I let you pick me up last night. It was Friday night at the bar and the place was packed with “women seeking same” as the “want ads” always declare. I was alone, I had just finished work and settling down for a drink before I went home for the night. I could have gone to a closer bar but my instincts brought me here. I guess I was lonely or searching for someone, anyone.

I took a sip from my drink and surveyed the place. Women were laughing and talking, others were on the dance floor. The Leather crowd was here as were the Bulls a few Femmes but not many. You sat down next to me and asked me for a cigarette. I pulled one from my pack and gave it to you. As I lighted it for you, you touched my hand and drew the flame closer then caressed me as I brought back my hand. I looked at you. You had a pleasant farm girl face and under your jeans and white t-shirt I could tell that you had a great body. I would say that you would be a least six feet in your western boots. What was so striking about you was your beautiful, long, brown hair; the kind that begged to have my hands run through it.

As clichéd as is sounded, you asked me what a girl like me was doing in a place like this? Coming straight from work, I was dressed in my tailored navy suit and stood out from the rest of the crowd. I said that I had a long day at work and came to relax. You said sardonically, “Sure.”

You made me think. Why did I come here? I had a motive and I sorted it out, I wanted company. We talked and you asked me if I wanted to go somewhere quieter. I said “Fine.” You asked if I would like to go to your place a few blocks from the bar and I complied. I followed you into the building and watched your ass wiggle as you climbed the stairs to your apartment. Nothing turns me on more than a tight ass in a pair of skintight jeans.

“So you’re an artist.” I stated as you poured some wine. Your cramped apartment was filled with hangings, paintings and sculptures.

“Not a good one, I’m also a social worker.” You reply.

“I’m trying to create some performance art, would you like to see some?” You asked. I have some tapes of my work.”

I said fine and we sat down on the couch to watch the tape. Some of your work was just plain strange, women in dominatrix gear throwing fish at each other, you dressed in an clown suit describing female ejaculation, a man wearing a toga riding your back eating grapes as you crawled across a stage on all fours.

You turned to me after the last performance and proclaimed, “I still have a lot of work to do, they’re not perfected yet, still experimental.” You got that right. I thought as I sipped my wine.

“No, No, they’re fantastic.” I stammered. “I love the imagery, the satire, I can only think of time and work that must have gone into these pieces.”

You produced another tape announced that this one would be better than the first. I sighed to myself and wondered what I doing here tonight.

The performance was set in this apartment and you were sitting on your bed dressed in a man’s suit with your hair drawn back. You took out a dirty magazine from under your pillow and leafed through it. Your hand went to your crotch and your rubbed it. Oddly, I was getting aroused at seeing this “man” caress himself. My eyes bugged out as you unzipped the fly of your pants and hauled a large dildo out.

You started stroking the length of it while making low grunts and moans as you tried to emulate a man. Your strokes got faster and you started wildly bucking your hips on the bed. You yelled that you were coming and with a final tug on the rubber penis, you collapse on your bed and the video ended. I turned to you startled by your act.

‘I told you it gets better.” You said smugly. You leaned closer and brushed my lips against yours. I was caught off guard a little at first, but then accepted your kiss; your fingers ran over my cheek and slid down to the nape my neck as we kissed. Our lips met, in a soft tender embrace, each of us getting comfortable savoring each other mouths. My hand traveled down your body to touch your firm, muscled thigh. Your kisses became deeper and our tongues on contact, interlocked. We sat and kissed like for what seemed like hours, not wanting to stop.

Your hand reached under my shirt and cupped my breast and I let out a sigh as you caressed my nipple, I was overcome with desire and my body surrendered to your touches. You slowly unbuttoned my shirt and I took off my bra, my full breasts tumbled free my nipples as hard as diamonds as they demanded your attention. I clutched at my thirty-six C sized breasts and offered them to you.

You took them in your mouth and I arch my back slightly to give myself to you and you take me. You moistened my breasts with your mouth and tongue as you traveled back and forth giving each one equal consideration. You licked my belly and tongue my belly button; I squirmed, as it was very sensitive.

My craving for you intensified as you stopped your oral pleasure to help me out of my skirt. You slid me out of my skirt and thong and hovered momentarily over my sex as if taking in my scent. Your initial licks on my mound were, as it seemed; exploratory.

You peeled back my folds with both hands to reveal my burgeoning bud and tenderly caress it with your finger. I felt as if I was hit by lightening upon your first touch. You stroked my responsive bud harder and I sensed an orgasm building. Your tongue went to my damp opening and my first spasmodic orgasms began. As the friction built, the higher I went; waves of ecstasy inundated me as you pleasured me. I screamed and moaned in lust and thrust myself against your face and rubbed myself on you in total abandonment. I arched my back as my sex spasmed in orgasm. You did not stop, and my orgasms intensified your lust as I ran my fingers through your flowing hair.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, spent and out of breath, I had to take myself away from your probing hands and mouth. I lay on the couch feeling like I just had a heart attack.

You brought me my wine and I drank it thirstily. You put on a jazz CD and performed a striptease in front of me and I watched intently as you squirmed out of your jeans. “Good.” I thought, “No penis.”

You danced slowly in your bra and panties and showed off your beautifully muscular long body. I thought to myself that it must have taken years to build a body like that. It wasn’t grotesque like a competition bodybuilder, but very toned and trim.

Your dancing enticed me to pleasure you and I came to your undulating body on my knees. I lowered your lace panties and breathed in your musky aroma. I lay on my back on your floor and you squatted over my face. Mere centimeters over me, your sex lay bare for my attention. I reached up and unhooked your bra. Your toned breasts stood proudly out for me.

Being only five feet two inches, I did not have to travel far as I licked at your sex and nudged my nose against the opening and you squirmed against me. I increased my licks and you let out a soft moan. I laid you down on your rug and took your breasts into my mouth. Your breasts and nipples were so hard and at the same time tender. You played with my hair as I serviced you with my mouth.

I got between your legs, spread your lips and gently sucked your clit as you moaned quietly. My fingers went to your opening and you accepted them, your walls sucking hungrily at them. As my actions intensified, your orgasms built within you to a point that your legs were wrapped around my back to draw me closer.

Your moans filled the room as I sucked and probed you and your orgasms let loose in a blistering barrage plunging my fingers deep into you. Your sex was so wet that my fingers were being sucked into your moistness and my face and hair were covered in your fluids. Never in my life had I seen so much juice before. You ground your sex against me and screamed at the top of your lungs at your impending orgasm. Without warning, you came hard and ejaculated on me and you sprayed your come all over my face and hair.

I was not taken aback at what had transpired as you laid back and caught your breath. You said that this had sometimes happened before with other lovers. I lay with you for a while and we went to the couch and cuddled, spent from the furious sex we just had.

As I left, we exchanged numbers and I mentioned that her female ejaculation video was true to form.

Then I asked, “What about the man’s suit?”

You replied, “Call me and you’ll find out. By the way, my name is Nancy”