She was tall and slender, and the golden length of her hair
fell down to the petite shape of her waist-line. Her eyes were a deeply
enchanting hazel and they could penetrate in one look the souls of a
thousand men.
But she was just that slight bit out of proportion. The kind of
girl that catches your eye by the attraction of a part of her body
rather than her overall appearance. Not to say that she didn't turn the
heads of many eligible bachelors, but she wouldn't attract the cameras
of magazines. She had potential, but alas her completeness was not
there.
James was an impressionable chap. Although he tended to take
first impressions very seriously, he sometimes gave himself room for
second thoughts if a relationship did not hold for him the high
expectations that he maintained.
But he wasn't one to toy with emotions. If he knew that he
could damage a girl with a brief romance then he knew that he should
not take the chance. This happened on not altogether rare occasions but
invariably involved girls of an age much less than his own.
Being 19 he knew that younger girls tended to take a broken
heart a little more serious than those of a more mature age.
Justine was her name. She was the picture of his very dreams.
The tall, blonde intelligent look of a girl that knew what she wanted
and wasn't prepared to muck around. Although not altogether forward,
she knew how to make a first approach.
The music had not as yet built to the expected heights of
volume and intensity that would accompany the latter hours of the
nightclub, and conversation was a welcome relief from approaching
boredom.
"I suppose you come here often?"
He was startled out of the thought of him coming
crashing out of a sharp turn on his jet ski earlier in the day to see
the smile on her face. Having stood behind this female in the queue to
get in, he had not expected his 'mate to mate' conversation to have
impressed her at all. In fact, he had expected the opposite sentiment.
But the sight wasn't exactly painful, and he was actually
delighted to have been approached. Perhaps the approach was a little
too obvious, but being male the selection was not necessarily his to
make.
"No, not too often actually, but when I get a chance......" She
blushed a smile, pretending to concentrate on the stirring of her
drink. "It's just that I haven't made the trip into town lately since
all the new nightclubs sprung up after the earthquake. "
"No, " being quick to continue the conversation, " nor have I.
But it's great to see, isn't it."
Again the imitation stir, "Yeah, I agree. It's just that I've
been away from the city in the meantime and don't really remember where
everything is. I mean, I haven't even been into the city for 3
years...."
He recognised the bait. His first impulse was of course the
following question, but he gave himself some time to think by lifting
the beer and taking a hearty mouthful. By the time he swallowed, the
casual sentence emerged as the victor of the war to gain priority in
his thoughts " I'd be happy to show you around if you like."
Instantly the smile. She fancied this guy. He had seemed to
purposely ignore her most of the night, so that she could take a long a
decisive glance at the muscular formation of his lower torso and his
back. It was enough to have impressed her and carry her this far across
the room.
She turned to face back across the room to see her friends, and
gave them a confirming wink.
"Just let me finish my beer first."
Typical Aussie, she almost mumbled aloud. She knew what she
really wanted, and undoubtedly so did he, but a beer is a beer and a
bloke is a bloke. She smiled and nodded, lifting her own glass and
tilting it towards his.
Of course, he was first to finish, but soon she was stirring
ice and making gurgling noises with the last drop of fluid up the
straw, and she looked up happily, gently placing the glass on the
counter.
They both stood, casually dropping hands together, and turned
to make for the door. Of course, the club admission had branded their
wrists upon entry, so the slight tinge of guilt he felt at wasting
money was relieved by the fact that he could return later at will.
Little did he suspect that these feelings were not mutual - plans had
been made and juices were already starting to flow.
The clip of her heeled shoes down the footpath attracted his
attention. "I see by those shoes that you either didn't plan to walk
too far tonight or were prepared to wear out the soles of your
stockings."
He stifled a glance down to her feet and took in the length of
her figure. The dark mini dress was stretching between her legs with
each step, her dark tanned and almost perfectly smooth legs almost
glistening in the fresh night. He took the time to measure her
apparently firm little bum and saw the curved lines blend to a thin
waist and a perfectly taught stomach. The need for a belt to keep her
stomach in line was obviously not considered appropriate.
She had the dark skin of a girl that attended the beach
regularly, and also the supple smoothness that proved she wasn't a
complete beach bum - she took care of her skin and it showed. He eyed
carefully the low cut line of the top of her dress and noted no tan
marks across her cleavage. Her breasts seemed squashed in their garment
and therefore bulged a little out of the top edge. But the bulge of
skin was small and tapered away quickly, giving credit to the firmness
of each breast and the shape they were determined to maintain. Her neck
was slender and looked delicate, with no sign of veins that belied age
or stress. She looked the same age as he, and by the time he found rest
at looking her in the face, he found her staring at him. The long
transition from shoe to face had been made totally unaware of her
looking back.
Each of the parts of her figure seemed to slot into place
perfectly, but there was something amiss - something about her shape.
It wasn't quite perfect - at least not on 'supermodel' status -
although she proved quite a feast for the eyes. Her face, too, although
quite beautiful, missed a little in places and just seemed to be a
little below the 'perfect beauty' threshold.
He was more than aroused by her appearance, and he continued to
stare at her.
"Well, one way or the other, I don't plan to waste my night."
She smiled back mischievously, looking him in the eye. Even though her
tall slender figure measured quite a height, the length of his own well
trained figure out stretched hers by some five centimetres.
She withdrew her right hand from his, and wrapped her arm
around his waist, reaching out with her left hand to encircle him.
"My goodness," he gasped at the satisfaction it gave him, "I
didn't expect that."
"No, neither did I. "
He now a little confused but nonetheless happy, they both
continued on into the next club.
With plenty of money, neither complained about the entry ticket
price, but rather entered with lots of high expectations.
The tempo had built at this location, the music was turned up
loud and people were already enjoying themselves on the dance floor.
One couple in particular were dancing separate from the rest, enjoying
themselves in one corner. But their dancing was different, almost on
the verge of erotic.
James was resting with his back against the wall as Justine
returned with the drinks. Despite his plea for wanting the first shout,
she insisted on the grounds of first approach and promptly trotted off
to the bar.
She placed both drinks on one of the hundreds of drink supports
scattered around the room in front of him, and turned to back towards
him, resting gently back. His arms naturally surrounded her, gripping
together just below her belly. The heat was already emanating from her,
and she rested for a moment enjoying the intimacy. But a drink was a
drink, and she knew the side effects of having placed them on the
table. She carefully unlocked the embrace, and bent forward at the
hips, pushing her rounded figure into what was now quickly becoming the
focus of her attention. She took one sip of her own drink, feeling the
slow throbbing of pumping blood behind her mini skirt, and then reached
out further to grab his beer. The last reach forward had forced her to
increase the pressure behind her, and he let out a small whimper.
Despite the pleasure such pressure can bring for a male, too
much can bring discomfort. He knew his arousal was unavoidable, what
with such an inviting picture of almost perfect beauty stretching out
in front of him, but the last stretch forward had the words 'painful
crush' rather than 'gentle pressure' attached to it.
She passed the beer over her should and he gladly took it with
his right hand. At first, though, with his attention so distracted, he
placed the beer on the table directly to his right and waited for her
to settle into position.
As she leaned back he gently moved his left hand into position
on her smooth lower belly and moved her ever so slightly. His length
fell into the cleavage of her rear and she was now centralised in front
of him. With his gonads in comfort once again, he reached for his beer
and took the first mouthful, replacing it on the table once his upper
lip had been sufficiently covered in froth.
The two on the dance floor again caught his attention. They
were gyrating wildly in the corner, one backing towards the wall, the
other backing in unison at a rough maximum separation of no more than 2
millimetres. The male in behind, the female in front, it was almost as
if they were having sex on the floor. His concentration absorbed, he
didn't realise that his hand fell into place over her quickly
moistening heat source.
His eyes firmly locked on the two out on the floor, he reached
out for his beer and took another 2 mouths full, again replacing it
carefully with only a momentary glance to locate the bench.
She began to breath a little heavier. At first the gentle brush
of his hand so close to her pussy had excited her and given her a
shrill, but when his hand moved into position right over her she took a
breath and held it. He didn't seem to know that he was pleasing her,
but then he moved to tickle her clittoris ever so enchantingly. The
slurp of beer over her shoulder seemed to belie his extreme non-chalant
attittude to displays of sex. This, too, excited her to no end. She had
not exactly expected such an obvious foreplay, but the thrill of being
in the open turned her on. So far about three people had noticed the
position of his hand and she almost enjoyed the display they were
giving.
But all this time he failed to notice her increase in
breathing. Not really anything resembling a pant, the thrusts of her
chest were becoming slower and elongated, and she closed her eyes once
or twice to savour the feeling.
The two dancing on the floor moved in behind the corner, and
when they emerged they were separated, the guy smiling and sliding both
his hands down the side of his companion. It was only obvious now that
they had actually been making love together a few seconds before, and
James was startled at how obvious the display had been.
Justine had failed to notice, being lost in her own world of
increasing excitement. She knew know that she would have to take things
into her own hands to go any further, but she was willing to wait. She
lifted her left hand and placed it gently on his neck, brushing it ever
so lightly against his skin, passing it across his mouth.
He was enjoying the hand, ever so delicate. It was so smooth
and slender. He kissed it briefly as it passed his lips, and trailed
down his shoulder. She lightly risked brushing her hand down his
opposite arm, over her head, and down her side until she came across
his hands.
Immediately he knew where his hand was placed and was starting
to withdraw it when she held it in place. He noticed for the first time
her heat and her breathing, and looked down over her shoulder to see
her firm chest moving in and out. Her head was tilted back slightly and
her eyes were closed, and he gained a considerable amount of
satisfaction knowing that she was 'getting off' so easily.
He moved one finger in towards her slightly, touching the small
hard skin of her clitoris, now sticking out in her excitement. It was
incredible just how easily she had become aroused - and he hadn't even
meant to touch her!
Being almost the same height, when she turned and placed her
hands firmly on his neck, with elbows out to each side, their lips were
almost perfectly in position for the first kiss. The initial second of
dry lips together faded away quickly as they licked tongue upon tongue
and began the first probe of each other's internals. He lightly rippled
his fingers up and down her sides, sending shrills down her spin. Her
arousal was building rapidly and the tickle under her armpits had
almost sent her over the edge. Climax had come so close so quick she
almost could not believe that she was not dreaming.
She pulled back after two or three minutes and looked
mischievously in his eyes. She carefully took him out of the mid-light
into the darkness. They could still be seen, of course, but in the
darkness their visibility to the rest of the crowd was made more
difficult by the spotlight that shone back out into the crowd from
above their heads.
She lowered her right hand down the side of his arm, running
back up his ribs. She lowered her left to meet her right at his chest,
and rubbed it firmly but gently. Slowly making circles with her hands,
she then lifted one of her hands and gently drew one finger along his
chin.
Once he closed his eyes, which was her main aim, she made the
move.
She pulled her pelvis away from his just enough to allow her
right hand to pass between the two, and she slowly slid his zipper
down. His eyes opened with a start and he looked around to see if
anyone was looking, but being under the glare there weren't too many
eyes that would try to brave the light.
The open zipper gave way to hard cotton, and she ran a finger
up and down the length. He smiled again and then once more closed his
eyes. Although he would like to be in control it was a magnificent
feeling to be jumped by this woman.
She then squashed her centre finger up under the top of the zip
and pulled down the cotton, exposing raw skin. Now requiring two hands
to be careful, she curled one finger around the back of his dick and
pulled, while ensuring that none of the skin caught on the hard edge of
the zipper.
Finally, the not-too-small but not-too-large throbber was
squeezed between the two of them, and she moved her hands up again to
his neck, pointing out her elbows, and kissed him feverishly for
another few minutes.
His erection grew at the thought of her suddenly leaving and
exposing him to the view of everyone else, and he almost began to panic
as the intensity of her kissing grew.
Then her left hand moved away and back down to his exposed dick
and trickled past it, just barely tickling the furry balls hanging
below. She then pushed her finger down just to the edge of the front of
her skirt and pulled it up over the top of his length.
From there he had expected a struggle with underpants but
immediately he found warmth and comfort. He had not really believed the
stories of girls going to nightlclubs in miniskrts with no undies, but
obviously by this display it was true. He almost cursed himself that he
hadn't taken the time to try and look on other women before, to try and
see if anything gave away this secret. Besides the obvious perversion,
he guessed it didn't really matter anyways. But it really made him
wonder how many of the girls in the room had undies and how many
didn't.
She began to stand on her toes, and her mound seemed to slide
slowly up his length. But that was not enough - she was caught about
two thirds of the way up and was at the limit of her toes. He would
have to do the rest.
She wrapped both arms around his neck and held him as tight as
she could, whispering in his ear. "You know what I want. Please, lower
yourself to my sweetness. The tender moment is so close."
He slowly bent his knees, enduring the encasing feel of her
outer lips as they aligned with the top of his circumcision. He felt
the warmth and smoothness emanating from her, and she tugged gently at
him, wanting him to stand again.
The penetration at first was barely perceptible. The outer lips
were already parted and the final chasm was about to be entered. But he
felt a restriction - something seemed to hold him back.
He pushed a little harder, standing a little straighter, and
felt the first sign of give.
She closed her eyes, holding him tight. The first entry was
always the one to savour, and she was not ready to lower herself onto
him. He rose slightly, creating pressure. She had not known that his
was so thick. The length had not been that great upon extraction from
his jeans, but now she realised that his length was not of major
concern.
She felt the pleasure of the stretch as he pushed a little
harder. The head of his cock had only just begun to enter - there were
thicker parts still to come. She moaned ever so slightly at the
wonderful feel, even now rising to what would be an early climax. Her
inner lips were feeling like they would stretch to their limit today,
and she began to wonder if she could endure the slight tinge of pain.
He was contemplating an all and out ram when finally his
maximum diameter came to the point of entry. At least, he knew, he
could fit from here. He had never before known a girl to be so tight,
and his sudden climactic urge was only quenched by the thought of the
fat girl that sat on a seat across the other side of the room.
Now at least half penetrated, he was standing flat and wanted
ever so dearly to stand on his toes, but already he could feel her
lowering onto him.
It was now obvious that their height difference had been
concentrated in their legs. Without coming down to rest on her heels,
she was already at his base, and the coldness of his zipper excited her
suddenly.
Together they sat for minutes, enjoying each others warmth,
trying to crawl their way back down from the almost instantaneous
climax that both of them had. She stood on her toes again and dropped
on him suddenly, crushing her outer lips on the zip teeth. The pain led
instantly to pleasure and she exhaled suddenly.
"Ohhhh, that was incredible." she uttered, and then as an
afterthought, she opened her eyes. "Can you, um, stand on your toes? "
He looked at her with a smile, but seriously doubted that he
could support the weight. He looked at the longing in her eyes and
moved his hands to her waste. He clasped her thin figure and lifted
slightly, the feeling of her pussy clasping around him forcing him to
close his eyes in pleasure.
"Oh, you aren't that heavy after all."
She smiled. "I am kicking off my heels now, I hope you don't
mind."
Before he could let her down her heels were off to the floor,
and as he lowered her he began to realise that if he didn't bend his
knees she would impale herself. To make matters worse, she bent her
legs at the knee - now he was left with no way to support her but his
hands and his cock.
But her absolute feather lightness led him to believe that
perhaps he could support her at only one point, and he began to
experiment.
He lifted her again with his hands, her muscles closing in
around him, and stood up straight, almost high on his toes. Then he let
her down quickly to judge the pain that he would have to endure.
Surprisingly, the pain was not to be. He actually enjoyed the
sensation. He lifted her again, once more the muscles closing, this
time with more strength.
She knew he was testing out his ability. He had not as yet let
go of her waist, but she was just waiting for him to build the
confidence. In this lift she tightened herself around him as hard as
she could, flexing muscles that she had tried to build since the
beginning of puberty.
He let her down quickly again, but this time released pressure
on her waist. She was supported solely by the strength of his member,
and this she admired greatly. Not a single man had endured up to this
point. His was obviously a tower of strength.
Again he lifted her and watched her face as her eyes opened.
She strained to grip him with her vagina has he lifted her up and right
to the tip of his dick. She still had her legs bent back at the knees,
and he gave her a comforting smile.
Without warning, he let her go, and she dropped on him. The
impact at first caused him pain but it quickly built to pleasure as she
giggled with delightful ecstacy. He moved his hands to her side again,
and started to enjoy the moment. The music was filling his head, there
was heaps of other people in the room - any of which could be watching
him through the smoky haze - and a beautiful girl was impaled on him.
He began to swing his hips with the rhythm, swinging her with
him. The temptation to get onto the dance floor was almost
irresistible. But whilst they were covered by the brilliant spot light,
he felt no desire to become too much of a display. He turned to his
right on a suspicion, and caught the glances of two girls as they
quickly looked away. Whether or not it was of shame for observing, or
disgust on the part of his partner or jealousy on his part he could not
guess.
And frankly he couldn't give a damn.
He swung a little more wildly and then jumped up and down a few
times. Then, on the spur of the moment, he twirled a full circle. The
pain of it was enough to stop him from falling over the edge and pump
into her, but his partner was experiencing nothing but bliss.
She hugged him hard, having just come to the edge of an orgasm,
and then put her hands in his. She lifted them up into the air until
they supported themselves, and then lifted herself on his hands,
scrunching her face in trying to hold her muscles as tight as possible
around him.
She lifted herslef all the way up and he fell out of her. She
was hanging too close to him and he almost penetrated her ass. That
would not have been altogether bad, but she had never tried that sort
of thing before and the thought of it actually scared her. She lowered
her legs and pushed against him in order to find him again. The head
touched again on her inner lips, and the pressure began to build. She
lifted her legs from the knees again and, knowing that sudden pressure
around him and a fall to the very base of his cock would follow, she
let herself go.
She squeezed onto him as tightly as before and dropped down
bloody hard, letting out a small yelp as she began to come. She
tightened around him, let her hands fall back over her head, and jerked
a spasm or two as she excreted a ridiculous amount of fluid.
He felt the incredible heat as the wave of her juices surge
passed him and in that moment he too was forced onto a higher level. In
the noise of her and the crowd, he looked to the right to see a guy
looking straight at him. All he heard was "Are ...finished........."
He looked to the right of that guy again to see the girls
smiling at him and licking their lips, almost laughing. At that moment
he came, and the look on his face as he tried to conceal the fact
showed both pain and discomfort. In the midst of the burst he managed a
rather uneven "Pardon me?"
The guy stepped closer, eyeing the female with legs off the
ground supported by nothing that immediately registered to the eye. His
initial moment of confusion led to a slight embarrassment, but he
persisted.
"I said, have you finished with these glasses?"
Five glasses were position on a bench - none of which were
theirs. Their own glasses had been left a small way back up the wall.
"Yeah, sure, take them."
The guy quickly stacked, looking at the junction of the two out
of the corner of his eye. He could just see the base of balls and the
wetness of her spread lips as he bent down with the stack of glasses in
his arm to pick up a glass that had fallen on the floor. His own member
suddenly grew hard at the thought of screwing this beautiful woman as
Justine turned to face him. He blushed, knowing he was caught, and
turned and hurried away. Several guys in behind the bar would soon know
what was going on and god knows what would happen then. Perhaps even a
spotlight might be turned on them just to embarrass them. He began to
panic, his heartbeat rushing wildly, as he pumped the last of his cum
into her.
She was coming down from her incredible orgasm and only just
realised that the glass collector had spoken. She noticed the girls too
and quickly wrapped her arms around Jim's neck. She kissed him
feverishly, almost a thank you for the level she had just attained, and
stayed in place as the strength died out of her support.
Her legs wrapped around his and she hung to him,
kissing and hanging and rubbing almost violently now. As he shrunk
inside her, little did he know that his movements were building another
crescendo inside her. She squeezed harder and harder to get him to
strengthen, but to no avail. The tightness of her clenches popped him
out, and in that last movement she shuddered to a brief but explosive
orgasm. In his ear, she whispered as she proceeded
"Myyyygggoooooooddddd, I'm coming again."
The smell of the juices from her wafted up to him, almost
perfume in their fragrance. She smelled so sweet he had the
instantaneous urge to want to eat her out. But in such an obvious
position, there wasn't much he could do but appear to support her by
her buttocks, whilst reaching around and rubbing her slightly. He knew
she was capable of yet another ascent to the incredible levels of
ecstasy and rapture that they had just experienced, but he had been
exhausted. Perhaps without the glass collector he could have managed
quite a few more times, but his spirit had left.
She lowered herself from him and, before separating, took the
time to replace his member inside his jeans, lifting the cotton
undergarment into place before lifting the zipper. Experience with
pubic hair and zippers, she reminded herself, led to an unhappy ending.
His first action was to lick the five fingers of the hand that
had entered her, and the taste was incredible. Like a musty flower the
scent he smelled transformed into a taste that transfixed him. The
combination of both their juices had seemed to make a cocktail of pure
perfection.
He gave her a taste and she smiled, her lips encircling his
fingers emulating the erotic oral intercourse he so desparately wanted
to undergo. The look in her eyes as her tongue flitted about his
fingernail almost re-invigorated his spirit. But this was no place for
a romance, they would have to find another time or place.
She released a stealthy sound from her lips, holding him closer
and looking him in the eye. "Your place or mine."
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