Saw right through

Sexual behaviour can always be picked apart… if you have sexual intentions with someone, they will usually notice it. It’s human nature, it’s part of our animal instinct… now, it is up to your prey to respond positively or negatively to your sexual advances, taking cue of your body language and expressions. Men have developed a tactic to hunt sexually with success.

But women have as well, and it much subtler, delicate and also sexier than what men can do. It’s that so, that confident women can usually get men to do whatever they want for them. This is the catalyst of my story. In my life, I don’t focus much on relationships or anything of the sort, because I consider myself too busy for it. However… I have needs that must be satisfied sometimes, and so I have to go out and look for a man to help me with that.

Because of this, I am a frequent club-goer. I dress up quite casual, but I always seem to get the attention of some guys, despite my average looks. Short blonde hair, blue eyes, average bust size… I am not exactly the most standout girl, but I have my methods. And men seem to fall for it all the time, so I give myself plenty of credit.

Saturday, 9 p.m. I walk into my favorite club, and get covered in colorful lights, I walk in to a daze of people dancing, hypnotized by the music. From the corner of my eye, a few minutes after walking in, I noticed a man from the bar has put his gaze on me. I don’t turn to see him so that he will not change his view point. I strut into the club, looking around me, still feeling the gaze of this man looking all over my body. I turn slightly to see him, and am pleased to see he is a young-looking handsome man. I feel instantly attracted, so I walked towards the bar and sat a few seats away from him. His gaze was still fixated on me.

I gave him a few looks back, and I noticed a smirk on his face already. I looked as if I was calling for him, flashing my skin slightly and letting him take a peek. He seemed like he was getting more excited about the whole thing, so when the chance arose, he sat closer to me. He didn’t miss his opportunity to strike up a conversation. He seemed to be an interesting guy, but obviously he was only interested in sex, so I made him cut the crap. I put my finger on his mouth and stood up, signaling him to follow me to the dancefloor; which he did without hesitation.

We danced a frenetic, very sexual dance. We danced through the entire song, and our bodies seemed to be pretty much synchronized. I grabbed the young man by his hand, and led him outside the club. He seemed to be shocked at how straightforward I was, maybe even a little scared. I took him to my car and we sat on the backseat, then started to make out. I was filled with the sexual energy he radiated, and wanted more of it. He began to undress me slowly, but I stopped him and instead undressed myself. Then I undressed him, and bent down to suck his cock. It was average sized, but thick. He filled my mouth.

Before I knew it, we were fucking on the backseat. I was riding his cock diligently, and I was so wet it slipped out of my pussy multiple times. That actually turned me on more, I loved taking it and putting it back inside of me. We fucked for a good 20 minutes until he came, he pulled out of my pussy and splashed his cum all over my wet vagina, then we laid still for a few moments while making out.

After we relaxed, he left the car and went back to the club. I figured this was it, so I cleaned up and left the establishment. I had gotten what I wanted and so did he, so our paths had to break apart. I can’t help but wonder if he fucked anyone else that night. And so, the cycle would just repeat itself.