It was the first time we had played Birmingham in many years, and the show had gone great. As usual, I had freshened up and wandered into the crowd to enjoy the club night after. I was standing at the bar and turned to see one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.

She was slim, with long black hair and flawless dark skin, wearing a killer black satin low-cut dress with a split exposing the thigh of one toned leg. Lost in looking at her, I literally said, “Wow.”

She looked at me and said, “Did you just say, 'Wow'?”

“Yes, I did. Sorry, but you really are beautiful and that dress- wow, stunning,” I stuttered, not realising I had said it out loud and was now rather embarrassed. The delicate but strong features of her face broke into a broad smile.

“Weren’t you on stage earlier?” she said, looking me up and down.

“Yes, I am the guitarist in the last band. Hi,” I stuttered again.

“Well, are you going to buy me a drink then, or are you just going to keep staring?”

“Of course, what can I get you?” I laughed. I bought her a drink, and we moved to sit in a booth and chatted for the next hour.

She explained that it was rare she dressed like this and was normally in jeans and a metal T-shirt, but had been to a friend’s dinner party earlier and had not had time to go home and change. I again apologised for staring but stated I was glad she had not had time to change.

She told me she was a twenty-two-year-old law student, but was a huge fan of alternative music. We talked bands for a while, and I noted that she was making some pretty intense eye contact while we spoke.

“Are you not drinking?” she asked.

“No, I have my car out back and will be heading back to Sheffield at some point."

“Oh, well, maybe you could give me a lift home; I make really good coffee,” she said with a smile and leaned in to kiss me.

“Well, I really like coffee; let’s go,” I said when we finally broke the kiss.

Fifteen minutes later, I pulled into the driveway of a massive house. I walked to the other side of the car, opened her door and offered my hand. “This is where you live?”

“Haha, I am living with my parents while I am studying, but they are in Spain at the moment. My father is a lawyer, and my mother was a model in the seventies.”

“Well, that explains where you got your beautiful looks from,” I said.

She smiled and leaned in, kissing me deeply, then said, “I have always had a soft spot for skinny white dudes, but I have never slept with a goth before,” she stated.

“Well, if I am honest, I have never slept with a black girl before,” I said, laughing.

“Really? I have; we are awesome. Are you ok?” she said with a cheeky laugh.

“Yes, sorry, just imagining you with another sexy black girl,” I said with a grin.

She giggled and grabbed my hand, walking towards the house. We entered through a large hallway and into a huge open-plan area that included a sitting area and a kitchen with a large island in the middle.

“Make yourself at home,” she said as she walked into the kitchen area. I wandered through to the four wide French windows that looked out on the impressive garden behind.

“So, do I still get a wow?” she said from behind me.

I turned to see her standing in front of the island in the kitchen. She had taken off the black dress and was standing wearing only sheer black panties and a bra; her skin was flawless, and her entire body was slim and toned.

“Wow, you are a fucking goddess.” I finally managed to say after too long a pause.

She laughed and, as I started to walk towards her, said, “Stay there.”

I stopped and watched as she undid and took off her bra, then turned her back to me and slid the thong over her exquisitely curved behind.

“Your arse is a work of art!” I said.

She smiled, leaned back on the island and said, “Take your T-shirt off.”

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it on the sofa behind me.

“Nice tattoos,” she said, looking me up and down. I noticed her hand was gently stroking the smooth, shaved skin between her legs.

“Thank you. May I come over now?” I asked.

She nodded.

I strode over to her and grabbed the back of her head and wrapped my other arm around her. Crushing her naked body to mine and kissing her, my tongue entwined hers as my hands crept lower and squeezed her arse, then stroked around her stomach and down to caress the smooth outer lips of her pussy. As my fingers probed gently inside, it became apparent how wet she was.

Finally, her calm demeanour was broken; she moaned loudly, and her fingers tore at my jeans, undoing them and her hands diving inside to stroke my cock. “Fuck, I want you!” she stated as we broke the long kiss.

I spun her around and bent her over the kitchen island, forcing my jeans over my hips. I took hold of my cock and entered her from behind in one smooth movement.

Savouring the embrace of her tight body for a few moments, my hands reached around her body to grip her breasts, then started to thrust steadily into her from behind. She bent her head back, smiling at me and leaning back to kiss me.

As the kiss broke, I pushed her back down onto the countertop, held her arms by her sides and started to increase the depth and speed of my thrusts. She was moaning loudly, and before long, I could hear her breathing becoming more erratic.

“I am close, fuck I am close,” she said, lifting her leg. I took her leg in my hand to help steady her as her hand dropped to rub her clitoris as she continued to moan loudly.

“Yes, fuck yes, fuck yeees! "she exclaimed loudly, her cries of pleasure echoing around the large open-plan room.

I slowed my movements as I allowed her to recover her senses.

She lifted herself off me and turned, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me breathlessly. When she let go, I kicked my jeans off, which had made their way down to my knees.

She looked at me passionately, took my hand and said, “Come here!” as she walked towards the seating area.

I laughed and said, “Has anyone ever told you that you are kinda bossy?”

“Actually, people tell me that all the time. Now sit down and shut up,” she said with a grin and placed her hand on my chest, pushing me onto the large dark blue sofa.

I watched her slender form as she walked to the corner of the room. As she walked back towards me, music started to play from hidden speakers.

“Normally, I am the one giving orders, but in your case, I will make an exception!” I said with a laugh.

She knelt on the sofa beside me, placed her hand on my cheek, and kissed me tenderly and deeply.

She looked me in the eye and, with a wide smile, said, “That was fucking amazing, but there is something I have wanted to do since you first said Wow to me in the club.” As she was talking, she had taken my dick into her hand and started to stroke it gently.

I swallowed, trying to control my voice and said, “Oh yes, and what is that?”

She continued to stroke as she slowly answered me.

“Well, your clothes are so tight that as we were standing and talking, I could actually see you get hard through your jeans. So while you were trying to be charming and chat me up and I was acting all cute and shy, I was already imagining wrapping my lips around your cock.”

Again, I swallowed hard. “Oh really?” I said with a laugh.

“Yes, really!” she repeated as she again kissed me deeply. “Wrapping my lips around your cock...” She kissed her way down my chest and stomach. “Just like this,” she said and wrapped her lips around my now throbbing cock.

As I sighed loudly, she slowly slid me to the back of her mouth. It did not take long for her to draw loud moans from my throat as she took me to the back of hers.

As her hand pumped at my shaft and her lips sucked greedily at me, I felt my entire body tense and explode in her mouth, flooding her tongue with hot liquid.

She retreated, swallowed loudly and then continued to suck back and forth until, twitching and laughing, I said, “Enough, enough, I can’t take any more.”

She looked up at me with a satisfied smile and wiped her mouth. She slumped on her side with her head on my lap, and all I could think to say was, “Wow!”

She giggled.

We cuddled on the sofa and chatted for about half an hour. “I never did get that bloody coffee,” I laughed.

“Cheeky sod!” she said, then looked up and said, “Oh, sorry, do you actually want a coffee?”

“Yes, please.” I smiled.

She jumped up and walked towards the kitchen before stopping, looking back at me and saying, “Was that just a way to stare at my arse again?”

“No, but that is certainly a bonus,” I said with a smile.

She laughed and made a coffee, which she brought over to the sofa. She then sat at my feet on the floor, and we continued to talk as I drank.

As I finished my coffee, she took my hand and said Shall we go upstairs.

As I walked up the stairs behind her, she said, “You are staring at my ass again, aren’t you!”  

“Yes, I am,” I said and aimed a hard slap at her behind.

She squealed and ran up the remaining stairs. I followed her into a large bedroom.

As she reached the double bed and turned, I took her in my arms and kissed her. I placed my hand on the back of her head and lowered her down onto the bed, holding her hands above her head and kissing and biting at her neck.

Slowly making my way down to take her nipples into my mouth in turn, I listened to her sigh as I kissed and licked my way down her tight, taut, flat stomach. I finally came to rest on my knees between her legs at the edge of the bed.

I planted kisses along the inside of her thighs, lapping at the edge of her outer lips before finally running my tongue roughly over her lips, parting them with my fingers and probing inside with my tongue as she softly moaned above. 

Her moans became soft cries of pleasure as I finally stopped teasing her and sucked her clitoris between my lips, flicking at it with the end of my tongue, trying different motions until I found the one that made her tense and twitch.

My fingers continued to stroke and eventually penetrated her lips. I turned my hand palm up to hook my fingers forward as I saw her hands gripping and pulling at the duvet and her cries became louder. Her breathing was now laboured and erratic.

I doubled my efforts, and she almost screamed, “Oh yes, fuck yes, fuck yes, please don’t stop, don’t stop.” Her hands grabbed my hair and held me as she spasmed and screamed the house down.

Her hands collapsed beside her, and she looked down at me as I smiled up at her. “Ok, my turn to say wow!”

I laughed as I stood up and said, “I have not finished with you yet!”

I rolled her onto her stomach, aimed a hard slap at her arse and pushed one of her legs up at the knee so she was half on her side, I knelt behind her and slid into her from behind. She leant up on one elbow looking back at me with desire in her eyes as I reached forward and squeezed and stroked her breasts.

I thrust into her from behind. I took her hard from behind for the next five minutes, enjoying the view of her beautiful dark skin as I watched her face contort and her mouth open wide in silent anguish as my fingers found her clit till she looked back at me and sighed, “I want you in my mouth.”

She rolled forward and turned around onto her knees, grabbing my cock and taking it into her mouth as I knelt on the bed. She spent the next five minutes enthusiastically sucking my cock in and out of her lips, alternating between using her hands and holding my hips and using only her mouth.

Hearing me start to moan and my breathing become laboured, she sped up her hand, pumping along my length and sucking on the tip until I finally sighed and flooded her mouth.

She swallowed with a gulp and carried on licking until I finally slumped back onto my knees. She looked up at me and wiped away a dribble of cum from her chin, the white contrasting against her ebony skin.

She licked it off her finger and said, “I do love sucking your cock.”

“Sorry, I promise I am normally more eloquent, but all I can think to say is, Wow,” I said with a tired but content laugh.

“That seems to be the word of the evening. Do you want to stay the night?” she asked as she lay on the duvet next to me.

“If that is ok with you,” I answered.

“Of course, but you will have to be gone by nine, unless you want to meet my parents, of course,” she said with a laugh.

“Hmm, hi, I met your daughter last night; she is amazing at sucking cock,” I laughed. 

She playfully slapped my arm and said, “Hey, I am also a fantastic fuck!”

“Yes, you are,” I agreed as I leaned in to kiss her.

We would actually stay in touch for the next year or two and met up on one other occasion, but that is another story.

(See story illustrations folder in media section for pics to accompany the story.)