I passed the VIP area, and that’s when I saw him,

‘Shit, shit, shit!’, too loud I thought as I stared at him for longer than I should have but thankfully he didn’t notice me and I swiftly moved on in my search for sanctuary in the ladies' room.

Minutes later I was holding onto the sink staring at myself in the mirror for what seemed like forever, my mind racing at the thought of seeing him again. OMG! Bad thoughts erupted in my brain and that oh so familiar certain moist feeling downstairs started to well up in me like a bitch in heat.

Jesus, why was it that at times like this my vagina grew a mind of its own and was beyond my control.

I left the ladies staggering a little due to the combination of stupidly high heels and alcohol; not a good mixture. I wasn’t paying attention to the route back to the dancefloor when I was stopped by two feet, two legs in trousers, a crisp white shirt and then…..OMG, HIM!

His eyes were still like the diamonds I remembered when I saw him for the first time outside the cinema but this time and even through my alcohol-infused state I felt a shiver go down my spine as I drank in the beauty of his face.

I moved to the side to go past him and he moved as well, I moved back and he did the same, not taking his eyes off me.

‘Excuse me please’, I managed to whisper, fluttering my eyelashes in a sort of cute girlish way. With my heels, I was taller now and he did not seem to tower over me as he did at our first meeting, but I still had to look up.

He lowered his mouth to my ear to be heard above the pounding throb of the music. ‘You have to stop bumping into me,’ he said in a low and sultry voice that made the hairs on my forearms sit up and take notice. I felt his warm breath on my neck as he spoke and thought he’d leaned into me a little too much in spite of the music.

The feeling of his breath on my skin was enough to melt ice and I lost my step as I again tried to sidestep him and began to fall, tripping over my own bloody feet. He caught me in his arms and held me there for what seemed like an eternity.

His hands on my body was like electricity, that same feeling when we had touched the night before.

My breath caught as I looked up at him and his eyes were wide like saucers staring at me - drilling deep into my brain.

‘Thanks’ I muttered, feeling small and helpless.

He leant down again to my ear this time he whispered slowly and seductively,

‘I want to taste you.’

‘What?’ was my only reply. Did I hear him right?

‘I want to taste you, all of you,’ he said with a smile that made my vagina scream at me.

‘I’m not sleeping with you, I’m sorry, but I’m not that kind of girl,’ I responded and swiftly moved to the side and began to walk away. Oh, I knew he was watching me so I sashayed a little more than normal emphasising my beautiful bum. Before I turned the corner I looked back at him, smiled and finger waved as I disappeared.

Fuck!, my heart was racing like a Formula One car on full throttle.

What had just happened? I wasn’t sure but there was a great feeling welling up inside my body, and my vagina was alive and ready to get involved.

When I finally found the girls on the dancefloor, they were dancing like queens with a couple of guys so I wandered off to the bar and ordered another round of shots. Probably not a good idea, but what the hell – I was buzzing and still a little wet with what had just happened.

Trying to coax my girlfriends over for shots was easier than I thought. Both downed the smooth liquid in one and returned to the dance floor where the guys were waiting for them with their tongues hanging out. I was on my own again.

Sod this! dance floor here I come.

The music had got to the stage of classic grind music. Bodies were gyrating all over the place and I felt lost in the rhythms. This was my type of music, letting the body decide where it wants to go and how it wants to move.

I smelt him a split second before he touched me. It was a distinct smell from all the others around me. Then I felt his hands move to my hips.

I stiffened for a moment as this wasn’t the kind of action I liked. He pulled in closer to me and leaned down to whisper.

‘I still need to taste you’.

His words were like velvet and pretty much the most fucking incredible turn on that I had ever experienced. But again, I’d not had much experience in this department at all but he didn’t know that.

‘I told you I’m not sleeping with you ’. Then I went to move.

He tightened his grip on my waist and pulled me in against his broad chest. The music was slow, but I don’t remember what was playing. All I knew was that I was in the moment. Wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling my hair as we moved together, I could feel his erection pushing into me while we danced. I eased myself back onto him acknowledging his desires a little bit more.

What was I doing? Was this dangerous?

I could feel him begin to turn me around.

‘Shit’, the words left my mouth in time because as he finished turning me his lips met mine. Soft and delicious just like I had imagined in my dream.

I parted my lips so he could have full access to my mouth. When our tongues met there an instant spark flew through me. My hands went to his neck to deepen the kiss more and we became lost in the moment. After what seemed an age we both pulled back panting, gasping for air. His eyes had darkened with desire. He kissed me again, this time slowly holding my face in his hands. As he pulled back, he held onto my lower lip with the gentlest of touches from his teeth.

A moan left my lips before I even knew it, his eyes flashed at me, and he raised his eyebrows and kissed me again. His hands were roaming my body from the small of my back to the side of my thigh and then to the finish line of my dress, I felt his hand reaching inside and under my dress to my hot bare flesh.

My hands made their way to his chest and gently pushed him away from me as I was getting so close to ripping off his clothes there and then.

He looked at me, then grabbed my hand and guided me away from the dance floor and passed the VIP area to one of the darkened corridors at the back of the building.

He kissed me again harder this time and pushed me against the wall for support. His hungry hands quickly explored my body like he was mapping every inch of me and committing it to memory. He reached down and slowly pulled my dress up until I felt his hands between my legs. I parted them; I don’t know why, but this was a feeling I did not want to end before it had to. While he was kissing me his hands swept across the front of my panties causing me to catch my breath, He moved them aside and then there was the feeling that I always craved. His fingers slowly entered me and began exploring my clit like he knew what I wanted, did he?

Fuck!, he growled when he felt my wetness. Probing me in the most intimate way and in a way I had never been explored before he circled my clit faster and then slipped a finger inside me. I moaned as it was a feeling so great, my body responding to each touch by him. He began to speed up, and I could feel myself beginning to reach my potential. He moved his kissing to my neck and thrust another finger inside me,

I was quickly getting to where I knew I wanted to go, stuck in the tidal waves of emotional feelings and surrendering to his magic fingers. I was coming hard and fast.

‘I’m coming,’ I whimpered.

He smiled before he moved in with the kissing again and took me over the edge. I had the most brutal orgasm I had had in a while and I loved it. Bracing myself with my hands on his shoulders.

After I came down from the most amazing feeling and he again whispered:

‘I want to taste you, all of you’. I was quivering and would have happily had him taste me all night long.

I steadied myself and felt flushed, he was looking at me with want in his eyes and I fucking loved it. I couldn’t believe what had happened and needed to get out of this before it went too far.

As I walked away, he called out to me,

‘What’s your name?’

‘Riley’ I said

‘Just Riley ’, he replied

‘Yeah, just Riley.’

‘You?’ I asked with a smile on my face

‘Jacob,’ he responded with a slight grin in return.

‘Just Jacob,’ I teased a little with my voice.

‘Yeah,’ he laughed, ‘Just Jacob.’

‘What about letting me taste you,’ he said as I was almost out of the corridor.

‘If you find me again, then maybe you will,’

He looked at me and laughed.

‘Is that a challenge?’ he questioned.

‘Maybe’ I replied, ‘or maybe just fate, who knows.’

I left him there.

Now I needed to get home before I got myself into danger because I was happy to go there right this minute.

The girls were ready, We made our way home and I was feeling fucking fabulous and kinda slutty too, knowing that I’ve just been finger fucked by a total bloody gorgeous stranger.