Late Night Encounter

It was late, but the city was still alive with neon lights and the hum of distant conversations. I had been out drinking with friends, and the night was warm and inviting. As I walked home, I noticed her across the street. She was leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette, her eyes meeting mine with a smoldering gaze. She was dressed in a tight, black dress that hugged every curve of her body, and I could feel my cock stir in my pants.

I crossed the street, my heart pounding in my chest. As I approached, she took a long drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke out slowly, her lips curling into a seductive smile. “You’re looking at me like you want to fuck me,” she said, her voice low and Sultry.

I grinned, feeling a rush of adrenaline. “Maybe I do,” I replied, my eyes roving over her body. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to trace the outline of my cock through my pants. “Maybe you should,” she whispered, her fingers squeezing gently.

We found ourselves in a nearby alley, hidden from the prying eyes of passersby. She pushed me against the wall, her lips crashing onto mine. Her tongue flicked into my mouth, exploring and teasing. My hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass and pulling her closer. I could feel the heat between her legs, and my cock throbbed in anticipation.

She dropped to her knees, her hands working quickly to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. My cock sprang free, hard and ready. She looked up at me with a wicked grin before taking me into her mouth. Her lips were soft and wet, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. I groaned, my hands gripping her hair as she began to suck, her head bobbing up and down.

I could feel the pleasure building, my hips thrusting in time with her movements. But I wanted more. I wanted to be inside her pussy, to feel her tight and wet around my cock. I pulled her to her feet, my hands finding the hem of her dress and pushing it up. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the sight of her bare ass made my cock twitch.