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I met her at a bar, believe or not.  They say you never meet the "good ones" at a bar, but who said I was ever looking for one of those?  I wasn't, which is what made meeting her so spectacular.

Of course, now that it's all in the past, and I've "lived to tell the tale," I have to honestly say that I do not actually know if it was actually me that attracted her.  Hindsight is everything.  Now, I know she was clearly only after my cock.

And, before you start jumping to conclusions, let me explain one thing.  I am not some above-average man.  I'm quite happy with my cock; it's done me proud.  I can't complain.  But, I wouldn't call it special... any more than any man likes to think his own is God's gift to women.

Okay, to put it bluntly, I did not—and still do not—have a huge dick.  Now, don't start thinking it's small or anything.  It's not.  But mine is not and was not extraordinary enough to lure a strange woman over to me from across a crowded bar.  Yet, it did.

It was my turn, I guess.  She was looking for some fresh meat.  I happened to be the next course on the menu.  And I still feel like getting down on my knees daily to sing praises to the sex gods above for putting me on that menu—on her radar.

I never even got her name, and she—if there was ever a support group for such a thing or you could take the dick-of-the-moment out of her mouth long enough to ask her to admit it—is a cock worshiper.  I mean, she hungers for cock.  She's positively gagging for it.

That night, it was me that she had a taste for.  Well, I mean, my cock.

I don't think she could tell you what color my eyes are; I'm sure she was never that interested in my eyes.  She might not even remember my name.  Though, if I was the type to name my cock, she'd probably still remember that.  And she'd probably use it to address it directly, entirely forgetting that it's attached to an actual body and a brain.

Of course, I didn't know any of that when I first met her.  I thought this attractive chick with the banging body was into me, saw what I'm always trying to get anonymous women at the bar to realize: that I'm worth their time and attention.  Now, I almost laugh at my own naivety.  To think that I actually thought I had to work her and I was trying to put on the moves when everything that she wanted was just sitting there right in front of her—between my legs—and definitely available to her.  But you never expect being that direct actually works. 

I've still never had the chance to try it.  She tried it on me first.

When I first noticed her that night at the bar, she was already staring at me.  I couldn't believe my luck and, after verifying that she definitely wasn't trying to get the attention of anyone else behind or around me instead, I smiled back at her.  In two seconds, she was out of her seat and making her way across the bar to the booth I was sitting alone at.  To me.

Her low-cut top showcased beautifully round breasts bouncing all the way over toward me.  Her short skirt didn't leave much to imagine, and her legs weren't bad either.  But I'm not into legs.  I'm into breasts.  And lips.  And this woman had a blowjob mouth.

I was almost drooling before she made it over to me.  I was already looking forward to a night of great fantasies to jerk off to.  I'd record all the details I could from any conversation and interaction we happened to have and use it for my own devious purposes later that night and for the rest of my life.  No, I was completely clueless about what was actually in store for me.

When she sat down next to me, without even asking or introducing herself, I was instantly excited.  The scenario could go in any direction at all.  In my head, it was the start of a hot porno flick I already wrote countless endings for.

"Hi..." slid out of her mouth in this slow, sexy, deep kind of way. 

My eyes were glued to that mouth of hers: so full and large.  The way it moved when she spoke, the way she licked her lips to moisten them and make her lipstick all glossy, just sent message after message straight to my cock.

She even blinked slowly.  Her long lashes just fluttered at me, teasing me, as she smiled.

There was nothing hidden about her.  She seemed to be all there, just being herself, acting naturally, totally in the moment.  I guess the word I'm looking for is inviting.  You instantly felt comfortable around her, like you could do no wrong.

"Hi," I managed to say back, still trying to sound suave and aloof under the conditions. 

Now, I know she could've cared less.  There was just one thing on her mind, and it didn't have anything to do with my personality.

"So, are you having a good night?" she asked, her eyes zeroed in on my lap.

"Yes, and you?"

"Mmm hmmm," she practically moaned, as if she couldn't be bothered with words.  Her eyes were still focused on my thighs.  And beginning to make me feel self-conscious.

"Um, I haven't seen you here before," was all I could think to say to the woman who wasn't exactly looking at me and waiting for me to say anything at all.

I was starting to fidget a bit.  My groin was starting to grow red hot.  I wondered if there was a stain or something.  Maybe I spilled a bit of my beer on my pants.

"Hmmm?" she asked and actually looked up at me.

"I, uh..."

Her gaze fell right back down to my crotch again before I could even think of something else to say.  And she licked her lips.  I swear she did.

"I haven't seen you before," I managed.

"Mmm.  I definitely haven't seen you either."  She finally made eye contact again.  "Where have you been hiding yourself?"

I blushed, fidgeted some more, and couldn't get over how hot her smile was.  How hot that mouth was.

In fact, I started to notice, her mouth couldn't quite keep still.  Her moist lips would tense and relax, curve in a smile, or pout just a bit.  As if she was thinking about eating something, preoccupied with remembering the taste of something.

Her lips would part a bit, show the slightest hint of the tip of her tongue, and purse again.  She even played with her bottom lip between her teeth every now and then.  It was like watching a porn star in slow motion, some sort of seduction scene that was almost too intense to witness up close.  Whatever she was eager for, I was beginning to want it myself.

"Do you, um... is there... is there something on my pants?"  I just had to ask!

Slowly, very slowly, her pretty head tilted up to me again, and she smiled.  Beamed, actually.

"No, but there can be.  If you want."

Right then, under her gaze again, my cock sprang up out of nowhere. 

No, you couldn't see it, not even her predatory eyes could see it, but I could feel it.  It was definitely coming to life, as well as it could, under the thickness of my jeans.  And her hand suddenly laid on my thigh.

I couldn't believe what was happening.  She could've been nothing but a big tease.  Or maybe not even realize what she was doing, just laid her hand there like some people do, to be more personal, to talk more intimately.  But then, it started sliding.

I watched her manicured fingers inch their way up my jeans and toward my crotch.  They stopped right before they touched my cock.  She knew exactly which jeans leg my cooped up cock was crammed into.

As she stared at my bulge there, it started to grow, responding, all on its own, to her words, movements, and gaze.  It was putting on a show for her.  I hoped no one else could see it dancing there in my lap.

Her fingers moved, just a bit, still not touching my cock but oh-so very close to it.  They were teasing it, and it was almost growing hard enough to reach out and touch them.

I wanted to touch them, those teasing fingers.  The more she stared at my crotch, the more I wanted to give her something to stare at.  I wanted to shove my...

The sight of her cleavage rising and falling with her deeper, faster breaths suddenly distracted me.  The mounds of the great, creamy hills on her chest looked like they were about to erupt right out of her tiny top. 

Her eyes were growing softer, blinking all the more slowly, visibly focusing in on what she was after.  I was just beginning to figure it out, though part of me kept saying "no, it's impossible!  You have to convince a chick your cock's good for her; she never actually wants it!"

It was like watching her eat some imaginary food floating before her, just touching those big blowjob lips of hers.  Her tits were rising and falling, she leaned in closer, and I almost thought she was going to kiss me.  Boy, was I mistaken.

She licked her lips quickly, dramatically, and then bent down, burying her head in my lap.  I couldn't fucking believe it!

My eyes darted all around the room, desperate to confirm that no one saw what just happened, that the woman sitting next to me suddenly disappeared as she dove down into my crotch with barely a word spoken to me.  She didn't even ask.  And why in the hell did I care?!

She didn't do anything at first. And it was all I could do to calm myself down and not ruin what could be the most amazing moment of my entire life.  I mean, where in the heck did the gentleman in me suddenly come from, the one that wanted to bother to ask her what her intentions were and if she actually wanted to do what I thought—fucking hoped—she was about to do??  It was all I could do to shut up that particular voice in my head.  He had no place in this porn-movie-coming-true.

Once I managed to shut up that nagging tone, I realized I had no idea what I should be doing.  What did she want me to do while her head was down there just hovering over my cock?

My hand kind of lifted all on its own and landed on the back of her head and my fingers started stroking her head. 

Instantly, she jerked up to face me and said, "what are you doing?"

I froze in place.  "I, uh—"

"Don't distract me," she said.  She almost yelled at me.  And, for some reason I'll never learn—unless I could actually ask my "second head" to explain one day—my cock pulsed right at that moment.  Like it was responding to some private conversation it'd been having with her.  ....