I wanted to get laid that night.
My boyfriend for the past two years just walked out on me. He met a slut one day and they decided to go to Europe together. I thought my life was devastated when he told me he was leaving me. I locked my self up in my apartment and cried for days.
“I am a nice looking woman. I have a good slender body and a nice personality, so why in the hell was he leaving me for that bitch?” I kept asking myself.
I am still in my thirties, I have a good job and I was doing well for myself, so who cares what he thinks! It is his loss. That night I was all out of tears and I wanted revenge. Most importantly I wanted sex, raw passionate sex, to get my mind away from that idiot. I wanted to find a nice looking guy for a one night stand. So I took a taxi down town and I ended up having sex with the taxi driver. Well, how hard could that be in 1985 in NewYork?
I was dressed up in a sleazy red dress that barely hid any of my charms. He kept looking at me with the car’s rear view mirror. Our eyes met and we stared at each other for a few minutes. Was I taking a big chance here? Was he the guy I was looking for? This was the first time I was doing such a thing and I was terrified, but I did not back up.
He broke the silence first, “Is it the dress you are wearing or your eyes are a little red?” he asked.
I have not heard such an awful pick up line since a long time, but I was relieved that he was also interested in me. “No, I was crying all night and my eyes are all puffed up,” I replied.
I did not know why I was spilling my guts out to this stranger, and a taxi driver at that. He looked like a fairly handsome man whom I could use to help me release my built-up anger. He seemed a decent guy, clean shaven, in his forties with a fair complexion, so what the hell. We ended up in his place that night.
It was a small but tidy roof top studio on the upper side of Manhattan. We had a few drinks and we talked about trivial things at first. Then we walked out on to the patio overlooking the city. The scene from the terrace was not the usual landscape of tall bright skyscrapers one would imagine of NewYork. But non-the-less it was a nice view of the other side of the city with the far dim building lights beneath a dark cloudless sky. Everything looked good so far and the tension I had was slowly fading away.
There was a light early summer breeze that night so we sat on two recliner chairs staring at the night sky. He pointed out the names of the stars and the various constellations in the heavens. I was fascinated. I had not bothered to look up to see the stars in this town before. I did not know that I could even do that with all the bright lights suffocating this city.
He pretended to help me bring down the back of my chair so I could see better when he suddenly kissed me on the lips. I froze up waiting for his next move. He kissed me again and I surrendered to his touch.
His hands started to probe underneath my dress until he reached my wet panties. Suddenly, he stopped again. He looked in my eyes while slowly caressing my undies. His eyes were asking my permission to proceed. I moaned quietly giving him the go ahead to continue.
His other hands started to grope my breasts. He squeezed gently at first then harder until my nipples almost shot out of my tight outfit. He inserted his hands inside my dress and lightly caressed my tits and nipples. I was prepared for that night so I was not wearing a bra.
His cold hands were like electricity going through my entire body. He brought my dress all the way down and helped me take it off then threw it on the floor. That night I only wanted sex and I got my wish.
I was lying in a stranger’s apartment, entirely naked, with only my panties on. Suddenly, I remembered that I did not even know that man’s name.
Who cares. I was having sex with a complete stranger under a beautiful night sky and having the time of my life.
He stood up and started taking his clothes off. He had a fairly good body for a man who spent most of his time sitting in a car. He wasn't one of those muscular athletic men but he looked like he took care of his body. He had slight round muscle structure with minimal of fat on the waist and stomach.
He stood completely naked in front of me. His dick, a little hard, was dangling a few inches away. I thought that I was lucky to have picked that guy up the first try.
While still on by back I grabbed his cock and squeezed gently. We were looking directly into each others eyes. I sat up and pulled him by his shaft bringing him closer to me. I started playing with it, caressing the tip then squeezing and pulling to make it harder.
I kissed it a few times, then put his entire cock in my mouth. One of my hands was holding it tightly while the other was playing with his balls. I brought it out of my mouth and started licking it one inch at a time.nI reached his balls, kissing at first then licking until I put each ball in my mouth and sucked them as if they were large pieces of deliciously sweet candy.
I kept eating his cock for the next couple of minutes. I gradually felt the pressure building up and I expected his dick to explode in any second.