Last weekend, I met up with some friends at a restaurant.

The plan was to have dinner before heading to a club. It was extremely busy and the wait for a table was long, so Jake and I went to the bar for a drink. Standing at the far end was a tall blonde in a little black dress.

“I’m going over to talk to her,” I said.

“You mean you’re going to get your balls handed to you,” he countered.

“We’ll see,” I said, and walked over to introduce myself. Instead of rejecting me, Emily was really friendly and even more beautiful up close. After I had talked and flirted with her for an hour, Jake came over to say our table was ready. I told him I’d catch up with everyone at the club later. I didn’t realize how much later it would be.

I asked if she’d like to go somewhere else instead of the crowded bar. We were sandwiched together, but Emily moved even closer and said she could meet her friends later — if she wanted to. I moved us to a recently vacated cozy corner. We were standing so close to each other, I could feel her nipples against my chest, and within minutes we were in the middle of a serious kiss.

Emily’s little black dress rode up when I ran my hands up her silky legs. I told her how smooth they felt, and she said that she was even smoother higher up. I reached between her legs and felt her wet and smooth cunt through her silky panties. I said I’d love to check out the wax job. She said that could be arranged, if I was ready to leave. I was so ready I could taste her.

We left in her SUV, with me at the wheel. As soon as we were on the road, Emily had her heels up on the dash and I had my greedy fingers in her pussy. By the time we’d arrived at her house, I’d given Emily her first orgasm of the night. I couldn’t wait for mine.

When we got inside, she wanted to fix some drinks. She bent down to get the vodka from a cabinet, and I got to appreciate her dress from a different angle. The view was too inviting to resist. I stood behind her, raised her dress, and dropped my pants. She placed the bottle on the bar and wriggled out of her thong as I took a moment to admire her firm ass before pursuing my first — but not my last — fuck of the night.

She was so juicy that I slid right into her wet heat. I pulled back slowly and drove into her again. I kept this up as Emily moaned and begged me to stop teasing her. When she turned her head to me and shoved her tongue into my mouth, I lost control and began slamming into her like a man on a mission. It was incredible. I came harder than ever before, with Emily crying out in pleasure.

We made the most of the occasion — standing, on the floor, in her bed, and on the couch, until we’d succeeded in exhausting ourselves. After we’d slept, she started my morning with a first-rate blowjob in the shower. She wasn’t much of a cook, so we had toast and coffee before I said I had to get going.

Emily drove me back to my car and we exchanged email addresses. I didn’t think I’d see her again, but a couple of months later, I ran into her at a party and we ended up back at my place. Now we get together for drinks and casual sex, but she’s been hinting about hooking up for New Year’s Eve, and I just might take her up on it