My best night at the club.
(It requires me to select three of the pre-defined niches. This contains M/f in my vehicle, it was my first time with the man, though there were no Fetishes or Voyeurs involved. I hope you all enjoy!)
It was warm, the mood of the club having shifted towards the later hours where couples were hooking up. My girlfriends had abandoned me about thirty minutes earlier, each of them having found their own Mr. Right for the evening. I was wearing my little black dress, and having anticipated something great might happen..A particular lack of undergarments. Then I met him, he was near six foot tall, towering over me and very well muscled. He leaned down to whisper into my ear, and his words sent a shiver down my spine. Soon enough I took hold of his hand and lead him towards my car. After About five minutes of him showing off his amazing tongue-work in my mouth, we finally got in, and I began to drive to my place. He couldn't wait, and neither could I though. Soon enough his fingers had crept onto my thigh, slipping down to gently brush across my nethers, while my right hand dipped into his slacks, grabbing hold of his length. I was pleasantly surprised at what I found. He was long, thick, and not even fully hard yet. We pulled over about ten minutes from my house, into a blacked out supermarket parking lot. I picked the furthest corner from the entrance I could find to do the dirty deed. Soon as I parked the car, he was out the door, coming around to my side..My first thoughts were, "What a gentlemen.." Only to have him open the door and fall to his knees before me. His hands pushed that little dress back, my hips pressing up to allow the fabric to be pulled back over my bottom. Then his face came forward, lips against my thighs, slowly building up until he came to my sex. My eyes closed, my breathing beginning to quicken as I gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and his hair with the other. He was truly gifted, as I felt myself quickly building towards a peak. He stopped, which was a true heartbreak at the time, though thinking back now, I'm glad he did. We moved to the backseat, him leaning back with me on my knees, leaning sideways to take his girth in my mouth. My tongue ran round the head several times, then gently moved back and forth across the shaft, while my fingers took a hold of the base of that cock, beginning to gently jerk. He was the most gifted man I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing with my own eyes, he was almost as thick as my wrist, and nearly the length of my forearms. After ten minutes of working at his length, we finally reached the best part. He slid down and I stood up as best I could, only to slowly lower myself down. He held that massive member straight up as I began to sink myself down on it, spreading my most intimate of areas. I almost took all of him, though a quarter inch from the bottom, the head bumped against my cervix. He grinned to me, and I to him, my fingers reaching down to rest gently against his clothed chest, as I rose up about four inches. I had planned on riding him for a while, though he had other ideas. His hands were on my hips, and he thrust up, again and again. I couldn't help but scream in extacy as I hit my peak, and rode it out for some time. My juices dripped down his thick member as he continued to go at it. He pounded away for nearly forty-five minutes until he finally lifted me up and leaned forward. At that point in time, I wouldn't have cared if he came inside me, though he did me the courtesy of finishing all over my mouth and neck, the thick warm substance slowly beading down towards my breasts as we both collapsed back in exhaustion. We rested for nearly ten minutes before he got up, exiting the car to run into the supermarket. He returned with four bottles of water, and a massive grin.
I drove him back to the club then, with my phone-number written on the front of his shirt. This was our first encounter, though definitely not our last.