The party was in full swing by the time I arrived. My friend Jack’s house was packed with people, the air thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and weed.
I made my way through the crowd, exchanging greetings and accepting high-fives, until I found a spot by the bar.
I was only there for about 20 minutes when a beautiful voluptuous women walked up to me and said.
“Hey there, handsome,” she purred, leaning in close. “I’m Tina.”
“William,” I replied, my voice suddenly hoarse. She smelled like vanilla and sin, a deadly combination.
Tina’s hand found its way to my thigh, her fingers tracing circles that sent jolts of electricity through my body.
“So, William,” she breathed, her lips brushing against my ear, “what do you think about getting out of here?”
I swallowed hard, my mind racing with possibilities.
“Where did you have in mind?”
A slow, sensual smile spread across her face. “My place. It’s just down the street.”
Before I could respond, she grabbed my hand and led me out of the party, leaving a trail of shocked and envious stares in our wake.
Tina’s condo was just a few blocks away from the party, and we made it there in record time, our hands all over each other in the back of the taxi.
As soon as we were inside, she pushed me up against the wall, her lips crashing against mine in a hungry kiss.
I groaned into her mouth, my hands sliding under her shirt to cup her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under my touch.
She moaned, grinding her hips against mine, and I could feel how wet she was through her panties.
“Bedroom,” she gasped, breaking the kiss.
“Now.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed and climbing on top of her.
I kissed my way down her body, my tongue flicking over her nipples, my hands sliding under her skirt to push her panties aside.
She was dripping wet, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I unzipped my jeans, freeing my aching cock, and pushed into her in one smooth stroke.
She cried out, her nails digging into my back, and I started to move, thrusting into her again and again.
The sex was intense, animalistic, like nothing I had ever experienced before.
She was wild, riding me hard, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
I pounded into her, feeling her muscles contract around me, until we both came with a shout, collapsing into each other’s arms.
I woke up the next morning to the feeling of a warm mouth around my cock.
I groaned, my eyes fluttering open to see Tina’s head bobbing up and down in my lap.
She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming, and I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her movements.
She took me deep, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, and I felt my orgasm building.
“Fuck, Tina,” I gasped, my hips bucking up off the bed.
“I’m going to cum.”
She moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending me over the edge.
I came hard, my cock pulsing in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop, licking me clean.
As I lay there, panting, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me.
This was the best one-night stand I had ever had, and I knew I would never forget it.
Tina crawled up my body, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself on her tongue.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
“Definitely the best way to wake up,” I agreed, pulling her into my arms.
We lay there for a while, talking and laughing, until Tina’s phone buzzed with a text.
She frowned at the screen, then turned to me with a sad smile.
“I have to go,” she said, standing up and starting to dress.
“I have a… thing this weekend.
A wedding.”
“A wedding?” I asked, confused. “That’s great! Who’s getting married?”
Tina hesitated, then sighed.
“Me.
I’m getting married this weekend.”
I stared at her, my mouth hanging open.
“What? But… how?
Why didn’t you tell me?”
She shrugged, zipping up her dress.
“It doesn’t matter.
Last night was… great. But it’s over now.”
I wanted to argue, to beg her to stay, but I knew it was futile. Tina was leaving, and I would never see her again.
As she walked out the door, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss, of something precious slipping away.
But I also knew that I would never forget that night, or the woman who had rocked my world and then disappeared like a dream.
And so, I picked myself up, got dressed, and went back to my life, carrying the memory of Tina and our one perfect night with me always.
I made my way through the crowd, exchanging greetings and accepting high-fives, until I found a spot by the bar.
I was only there for about 20 minutes when a beautiful voluptuous women walked up to me and said.
“Hey there, handsome,” she purred, leaning in close. “I’m Tina.”
“William,” I replied, my voice suddenly hoarse. She smelled like vanilla and sin, a deadly combination.
Tina’s hand found its way to my thigh, her fingers tracing circles that sent jolts of electricity through my body.
“So, William,” she breathed, her lips brushing against my ear, “what do you think about getting out of here?”
I swallowed hard, my mind racing with possibilities.
“Where did you have in mind?”
A slow, sensual smile spread across her face. “My place. It’s just down the street.”
Before I could respond, she grabbed my hand and led me out of the party, leaving a trail of shocked and envious stares in our wake.
Tina’s condo was just a few blocks away from the party, and we made it there in record time, our hands all over each other in the back of the taxi.
As soon as we were inside, she pushed me up against the wall, her lips crashing against mine in a hungry kiss.
I groaned into her mouth, my hands sliding under her shirt to cup her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under my touch.
She moaned, grinding her hips against mine, and I could feel how wet she was through her panties.
“Bedroom,” she gasped, breaking the kiss.
“Now.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed and climbing on top of her.
I kissed my way down her body, my tongue flicking over her nipples, my hands sliding under her skirt to push her panties aside.
She was dripping wet, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I unzipped my jeans, freeing my aching cock, and pushed into her in one smooth stroke.
She cried out, her nails digging into my back, and I started to move, thrusting into her again and again.
The sex was intense, animalistic, like nothing I had ever experienced before.
She was wild, riding me hard, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
I pounded into her, feeling her muscles contract around me, until we both came with a shout, collapsing into each other’s arms.
I woke up the next morning to the feeling of a warm mouth around my cock.
I groaned, my eyes fluttering open to see Tina’s head bobbing up and down in my lap.
She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming, and I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her movements.
She took me deep, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, and I felt my orgasm building.
“Fuck, Tina,” I gasped, my hips bucking up off the bed.
“I’m going to cum.”
She moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending me over the edge.
I came hard, my cock pulsing in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop, licking me clean.
As I lay there, panting, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me.
This was the best one-night stand I had ever had, and I knew I would never forget it.
Tina crawled up my body, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself on her tongue.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
“Definitely the best way to wake up,” I agreed, pulling her into my arms.
We lay there for a while, talking and laughing, until Tina’s phone buzzed with a text.
She frowned at the screen, then turned to me with a sad smile.
“I have to go,” she said, standing up and starting to dress.
“I have a… thing this weekend.
A wedding.”
“A wedding?” I asked, confused. “That’s great! Who’s getting married?”
Tina hesitated, then sighed.
“Me.
I’m getting married this weekend.”
I stared at her, my mouth hanging open.
“What? But… how?
Why didn’t you tell me?”
She shrugged, zipping up her dress.
“It doesn’t matter.
Last night was… great. But it’s over now.”
I wanted to argue, to beg her to stay, but I knew it was futile. Tina was leaving, and I would never see her again.
As she walked out the door, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss, of something precious slipping away.
But I also knew that I would never forget that night, or the woman who had rocked my world and then disappeared like a dream.
And so, I picked myself up, got dressed, and went back to my life, carrying the memory of Tina and our one perfect night with me always.
