Ravashment

It starts innocent enough. Sherry sent me looks under her eyelashes, fluttering them at me, wondering if I was even noticing her. I seemed disinterested, almost bored with where I was. She’d glance around, pretending to look for someone while she is really trying to catch my eye with her movement. It isn’t working. She is being too subtle. It is time to try a little more direct approach. She turns in her seat and just stared at me, looking from my gray hair down to my loose-fitting jeans. I flicked my eyes to her, slowly looking from her head all the way to her toes then back into her eyes. She feels herself blushing, glad I had finally noticed her. Abruptly, I looked away, that bored look back in place. What the hell? Maybe I was gay. That had to be it. No one had ever done that to her before. And she isn’t taking rejection very well. She got up and decided to try the other end of the club. She walked to the other end of the bar on the side of the dance floor, looking thru the crowd until she caught me staring at her. she stopped looking and just stared at me. I walked over to her and introduced myself to her, ” Hi, I’m John.” She looked at me then said ” Hi, I’m Sherry.” We chatted and Sherry told me, she was 26 never married, no boyfriend currently. I asked if she wanted to leave here and go to more private place, she agreed.

We went into a more industrial area of Dallas and I led Sherry inside the nearest run down building. Candles and wall sconces lit the interior. It is musky. Music started up, as I handed her a drink. She drank it nervously. ” I’ll have to go soon.” I grinned. She can see a feral lust in my eyes, a greedy naked hunger that she had never seen in the eyes of man. She quivered, ” Come Sherry, let’s dance.” She slide into my open arms. The music is slow, she pressed closer. I grinned as I sense her fear, and it excited him. I feel her youthful breasts pressing against me. They would taste so sweet. My hands slide down her back, gently cupping her soft, round ass. She feels my big cock now pressing against her and I grinned to myself. Sherry held on tight. She had gone too far. She knew that now. No one would come and help in this area of town. Her skirt is short and light, and she can sense my eyes on her lovely legs. My hand cupping and squeezing her ass, normally, she would not allow this. Not allow this familiarity. Tonight she hung on and hoped she would be allowed to go back to the club soon. My hands are stroking her ass. It feels nice. She wriggled in my arms. I had something in my pocket. It feels like two cans of Coke. She wondered why I didn’t take it out before dancing with her! Suddenly my hands are on her bare ass!