e: I cannot believe how drunk I must have been that night.
Code: F/M
Date: 17/1/2007
Email: ssip2004@yahoo.co.uk
      
      
      I cannot believe how drunk I must have been that night.
	It was the vodka and Redbull, I think. I’d never had that before and that’s probably why I didn’t just get slurry and sleepy (like I normally do) and I just went a bit mental.
	My friends had dragged me down to The Quarry, which is a ropey old pub about a mile out of town. It was packed with locals and had some grungy band playing. Maybe it was the vodka. Maybe it was because I’d broken up with my boyfriend a week ago. Whatever the reason, I was just crazy about the lead singer.
	He was this stringy guy with straggly hair and ripped jeans. He just looked so rock and roll. The way he wailed into the microphone got me very hot and bothered.
	I was eyeing him up all night long, while my mates fed me shots and double vodkas. I was feeling very frisky, in my slinky dress. To avoid those unsightly Visible Panty Lines, I’d gone commando that evening and the breeze when anybody opened or closed the pub door went straight up my dress.
	By about 1am, the band packed in. I was well wasted by that point. Dancing was reduced to either flailing my arms, or hanging drunkenly off some local while he ground his hips against me. But all night long I’d had my eye on that sexy singer and I wasn’t going to back out now.
	While he and his band mates packed up their kit, I staggered over and practically collapsed into his arms.
	“Hey, Darling.”
	It wasn’t my best chat up line, but it worked.
	It turned out Jack, the lead singer, was sober as a bird. He was driving the van home that night. But he invited me out for a fag and even though I don’t smoke, I went out with him.
	It was freezing outside! I was wearing a tiny dress that was drenched in sweat. I might as well have been naked.
	Jack saw me shiver. He shrugged off his big sheepskin jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. And then I drunkenly kissed him,
	God, what a kisser.
	We frenched for ages, his hands disappearing under the jacket and feeling me up. My filmy dress didn’t offer much resistance. Within seconds, he’d popped one of my boobs out and given it a squeeze. Then his fingers ran up my thigh and encountered a freshly shaven pussy that was surprisingly moist.
	God, I thought I’d die.
	I slid to my knees, despite the cold tarmac jabbing my skin. Unbuckling his ripped jeans, I wrenched out his cock, which was already hard.
	I knew if I’d been sober, I wouldn’t have done it. He had a really strong, musky scent to him. But with the best part of a bottle of vodka swilling around inside me, the musk just turned me on more. I opened my both and proceeded to give him the best blowjob of his life.
	I was slurping, sucking and licking. With my icy fingers, I kneaded and caressed his balls. His strong scent drove me mad.
	Within minutes, I felt his dick throb and swell inside my mouth and then there was an overwhelming flood of cum.
	My mouth filled with sticky, salty liquid and I gagged, spluttering it out of my nose! Despite my best efforts, I must have coughed more over Jack than I managed to swallow. But lying back against the van, his chest heaving, I realised his didn’t care.
	We just about managed to get him cleaned up by the time his band mates arrived. Drunk and boisterous, they clambered into the back of the van and Jack gave me a wet, passionate kiss goodbye.
	Then, my lips tasting slick and salty, I staggered back into the pub with a smile on my face.

    

I cannot believe how drunk I must have been that night