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The Dance of a Lifetime

Let me see if I can recall the details for you as clearly as I once could....

It was the summer of 1987, and it was my last twenty-something year. I was single, and not seeing anyone at the time. Karen and I made a habit of hitting the clubs together, and we were supposed to look out for one another. You know, keeping each other from doing things like I am about to describe. Thankfully, she had her attention on a man of her own.

I was enjoying the music and a gin and tonic, when this man... this God of a man, asked me to dance. Now, I wasn't looking too bad myself, if I may say... I had on a very short mini skirt of a dress, red in color, and not a thing was hidden thru the tight thin fabric.

One cannot refuse a God, and we danced. Several dances. And not your usual dance. This was the year that the movie dirty dancing hit the screens. Although not considered a type of dance to do in public, especially in my small town, and definitely not by anyone to be considered a “good girl”, dirty dancing it was.

I remember him holding me close, his leg between mine, the top of his thigh firmly rubbing against me as we danced. It was quite exciting, and I think the entire bar was watching us. Except Karen, of course. At this point, she should have dragged me off of the dance floor and talked some sense into my head.

After five or six exquisitely sexy dances, we grabbed a couple drinks, and found a somewhat quiet booth in the back of the bar. The normal chit-chat ensued, jokes, drinking, a cigarette or two. All recollection of time escapes me as to how long we talked, and I don't think I had a grasp of it then.

I sat on his left, in the back of that dimly lit bar, when his right hand reached across, and firmly gripped my right arm. Surprised at the force of his grip, I looked at him with a surprised look. But not as surprised as I was about to be.

As I was looking at him, trying to figure out why the grip of my arm, I felt it. I felt his left hand grab my crotch, with equal the hold his right hand had on my arm. Trying to move his hand... either hand... I could not take my eyes off of his. The intense look of lust was as overpowering as his hands. I am sure he felt me melting right there. I continued to feign resistance, as he slid his hand into my panties. With his left leg, he spread mine further apart, granting him access to my now soaked pussy.

A finger found it's way to my opening, and then a second. I think at this point I realized that I no longer had the will to even pretend that I didn't desperately want him. The heel of his hand began putting pressure on my clit, rubbing it hard as his fingers fucked me. Right there in the back of the bar.

His eyes and mine never broke contact . He stared into me as he made me cum. Right there in that booth, in the back of that bar.

I have no idea if anyone noticed, and to this day, I don't care if they did. It was that intense.

But, that was nothing. What was to come was earth shattering for this country girl.

It was late, and as I looked around the bar for Karen, it became clear that she wasn't around. My new God of a man offered to walk me to my car. Of course, a woman would like to be escorted to her car, at that hour, for safety reasons. Really... safety. I'm serious.. quit smirking.

When we reached my car, I was fishing around in my purse for my keys. The next thing I know, I was pressed up against the car, his hands holding my arms, and he kissed me. Hard. And once again, his leg was between mine, firmly pressing against my pussy. As we kissed, I am keenly aware that I am now grinding my hips, no, my crotch, onto his leg.

Somehow as we kissed and groped each others bodies, I found myself at the back of the car, him holding a handful of my hair, and bent over the trunk. My panties were gone. I could feel him against me. Against my back side. His huge cock throbbing against my ass. I wondered if he would fuck me right there.

Yes, he would. And yes, he did. His cock entered me in one forceful thrust. He buried his cock into the depths of me with a force I had not previously experienced. Like an animal. And he fucked me, right behind my car, right behind that bar

The intensity will never escape my memory. The intensity of his huge cock forcing it's way into my pussy, with one single thrust. The intensity as he pounded my pussy with his huge cock, until I experienced an unbelievable orgasm. The intensity of him cumming in me at the same time I had that orgasm. Right behind that bar.

He laid on top of me, kissing the back of my neck, and rubbing my bare ass with his strong hands. We laid like that until we caught our breath. Standing up, I once again was caught in his stare. I knew that the night was not finished. Not yet.

He followed me home. I lived about 5 miles from there. I remember wondering what the hell I was doing all the way home. It wasn't safe. It wasn't lady like. It wasn't anything I had ever done. But it was what I wanted. It was what I needed. It was what I would do. Period. Deal with it later.

As I opened the door to my apartment, he picked me up in his arms, and we both hit the floor. The door was barely kicked closed. Of course, my eyes were locked into his again, as he literally ripped my dress from me. It was a favorite dress. I didn't care.

I laid there, on the floor, with only a bra on. He was looking at my firm young body with such intensity. I remember that neither of us said a single word, as he mounted himself on top of me. I eagerly spread my legs for this God of a man to lay between.

He slid down my body with his tongue. Slowly. Deliberately. Making his way to my already fucked pussy, still dripping with his cum. I remember exactly what it felt like for his tongue to touch my clit for the first time. I remember my back arching, and my hips pressing towards his luscious mouth. I remember him sucking my clit, and massaging it with his tongue at the same time. I remember cumming with his mouth over my entrance, and his tongue inside me.

As I was still experiencing that intense orgasm, he flipped me over onto my belly, and pulled my hips up into the air, and had his cock in me before I finished cumming. God, what a cock. God, what it felt like to have that cock slam into your pussy. All of it at once. I remember that as if it were right now, as if it were his cock instead of my vibrator that I am using, right now.

Once again, he had me by my hair. Pulling me onto his cock. Slamming into me as my ass reached his hips. I remember what it felt like for that cock to be pushed into me, as far as my pussy cold take it. And then some.

I remember feeling his finger touching me. Touching me where nice girls aren't touched. Touching my most private of spots. I remember what it felt like to be penetrated by his large finger, as he fucked me. I remember it hurting. Hurting so good. I also remember him finger fucking me there, as he wrapped his other arm around my hips and pummeled me into another orgasm. I remember the incredible feeling of cumming with his cock in my pussy, and his finger in my ass.

I remember what it was felt like when his cock erupted into an orgasm that filled me with cum. The head of his cock buried into the depths of my pussy. The strength of him pulling my hips into him. The sheer force of him cumming in me.

We laid on the floor, barely inside the front door, him on top of my back side. Neither of us said a word. We simply laid there. Spent. Fulfilled. Satisfied in a way that I had never been satisfied. I remember that oh so clearly.

I also remember him dressing, kneeling down to me, and softly kissing my lips. And I remember the front door closing behind him. I don't, however, remember his name. Or if I ever even knew his name. But I will never forget. The most glorious fuck of my life.