Kelly did liquor sales for a local distributor and came into the bar one night for a promo event. I didn't like her at first. She wore too much make-up, she looked stuck up, just like some high maintenance bitch. With her blonde hair and amazing tan body, she knew that men wanted her and it went to her head. But then we were forced to talk for work related reasons. We hit it off, spent more time talking then working. By the end of the week, we were like best friends that had known each other forever.
Last Friday night, I took off from working my job at the bar to help her with another promo event at another bar. The pay wasn't as good as bartending, but hanging out with her made it all worth it.
She was just fun to be around. She was a hundred percent outgoing, where I'm much more an introvert. She was full of energy, most of it sexual. She had a boyfriend, but she loved having men lust after her. She never wore too much clothes, she was always wearing something tight and rarely hid her perky breasts in a bra.
I went to the gym with her one afternoon and she wore just a sports bra and tiny pair of shorts. The men were distracted, busy staring at her athletic body. She was around thirty, but has the body of an eighteen year old.
You could say I had a crush on her, but I think it was more like I wanted to have her body and dress the way that she does. I wanted to have her sexual energy and her exhibitionist attitude. I hadn't seen it in person, but she'd told me stories of flashing her tits, even masturbating in public places for her boyfriend.
The promo event Friday night was fun, I was giving away free drinks and getting hit on by a lot of really good looking men. However, things didn't get interesting until we got back to her house, practically a mansion on the bay. Her boyfriend was some sort of real estate developer and had done very well for himself. He wasn't home Friday night when we got back there. It was just the two of us.
I didn't think she had any interest in me besides as friends. I wasn't going to make a move, even though this would've been the perfect time as we sat on the couch, sipping wine and enjoying the view.
Luckily, she made the move. She turned to me and my heart skipped a beat. I really didn't think she was attracted to me.
She brushed the hair out of my face, then leaned in and kissed me. I've kissed a handful of women, but none came with so much lust and energy. I feared that she would drown me in her energy, but she took her time, calmly, gently kissing me.
Her lips slid off of mine and we leaned back, soaking in what had just happened. She smiled, and a naughty grin formed on my face.
“ I want you to feel me, explore me.” Her voice soft, but still full of energy. “I want to make you moan.”
“ What about Dan?”
“ He's away for the week on a business trip. We have the place all to ourselves.”
We kissed again, turning up the sexual energy between us, creating a wetness between my legs.
I would've been happy just making out all night with her, but she had other ideas. Things heated up with just her fingers brushing my legs. I couldn't resist reaching over to her and touching her soft skin, connecting to her energy.
We kept kissing as she ran her hands gently across my cleavage that escaped from my little black dress. Gentle, almost like her touch wasn't real, not groping or fondling.
She slid her hand into my dress, underneath the nylon/spandex fabric of my bra. She brushed her fingers across my nipple and my body shook. She took it between her fingers and squeezed it. I thought I would melt right on the couch.
Things happened fast. She took my breasts out of my dress, kissing my nipples, gently caressing my tits.
I pulled down the front of her dress. She wasn't wearing her bra. Her perky tits greeted me, her nipples already hard. Her tits felt natural in my hand, but for the first time I knew they were fake based on their shape.
I don't know if another woman has ever made me this turned on. I don't remember the last time a man made me feel so sexy.
Our hands explored each other, however we were still keeping it PG-13. She fondled my breasts, caressed them in her soft hands. I wanted to feel her hands between my legs, but for now they stayed away.
I ended up on my back on the couch, her laying dangerously next to me, kissing me, but staying just far enough away that it created a fire inside of me. A fire that I needed her to satisfy with her touch, her body and hopefully her lips before the night was over.
She didn't just suck on my nipples and caress my breasts. She worshiped my chest. She worshiped my whole body.
“Let's go upstairs.”
I was in another world and it took me a few moments for me to process what she said, then I nodded “yes.”
I followed her into her bedroom, a room filled with simple, stylish luxury.