This story is fictional and inspired by the tall, slim beauty that is Amira. (Ad active)

The Start



Richard had been at the club for an hour and he couldn't take his eyes off her. He had always had a thing for tall women and this woman ticked all the mental boxes that got his cock twitching.

She was tall in a tight dress that hugged her hips and ended just below her heart shaped ass. He could just imagine his fingers brushing the thread of the dress and slipping underneath. He wondered if his fingers would feel lacy panties or nothing at all. He had to hold his breath as he imagined his hands brushing against what he imagined would be her bare pussy and his fingers sliding along her smooth lips.

Something must have alerted the woman to the animalistic thoughts he had centred around her because she now turned and made eye contact. It was a split second but felt longer as an understanding seemed to reach in the silence between them. Richard swallowed and gathered his courage. His desire for her outweighing the fear of rejection. He walked to the quieter section of the club and she joined him.

"I'm Richard," he said. Hands in pocket, afraid that if he touched hands he wouldn't be able to take them off her.

"Amira", she responded with a small smile and naughty twinkle in her eyes.

"I hope I'm not bothering you, interrupting your dancing. You're an amazing dancer". Said Richard.

He was trying to look her in the eye but he couldn't avert his gaze from the view in front of him. The attraction of a taller lady was that the perky breasts were always right in front of him, he didn't have to bend down to nuzzle into those round firm soft tools of seduction. He could see that she was about a C cup and he desperately wished he could thrust his face forward now, they looked so inviting. Her nipples were hard, pressed against the material.

"Thankyou", said Amira and leaned in close to his ear. "Do you know why I love to dance? Because I can tease men from a distance. I love shaking my hips and touching my thighs and know I'm turning on half the guys in the room. You're just the first one who was confident enough to do more than look".

Richard felt himself get excited. Forget rejection, it seems like she was a flirt and a tease and enjoying the reaction his cock was having.

"What should we do?" He asked...

"I'm pretty sure you would like me bent over, running your hands over my legs, your cock dripping and ready... but I'm not going to do anything until I'm also dripping. So you better think about what you're going to do to get me wet by the time we get back to your place".

He grabbed his wallet to settle their tabs. "Let's go,"

Her legs were long, the night was long, the list of things he wanted to do was long.

What a great start....