This is a true story:
I am twenty, and not prone to do wild things, but occasionally, I do tend to go after men I've seen in clubs.
Such was the case a few weeks ago, when I was in a small club in London.
After dancing with a man for a long time, and snogging him in a dark corner, he and I decided to leave for a little more explicit fun. He was much older than me - 37!
We found a nice spot to go to and almost immediately he attacked my breasts. He stroked them at first and then said, 'I want to make you come in my arms.'
Well, that was alright by me.
He leaned over and began to flick my nipples with his tongue. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as I moaned in pleasure. I wanted to make him feel good, too, so I unzipped his fly and began gently stroking his cock. We needed more lubrication, though, so I leaned over and licked the shaft all the way from the base to the head.
'I want to do the same for you,' he said. I unbuttoned my pants and he stuck his hand on my pussy, running his fingers along the outside of it. When he began to rub my clit, I had to stop touching his cock and just concentrate on myself. My hips were bucking and thrusting involuntarily into his hand. When I told him I was about to come, he plunged three fingers into my pussy and let me ride out my orgasm on his hand. I was very loud!
After I had come, I returned to helping him get off, but maybe because of the alcohol I wasn't really getting anywhere. Unsure of what to do, I said, 'Why don't you do this yourself? I'll talk to you.'
I strattled his lap so his face was in my breasts while he continued to wank himself. I whispered all my fantasies into his ear, about how I sometimes thought I might like group sex, and about how I prefer to be submissive. I watched him stroke his own cock, and it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! He came and shot straight up into the air, splattering my breasts.
Now we exchange dirty emails every day. Me from New York and him from London.