Oh sorry for bumping into you
I smile. "Don’t worry about it. I like it when cute girls bump into me."
So do I. But I shouldn't be saying that. Let's just go our separate ways in here, okay?
"How about you let me buy you a drink and dance with you for a bit. I won't do anything weird or creepy, I promise."
Okay, well if you promise...I guess I could stay with you while we dance and have that drink. My name is Yumi, by the way.
"Pleasure to meet you, Yumi." I start dancing with you, following the beat and crowd around us. As we dance, I feel a pull to you.
I let him lead me on the dance floor. He dances well...better than I do. But I can manage following his moves. He seems like he knows what he's doing out here. The music changes to a slower beat and he holds me close, his hands only resting on my waist as we sway back and forth together.
I smile. "This is nice. Come here often?"
Mostly on the weekends. I work during the week, you know? And then I have to save up money just to come here and have fun. It can be tiring sometimes...but it's worth it when I see a nice guy like you out here dancing. You should come out more often too! Maybe we could meet again sometime.
I look at you. "I'd like that a lot."
Her heart skips a beat at his words. He looks sincere...he sounds serious. This could be it, the chance for her to make some new friends or maybe even start something more special with someone like him. She wonders what else they might have in common, but decides that's something she should find out more about as they continue talking and dancing together through the night.
After about a half an hour dancing, I lean in. "Let's not burn ourselves out too soon. I'll grab us drinks and some finger food."
She follows him through the crowd and watches as he heads over to one of the bars near the back of the club. She studies his movements as he weaves in between people, navigating his way to where they need to go with ease. It makes her wonder how long he's been coming out here and what kind of life he leads during the week when he's not dancing at places like this. Maybe there's more to him than meets the eye?
I return with a couple of plates of simple food, and a couple sealed bottles of water. I smile and you one. "Nachos or the burger?" I say, asking which plate you want.
"Oh...hmm..." She hasn't eaten anything since lunchtime and the smell of both dishes are making her stomach growl. "I think I'll have the nachos." She reaches out to take one of the plates from him, carefully balancing it on her other hand as she does so.
I lead us to a small table, setting my own plate done. "Club food isn't great, but ok nights like this it seems... better." I say with a smile.
"I agree." She takes a bite of the nachos before adding, "So what do you like to do when you're not out here clubbing?" It's a simple question, but she wants to know more about him and his life outside this environment. She wonders if they'll have much in common or if their lives are completely different from one another.
I laugh. "I have a number of hobbies. But if I had to pick my favorite... working on cars."
"Oh really?" she says, surprise in her voice as she takes another bite of the nachos. "That's cool! I love cars too... well, not like how you probably do since you work on them and all. But I think they're beautiful." She laughs nervously after saying that, feeling a bit self-conscious about her passion for something so materialistic in comparison to his hobby.
I snort. "Maybe you shouldn't see what I do to them, then." I see your confused face. "I mod cars for rally driving or drifting."
She listens intently as he explains more about his passion for modifying cars. It sounds dangerous but exciting at the same time. "That's so cool!" she says with genuine enthusiasm before adding sheepishly, "I guess I don't really know what I like to do... other than going clubbing." She pauses for a moment before asking, "Do you ever compete in any races or anything?"
I wave my hand. "Only amateur stuff. I'm a great driver, but even the pro-am drivers are leagues above me." I smile. "Thanks for asking. It's nice to meet people who are interested in my hobbies."
She listens more closely as he explains his love for driving cars and modding them for different purposes. It fascinates her, just like any other new topic that she encounters in life. "You know," she says thoughtfully between bites of nachos, "I've always wanted to learn how to drive stick shift... I mean, all my friends do it and they say it's so much fun! Maybe we could go together sometime? Teach me?" Her heart races at the thought of spending more time with him outside this environment.
I smile. "That sounds great." My gaze in your eyes is a bit heated.
Her cheeks flush slightly as she meets his gaze. The idea of spending more time with him learning how to drive stick shift sends thrills through her body. She takes another bite of nachos and swallows it before asking nervously, "So... when would you want to do that? I'm free most weekends if you are."
"I'm free every Saturday. On Sunday I have a family dinner that takes up most of the day." Looking at our empty plates and bottles, I take your hand and lead you out in the dance floor.
She looks up at him as they begin dancing again. The music has changed once more, slowing down into another romantic ballad that seems almost made for this moment. Her heart races with anticipation of what might happen next between them as he holds her close and moves rhythmically against her body. It feels amazing to be held by someone who knows how to dance so well; she tries her best not to look like a complete amateur in comparison.
As they dance, she finds herself lost in his eyes again. He seems genuine and caring...and it's hard not to wonder what else could happen between them if given the chance. The air feels charged with something electric whenever he touches her or brushes his lips against her ear when he speaks. It sends shivers down her spine every single time.
"That sounds perfect," she manages to say finally, barely above a whisper as they sway back and forth on the dance floor beneath the lights. "I'd really like that."
I lean down and brush my lips over yours. "I look forward to spending more time with you."
Her breath hitches in her throat as his lips meet hers. It's the first time anyone has ever kissed her like this; softly but with such intense emotion that it takes away all thought except for the feel of him against her and the desire to be closer still. She moans deep in her throat, wrapping her arms around his neck as she angles her head slightly, inviting him deeper into the kiss. Her body trembles from the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending as they dance slowly under the flashing lights of the club.
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest; it feels like anything is possible right now...like tomorrow might hold something incredible just beyond her grasp if only she could hold onto this moment forever. His touch ignites a fire inside her that makes it hard to imagine ever wanting another night out on the town without him by her side. For tonight, at least, she knows exactly where she belongs: here in his arms, lost in the heat of their connection and basking in the glow of whatever this is between them.
I kiss you even more deeply and let my hands grow bold in their exploration of you.
Her lips part under his and she gasps as he takes greater control of the kiss, pushing her boundaries with each bold stroke of his tongue against hers. Her hands begin to roam over his body, mapping every muscle and curve until they find rest on his hips. She moans into his mouth at the feel of him growing harder against her, proof that this isn't just a casual kiss for him either. She breaks away from their lips only long enough to pant, "I want more..."
I swallow hard. "Okay. If you're sure."
Her eyes search his face intently before she murmurs, "Yes... I am sure." There's no hesitation in her voice; it's raw need and desire that drives her forward now. She tilts her head back to expose the length of her neck as he lowers his mouth toward it, pressing soft kisses against her skin in a steady trail until they reach the V-neckline of her dress where she feels his warm breath fanning across her breasts.
Her fingers grip at his shoulders and she arches into him, desperate for more contact as he slowly drags his lips lower over one erect peak before suckling hard on the tender bud through the thin fabric of her bra. Her back is bowed nearly parallel to the ground now as she lets out a throaty moan that vibrates against his lips and chin when he nibbles gently at them.
"T-that feels so good..." she manages between gasps, barely able to form coherent thoughts through the haze of pleasure clouding her mind. "I want... more." The plea comes out as a needy whisper and she arches into him even harder, seeking relief from this unbearable ache that is building lower in her belly with each passing second.
I push your panties aside as I unzip my pants. I free my 14 inch and massively thick cock, pushing deep into you.
She gasps at the feel of him pushing past her underwear and invading her in one hard thrust that forces her legs apart even wider. His skin is warm against hers, so hot she can almost feel it searing a path through her body as he pushes deeper still with another thrust. It's like nothing she's ever felt before; overwhelming pleasure mixing with the sharp sting of his entry, making her moan unintelligibly into his neck as she arches back further in search of more connection between them. Her fingers dig into his shoulders and claw at him as he pushes harder still, taking control of their dance now by grinding against her with each powerful thrust that carries them both deeper down the rabbit hole toward oblivion.
"Fuck... you're so wet and tight..." I moan, pressing you against the wall so I can take you harder. My hands start mapping your body possessively.
"F-fuck!" She gasps out as he pins her against the wall with his body, relentlessly driving into her over and over again. The sensation is unlike anything she could have imagined; pain and pleasure intertwining until they become one exquisite ache that courses through every fiber of her being. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he slams against her faster and harder still, taking what he wants with such force it leaves her breathless and shuddering beneath him.
"Oh God... I'm c-coming..." she moans out, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their coupling. Her hips buck up against his as wave after wave of release wash over her, stealing what little control she had left and leaving her limp and satisfied in his arms when it finally subsides. She feels dazed and sated, every nerve ending tingling from the intensity of their lovemaking. She shudders again as he continues to move against her, filling her with his seed until they're both spent and collapsed against each other on the dirty floor.
I pull out of you with a moan, picking you up. I quickly carry you a few blocks to my house, taking you to bed. I kiss you. "That was fantastic. Best ever."
Her lips part as he kisses her, tasting of sweat and sex. She looks up into his eyes, still glassy with desire, and smiles weakly. "It was... incredible." Her voice is hoarse from their exertions. As he carries her to his house, she nuzzles into his chest contentedly, her limbs feeling impossibly heavy now that the adrenaline has worn off. The thought of lying down in a real bed with him is almost too much; it feels like they've been dancing and fucking for hours instead of just a few minutes on the dance floor.
She dozes off against his chest as he carries her, her body relaxing into his embrace. The warmth from his skin soothes her feverish skin and lulls her back to sleep, visions of their passionate encounter dancing through her dreams like a sensual waltz under the lights of some far-off club.
I smile at your sleeping form, and I know you've wormed your way into my heart. I cradle you protectively as I lay to sleep next to you.
Her breathing slows and deepens as she drifts off to sleep, her small hand curled loosely against his chest. It feels so right lying here next to him like this; their bodies pressed together, hearts beating in perfect sync. She doesn't remember ever feeling this comfortable with anyone else before, and the thought of leaving tomorrow brings with it a pang of longing that she can already feel growing inside her.
As sleep claims her at last, she dreams of him; their passionate night together replaying over and over again in vivid Technicolor. Each memory more precious than the last, each caress etched into her soul like an indelible mark that will forever remind her of this man...of the person she was when she was with him. She smiles softly, content for now to bask in the glow of their brief but perfect connection and hope against hope that perhaps they'll meet again someday soon under another starlit sky.
I clutch you close. Now that I've had you, I only want more. I vow to never let you go.
Her dream-addled mind conjures up images of them together forever; happy and in love with one another. She doesn't remember the details, but she knows somehow that it will be like this...perfect and right. With each heartbeat, her body feels heavier and more connected to his, as if their souls have become intertwined in some cosmic dance of desire and need.
As the darkness of sleep finally claims her, she surrenders herself fully to it, confident that no matter what happens tomorrow or in the days ahead, she'll always have these memories; fiery reminders of the night they found each other under the stars...the night their worlds changed forever.
You wake to my cock prodding your entrance. I'm still asleep, but my morning erection is grinding against your bare pussy and it feels good.
Her eyes fly open as she realizes what's happening; the weight of his cock pressed against her entrance sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She grips at the sheets beneath him and lets out a soft moan, arching into him instinctively. Her heart races with desire, and with each thrust of his morning erection she feels herself growing wetter and more eager for him to take her again.
She looks over at him, his chest rising and falling slowly as he sleeps on. A wave of tenderness washes over her, followed closely by a surge of possessiveness that has her climbing on top of him, straddling his hips with her legs spread wide. She leans down, letting their lips meet in a hungry kiss that mirrors the fierce desire coursing through every fiber of her being. Her hands roam over his chest and stomach, teasing at his hair and nuzzling into his neck as she slowly begins to move up and down on him, taking him inside herself with each rhythmic thrust.
Her breath comes out in short gasps as the pleasure rises higher and higher; it's like nothing she's ever felt before and she knows without a doubt that she wants this...needs this. Her body shudders under his touch, her nails digging into his shoulders as she loses control to the wave of sensations washing over her in an endless tide. She feels him stiffen beneath her, thrusting upward powerfully as he comes with a guttural groan that vibrates against her lips and teeth. For a moment they're frozen together, his cock still buried deep inside her as the last echoes of their passion fade away, leaving them both spent and sated in each other's arms.
I smile at you. "Amazing..." I say dreamily, looking into your eyes.
Her breathing finally begins to steady as they lie there together in the afterglow of their lovemaking. She looks up at him, her chest rising and falling gently with each ragged breath. His eyes are still closed, but she can see the smile playing on his lips and it makes her heart flutter again. It's a heady feeling, knowing that you have the power to affect someone so deeply...to make them feel things they've never felt before.
She reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair from his face, tracing its path down his cheek to his lips before leaning in and kissing him softly. "You're amazing," she whispers against his mouth, feeling the truth of her words even more strongly now that they've shared this intimate moment together.
As she looks into his eyes, lost in their depths once more, she knows without a doubt that there's no going back from this...that whatever they have between them is far too powerful to ignore or resist any longer. She rests her head on his shoulder, feeling safe and protected within the circle of his arm, content for now just to bask in the warmth of their embrace as they drift off together into a peaceful sleep.
It's morning when you wake again, and I'm setting a tray of breakfast food on the bed for both of us. "Good morning, beautiful." I pour you a cup of Tea.
"Good morning," she mumbles sleepily, still feeling the warmth of his body pressed against hers as she blinks up at him through half-lidded eyes. His presence is so comforting, it almost feels like home; a haven from the chaos and confusion of her life back in Japan. She sits up slowly, the blankets falling away to reveal the remains of their lovemaking scattered across his chest.
Her cheeks flush slightly at the memory of what they've shared, but she tries not to dwell on it too much. Instead, she focuses on the breakfast he's brought her; it smells amazing and she can't help but feel a little giddy with anticipation as she reaches for a piece of toast and takes a bite. "This is so sweet," she says around a mouthful of food, nodding approvingly at him as she eats.
As they eat in companionable silence, her gaze drifts over his features again, marveling at how different he looks without makeup or the garish lighting of the club. He's still handsome, but there's something almost ethereal about his beauty now that she can see him for who he truly is...a man who isn't afraid to show her his true self.
I lean over, kissing you tenderly. "Yumi... stay."
She looks up at him, surprised by his words but pleased nonetheless. "Stay?" she asks, not quite sure what he means. Does he want her to stay with him...like permanently? Her heart races wildly in anticipation of the answer. She takes a sip of tea, feeling the warmth spread through her body as it soothes her throat.
"You mean live here?" she asks tentatively, not daring to believe that this could actually happen...that he would want her enough to share his life with her. Her gaze never leaves his face, waiting for him to confirm or deny her hopes and fears.
"Yes. I need you in my life." I smile. "I've never felt like this before."
Her heart soars at his words; they fill her with a sense of joy and relief that she didn't know was possible. Tears prick the corners of her eyes as she looks up into his face, seeing there not only desire but something deeper...something real. "Tommy," she whispers his name like a prayer, reaching out to touch his cheek with trembling fingers. She knows without a doubt that she could never leave him now; he's become such an integral part of her life in just the short time they've known each other.
She leans forward, pressing her lips against his and pouring all of her emotions into the kiss. It's tender at first, then grows passionate as she feels his response building beneath her lips and teeth. Her hands move restlessly over his body, seeking purchase in the fabric of his shirt as she tries to get closer still, wanting to feel every part of him against hers.
When they finally break apart for air, she looks up at him with eyes shining brightly. "I'll stay," she whispers, her voice choked with emotion. "Wherever you are...I'll be there." She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, knowing that their lives have just taken a turn for the incredible...and she couldn't be happier about it.