I was sitting in the pub on Thursday night, my usual happy-hour night with my friends, when I spotted a hot girl at the other end of the bar.

I’d seen her there before, but usually with a boyfriend. I kept glancing over as my friends and I drank, and she definitely seemed to be with a bunch of girls, no boyfriend in sight. I noticed that she kept checking me out, too. When she headed to the restroom, I followed.

I struck up a conversation with her while she was waiting, and she mentioned that she’d been celebrating closing some kind of big deal at work. I asked her why she wasn’t celebrating with a boyfriend, saying that there was no way she could be single. She said that she’d broken up with “a loser” the week before, adding, “But I’m feeling so great right now that I think I’m ready to get back on that horse, if you know what I mean.”

I laughed, said I’d be happy to oblige, and that I lived around the corner. “I’m sure you rarely accept invitations to go to a stranger’s apartment for a drink, but the bartender can vouch for me.”

It was her turn to laugh. “Do you honestly think I’ve never seen you watching me before tonight? I’m pretty sure I can trust you. Of course, I’m still going to text your address to my friend when I get to your place.”

I walked her to my apartment and offered her a beer, but she didn’t give me a chance to get it. She grabbed me and kissed me hard. I pushed my tongue between her lips and let it slide along hers as I explored her mouth. I guided her over to the couch as we kissed, and we stumbled across the room before falling onto it in a tangled heap, never breaking our kiss. In fact, once we were halfway horizontal, our kiss grew more intense, and our hands started to explore the same way our tongues had.

I maneuvered so that she was lying beneath me, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, like she was silently urging me to dry-hump her. I felt like a teenager again as I ground against her denim-covered pussy, then reached under her shirt for her tits, but she stopped long enough to pull off her top — and did it faster than any girl I’ve known.

After I got her bra off, I played with her big tits, one of my favorite things about foreplay. Her nipples were already hard, and when I sucked on them, she rubbed her crotch against mine, panting and moaning like she was halfway done already. Damn, this girl was ready to rock!

We took a quick break to strip, then I grabbed a condom from the drawer in the table and suited up. She was lying back on the couch, lightly rubbing her clit and spreading her juices around her slit with one hand while tugging on one of her nipples with the other. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I climbed on top of her, shifted into position, and thrust hard into her dripping cunt. We both groaned loudly, and she continued to stroke herself as I moved in and out.

Within minutes, I was thrusting so hard that her tits were bouncing around, and she was moaning that she was about to come. When I pushed her tits together and sucked both nipples into my mouth, she went off. I felt her muscles milking my dick as I moved, and that set me off. I shot into the rubber so hard I was afraid it would break!

I shifted to the side so we could both relax for a few minutes, then got up to get rid of the condom. When I came back, she was on her feet, and I led her into the bedroom, where we fucked and sucked all night. I’m not sure what was wrong with her ex-boyfriend, but she must have been sexually deprived. She was starving for cock — literally. Before she left in the morning, she sucked me off, and it was the best BJ I’ve ever had. I can’t wait to run into her again when she’s horny.