Second Date | 2016

My first date happened last Thursday night; second date was Saturday. Tonight is Monday. I'm still not recovered.

We met at a hotel bar in the Meatpacking District. I wore a navy blue suit and crisp white shirt. I got there early, got a club soda (I don't drink - this will matter later on) and waited. The first thing I noticed was that the bar was packed with gorgeous women; if my date decided to skip, I wouldn't have been completely heartbroken. And then I remember our first date and felt my cock start to stir. Easy. Not yet. And thirty minutes went by and I started to panic a little... I tried to resist chatting with the women who came up to buy drinks. But I couldn't. (I got a couple of numbers.)

She surprised me. Tapped me on the shoulder from behind as I was searching the room for her. I turned around and did everything - everything - in my power to keep my eyes on her face, but I failed utterly. She was wearing a formfitting black skirt with a plunging neckline and, from what I could tell, absolutely nothing underneath. She looked spectacular. My cock stirred again. Easy.

I set down my drink and wrapped her up in a full hug... and felt the skin on her back, because her dress didn't have one. I kissed her neck and she laughed and apologized for being late but I didn't care at all. I ordered her a drink and we sat at the bar chatting for a while, talking about business and movies and all the while I couldn't stop picturing her on her back in a bed with her legs in the air and me in between them.

Two drinks later, she said we should go to the club. Now, I'm not a 'club' guy. I'm too fucking old to go to a club anymore. But when in Rome or New York City... She had told me the club was awesome, it was kind of secret, she knew the owner, and she wanted to show it off a bit. So I said yes. She took me by the hand and led me out of the hotel and into the night.

The club was one of those unmarked, secret doorways with a line of hot wannabes on one end and a huge bouncer on the other. She merely waved to the bouncer and we walked in.

Inside it was packed; there was a dance floor and the place was jumping. Conversation would be out. But one look at the dance floor and I thought, talking schmalking. She led me to the bar and introduced me to her bartender friend (an unbelievably smoking hot redhead) and ordered some drinks. She leaned in and whispered (OK, it was more of a yell but you get the idea), 'I need to dance tonight.' And then she sucked on my earlobe. Fine. Dancing would be done.

She knocked back her vodka, grabbed my arm and led me into the mass of humanity on the dance floor. A confession: I don't dance. I don't like to dance. I don't want to dance.

Fortunately, I didn't have to. There was no room. It was body-to-body and nowhere to go.

My date wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, and then began gyrating her hips. Slowly, slowly, slowly. Looking me dead in the eye. I stared right back, and my eyes were saying, 'I am fucking you so hard tonight that you will only be put back together with Super Glue.'

And then the show began. I can't describe it. I wish I could. But we might as well have been fucking with our clothes on. She gyrated into me, pressed against me, I grabbed her around the waist, she turned around and twerked against me and my dick was already hard... and that's when I realized there was another pair of tits pressing against my back. And another arm reaching around my waist.

And this is the point where I want time to slow the fuck WAY down. Because when I mean this dance floor was body-to-body, I mean just that. It was one big, hot, sweaty gyrating organism. I was dancing with two women, and then three, and then one, and then none, and then two again, and four... arms and legs and asses and tits and hair and I was drenched in sweat and so was my date and so was everyone else and then my date seemed to find another woman she liked to dance with and then it was the three of us and I felt hands on my crotch and I had no idea whose they were and my hands went up skirts and then my date kissed this other woman in front of me and I nearly came and then she kissed me and the other woman pressed her face against mine and fucking fucking fuck fuck fuck I have no idea how long it lasted because it seemed like it was one long song.

And then my date pressed her ass against me, took my hand, and led it between her thighs. Everything was wet, soaked. I caressed her lips and her clit and my cock throbbed. She looked around and then took my hand and led me over to the side of the dance floor, a dark, curtained area near a railing (it was really dark).

We started kissing passionately, almost violently. Her hand tore at my crotch. 'I need your cock,' she said. 'I need it now.' I unzipped it and she reached inside and pulled it out. 'God I need this,' she said. 'I need it in my mouth.' And she dropped to her knees and took it between her lips and began sucking.

My back was to the dance floor. I had no idea where I was or what the fuck was going on, but I was getting the second best blow job I had ever had in my life and I didn't care. I looked down at her. She was working my cock and furiously rubbing her pussy. And then I looked over my shoulder... at the three supermodels lounging on a couch. Watching us.

I'm not an exhibitionist. Never have been. But I had a hot woman sucking my dick and three supermodels watching it. And I suddenly wanted to be a porn star. I stared at the models. One of them seemed turned off, but the other two were definitely not.

My date saw them too, because she suddenly stopped and stood up. 'You like what you see?' she yelled. 'You want some of this meat?' The models started to laugh, so my date turned me around and showed them my full-on hardness. 'See this?,' she taunted them. 'See it? This is mine.' She wrapped her fingers around it hard and then kissed me and said, 'I have to go fuck.' ...

And I have to go to bed. Still recuperating. More later.