Hot Metal Girls

I'm headbanging and going mad on the dance floor of a metal music club, when I bump into a girl. The look she gives me when our eyes meet would melt steel.

She has short black hair and almost grey eyes, wearing a fishnet shirt with a sports bra underneath, a short skirt, black thigh socks and old Doc's on a petite frame, maybe 5' 6".

I'm 5' 10" and in my black boots that stop just below my knees I'm around 6', so I'm towering over her, but she doesn't seem fazed. I'm wearing a tight black strapless tank top underneath a "torn" slipknot band shirt, a red skirt and black nylon leggings. My dark brown hair trails halfway down my back.

Other than her physical appearance, I barely register her. But then she bumps into me again. The second time, her appearance and her penetrating gaze make me pay attention. I start feeling that something is happening.

I dance some more, occasionally glancing at her. She's constantly peering at me. My body reacts before my beer-infused brain can make sense of it. I'm getting turned on by this charismatic pixie.

The third time she bumps me, it's quite strong. I turn and look, and she's staring hard into my eyes. I realize this is no accident. My body goes flush, and it commands my fuzzy mind to act.

I've been training hard at the gym, so I have no trouble scooping her up into my arms. In the heat of the moment, with adrenaline coursing through my body, she feels light as a feather.

She is shocked, and her eyes open wide. She squeaks, but the music is so loud I'm sure nobody has heard. Then she gives me a knowing grin and a kiss on the cheek. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she rests her head on my neck. I feel her boobs press against my shoulder.

Now that I'm carrying her, I'm wondering what the hell to do. I look around and see a hallway with some relaxing rooms. I plow my way through the pulsing crowd and find an empty room.

I carefully turn so she doesn't bump her head on the way through the door. After entering, I kick the door closed with the back of my heel. Up to this point, I've been acting instinctively, but now, in the relative silence of the room, I realize I have a girl in my arms.

I suppress my urge to just throw her down, but I don't want to hurt this wisp of a wench. I set her gently onto the couch, kneel in front of her and lift her skirt while staring into her eyes, looking for any sign of resistance.

The answer I get is her pulling me up on the couch next to her and shoving her hand down my leggings and under my panties, cupping my pussy hard. Her piercing gaze warns of dire consequences if I don't accept her offering.

She rubs my pussy hard and fast and I can't suppress a loud moan. The door opens. I turn my head and see a bouncer look in, smile, nod and close the door. In my mental fog, I have no reaction.

She fingers me hard, alternately fucking my pussy and rubbing my clit. I lean back and moan, letting her fingers cast their spell. After a minute or ten - I can't really tell - I cum hard and suppress a scream. I lean back and wallow in the pleasure before I snap out of it and decide that I must return the favor.

I open my eyes and see her grinning at me. I fall to the floor between her knees. I reach up her skirt, grab the waistband of her panties and yank them to her thighs. Another yank gets them to her knees, and I pull them down to her ankles.

I dive between her legs and lap at her pussy like it's the last source of moisture in a vast, burning desert. I am still buzzing from her fingering, and I know that she deserves the pleasure of my tongue. I will always remember the taste of a lemon meringue, with a touch too much lemon, but in the most pleasant way.

I perform the best I can in my alcoholic fog, my passion and my muscle memory taking over to lick away at her pussy and clit. I must be doing pretty well, because she soon screams, and I feel her gush her juice onto my face. I lick hard and fast to clean her up.

I feel her slump, so I pull out and see her head rolled back in pleasure. I'm happy that I did okay under these frantic circumstances.

I stay on my knees, watching her until she opens her eyes and grins at me. I smile back and lick my lips. I pull her panties up to her thighs, and she reaches down and puts them back in place.

We stagger to our feet and go out the door. The bouncer is standing with his back to us. We both kiss him on the cheek, giggling. He grins like the top of his head will fall off. We share a short, steamy kiss and go our separate ways, she back to her friends and I to mine.

I drift back to my friends, six guys and two girls. They are all grinning at me. One guy says, "If you don't get her number, I'll go get it for you." I kick him in the shins. Several of them demand to know what happened, but I clam up and refuse to say.

It suddenly dawns on me that this girl and I didn't exchange a single word. Neither of us felt it was necessary. I never got her name, but I've never forgotten her.