Making Her Wish Come True

A lump caught in her throat as she looked him over. He was definitely quite a bit older than her, if that look in his eye and the way he held himself tall didn't prove. He was quite muscular, too, given the way that he was proud enough to wear his candy-cane-clad shirt a size too small. She could smell the slight cologne on him, just enough to break the stale stench of body odor that made up the club's air. Her gaze met his, and she backed up subconsciously just so she could look into his eyes with a bit more ease.

"Hey there," he said, his voice low and obviously playing it cool. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Rebecca's eyes widened, and she looked back at her friends. So that was what they were laughing at, and this was probably the man who was staring at her. They gave her a thumbs-up and, after a nod of confirmation, turned back to the man. "...Sure. What would you recommend?"

The man turned towards the bar and gave the menu a look-over. He gave a small hum as he examined it, before giving her a look for a few moments. "Egg nog?"

Rebecca snorted. What a festively boring answer; he better thank his lucky stars she found it a bit cute. "Sounds good."

"I'll take two egg nogs!"

It didn't take too long for the nogs to arrive, each of them garnished what Rebecca assumed to be nutmeg. Bringing the glass to her lips, she was surprised at how hidden the alcohol taste was; it was there, but the nutmeg was much more apparent. She sipped at it, whereas he took slightly larger glugs, completely unfazed by the alcohol. She brought the glass down to the bartop and licked her top lip clean.

"So," she asked, "what brings you to the club tonight?"

He shrugged. "Just thought about going to a Christmas party. Couldn't find any in my neighborhood so I thought why not try this club? It's usually pretty packed. Yourself?"

Rebecca scuffed a foot against the ground. "Ah, my friends dragged me along. I'm usually more of a homebody."

The stranger smiled and took another sip of his nog. "Well, I'm glad you decided to show up tonight! Having fun?"

"I mean," she said before bringing her lips to her glass, trying to think of an appropriate answer. "It beats staring at my wall all the time."

He waited for her to put her glass down before nudging her. "That's the spirit!"

She giggled. She didn't have too much to drink, but already she was starting to feel herself get a bit giddier, and to be honest with herself, she was pretty lucky. He was a pretty handsome guy, and his stare was lingering on her. Perhaps an opportunity was presented to her, right into her lap.

Conversation happened pretty easily after that. She told him all about herself and that she was a university student studying pre-law on scholarships that she would really like to keep, even if it meant a few sleepless nights here and there. She sipped as she listened to him talk about his business ventures and how he, too, needed to blow off a bit of steam and how he finally had a free day to get out and enjoy himself; what better way to do that than to go out and see what the club had to offer? Well, a lot of things, but hey, she was pretty thankful he was jovial and found her jokes kinda funny, even if it were just from the alcohol.

"So," he asked before finishing off his nog, "where're your friends at?"

"They're the girls in the Christmas bikinis. Hard to miss, in fact, they're right-" Rebecca gestured behind her and turned towards where they had stood, only to be greeted by an empty space that was just the right amount of room for the three of them. Rebecca froze for a moment at the sight; apparently her friends had the same idea as she did. They definitely left while they were talking and thought they'd be unscathed.

"They were right here."

"Did I scare them off?" He asked.

"Don't be silly," she replied. "They probably thought that they'd be sneaky trying to ho-"

Rebecca choked on her words before she could finish her thought. She damn well knew that was their plan and if it weren't for him asking they would have gone throughout the entire club trying to show her off like a trophy. It was that wingwomaning shit they were talking about over text, and she thought they were just joking about it. Joke or not, they found their punchline with this guy, whom they were probably thanking silently for this.

She reexamined him under the pretense of this new understanding, and her eyes widened. He was hot, yes, but he was also way out of her league! She was just some ditzy bookworm trying to keep attention away from her, and somehow this guy decided to pick her up-and she was the first one of her friend group! Her heart picked up slightly as she looked him over once more, catching his eyes glued to her hips for a brief moment too long, and the smirk he gave her afterward was enough for her heart to skip a beat.

"So," he asked once again, "what were they trying to do?"

He had moved closer; she could feel the heat and smell the eggnog on his breath. His presence wasn't just palpable anymore, but lingering on hers. She felt the need to squirm slightly, but she stabilized herself with a nibble of her lower lip, eyes growing slightly wider as their gazes met once again.

His gaze was hungry, drinking every inch of skin she showed and it quietly made her wish that she wore something that showed more. He showed no interest in meeting her parents, the ones who had downloaded her meek, bookish persona and made sure it booted up first. He was merely interested in being what her friends wanted him to be: someone to wipe that from her and let her taste what it truly meant to be alive for once in her life and that it didn't always have to be about her books. She brought her hands to the hem of her dress and gingerly pulled it down, the club air cool against the slight window she inadvertently showed off, not realizing that the stranger's gaze would follow soon after.

Her parents would kill her if she went any bit further, but they'd never know, would they? She took a deep breath, trying to control her fluttering heart.

"They probably want us to dance or something." She could hear just how high and breathy her voice sounded, and it embarrassed her. However red she already was, she grew even hotter than that. Her thighs pressed together as she tried to cool her nerves, but her mind momentarily went blank and she bit on her lip trying to hide the moan from how amazing the friction felt. Rebecca wasn't sure if she had ever been this wet in her life, and reprieve, however delayed, was found in the corner of her eye, where she noticed his large hand extended in her direction.

"Shall we?"

The way this man kept his composure intimidated her. The only way she knew that he hadn't calculated his moves in advance to chip away every last bit of her defenses was the casual smile on his face that complimented his invitation. She was growing close to a puddle and the only way that she knew she had any effect on him he hid with a bluff that would make poker players blush. He looked so damn charming, too; the implicit question felt so well-hidden that despite how needy she felt, it was easy to forget that this was a proposition for him to fuck Rebecca's lights out.

Rebecca needed it, and she reached for his hand and rested hers in it. She was so small compared to him. He gently cradled it and they stood up together in unison. Once her feet touched the ground, she tugged him towards the floor, where his lecherous gaze lingered across her backside and the nape of her neck. She didn't care where in the mass of dancers they would be as long as she could have his body on hers.

He couldn't wait, either. His strong hand found her hip when they were on the furthest edge of the dance-pit, and he pulled her into him, her backside pressing up against his crotch.

Her eyes widened at just how hard he was against her ass.

He was big-even through his clothes she knew he'd be the biggest she'd ever try to take, and her toes curled slightly just thinking about how he'd feel. Nervously, a hand reached up to her hair, fingers running through smooth, jet black locks before she threw her head back and let it rest against his chest. She arched herself before awkwardly moving her hips, her mind blanking even as she tried to remember all those secrets Allie gave her about looking as appealing as she could while twerking on a man. She wasn't even sure if she could remember what twerking even was; she merely rocked her hips back and forth, finding comfort in the friction. She threw her head over her shoulder, peering at his expression, and nibbled on her lip. Fuck, it was impossible to think with the way he looked at her.

And it was even more difficult to think once his hands were all over her body.

Even with the thick layer of dress covering her, his hands had a way of leaving a burning feeling on her skin that lingered for what felt like minutes as he moved them around. He teased her, running them along her sides as he started gauging her body in truth. Her eyes grew darker as his smirk grew wider, starting to figure out all that she was hiding from everyone else. It was a treat all for him to enjoy, and her shoulder blades found his body as well, a small mewl leaking from her lips in pure pleasure.

"Keep rocking," he said.

She followed his command on what felt like instinct, her hips starting to move faster as she realized that he, too, had needs she needed to take care of. As much as it made her head spin to think about that, she needed to concentrate a bit, to bring this man to such a state that he wanted to find somewhere else to go as much as she did. She rocked, and rocked, feeling his hard cock pressing into her with every movement. It made her eyes water, thinking about all that fabric covering them and how it still managed to feel heavenly. Her gaze was wide on his, dark and lost as she scanned every bit of him as much as she could, hoping to notice the change where he, too, was taken over this forbidden threshold.

His hands did the talking instead, cupping one of her breasts through her dress to pull her in.

Rebecca yelped. His hand felt so good against her breast, every squeeze causing her toes to curl further. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, and it grew hotter as she realized that he could feel her nipple through dress and bra alike. His fingers kept digging, silently marking her skin as his with every moment of skinship, and she pushed her chest forward, hoping he liked what he felt; she certainly did.

He loved it, as she learned by the way he moaned against her ear. She was so close to moaning in kind from that alone, but whatever scraps of composure she found held her off; she didn't want the whole club to know that she was about to take this man for herself. She wasn't even sure of all the looks she was getting from the other dancers, and they mattered very little; all they did was hold her off from what she really wanted and forced her to bottle up everything.

She couldn't bottle everything up with one of his hands reaching for her uncovered thighs. She closed them off, bringing her feet together in a last-ditch bid to relieve herself. Every move had them rock against each other, and she could feel just how hot and sweaty her inner thighs had grown; she couldn't have him see that when they were in public. It had been too much even now having him toy with her like this, and she was so close to begging him to stop if it meant they could go literally anywhere else to fuck.

This must have been the sex that Allie and Christy always talked about. This must have been what their hype towards clubbing was all about. This must have been why they were always so pleasantly surprised whenever she decided to come along with them. This had to be the foundation of all those stories. This couldn't have been anything else. This was what clubbing was all about. And this was a feeling so strong that even Rebecca couldn't help but be pulled in its sway. This was the start of her own sex story she could tell her friends about. This was her college student rite of passage.

"How about we go somewhere more private?"

This was going to be the most fun night of her life.

It was as if he knew that he was going to get laid that night.

At least, that's what the suite he picked out told her. His businesses were apparently lucrative enough that he was able to pick up a suite on demand on the highest floor of the hotel, leaving a beautiful sight of the lit city skyline in the windows next to the king-sized bed. Pieces of furniture littered the area in tasteful fashion, leaving the room to seem just as much like her studio apartment as it did a normal hotel room. The purplish-red lighting was another nice touch to the place, giving it a much more erotic atmosphere.

None of it really mattered, though, with her lips pressed onto his and their focus entirely placed on each other.

Finally, she had time to revel in his body, hands running along his chest over his shirt. It clung to him in such a perfect way, teasing his muscular hardness but not the softness of his skin. His lips felt as amazing as they looked, the slightly sweet taste of eggnog contrasting deliciously against the way that he seemed to know exactly what she wanted. Slight teases of tongue, sucking the breath from her lungs, the occasional nibble on her bottom lip; he timed them perfectly in a manner that left her breathless throughout, with her desperate to hitch breaths to let out moans of approval.

And his hands simply felt divine as he ran them up and down her sides, now with the lack of inhibitions that led him to take handfuls of her ass before running them back up. Every squeeze left her whimpering, and she attempted to arch her back and push her hips back so she could feel even more of his gropes. His hands felt so big, so overpowering.

Within her, she grew the courage to fight back against his kisses, and she pulled away from them for a moment to recompose. It was impossible with his heavy gropes, but what she was able to collect was enough for her to slip her tongue into his mouth, mingling with his while her palms broadly moved up and down his abs. He sucked on her tongue, and her hands balled into fists, cursing herself about how sensitive she felt around him. She still felt like her entire body was on fire, but it was one that smoldered for so long that she almost felt used to it.

And then he'd push her tongue back into her mouth in such a display of dominance that her knees buckled momentarily. It was his turn to play, and she couldn't help but let herself submit to his tongue's advances. Her moans were muffled by his tongue as he slithered it around and tangled it around her own, leaving barely any room for her to budge. Her eyes watered at the sudden display, knowing that he finally was starting to let some of his hunger out.

It wasn't enough. She wanted more, and her fingers found the buttons on his shirt. She was shaky, but managed to undo a few of them while his fingers pressed against her back, running along her shoulder blades. She wanted to melt into them, and the relief from the thought of doing so was enough for her hands to manage exposing more of his deliciously tanned skin.

Not to be outdone, he unzipped her dress, and she froze at the feeling of the cool air grazing her skin as it fell to the floor and pooled at her legs. Her lingerie fit the dress perfectly; plain, unassuming dark red with no lace nor frills, something that was as perfectly enticing as it was deliciously ignorable.

Her abs tensed as she felt his gaze covering her more than the dress would ever, teasing a six-pack as she felt it drop to where she wished she had a gap between her thighs. He was hungry, and his hands were rough against her soft skin as he took what he wanted to be his. Strong hands ran along exposed skin, and he pulled back from their kissing, leaving her panting. Fuck, was he good at turning her on.

"You look so hot..."

"Th-thank you..."

Her trailed off words ended with a low moan as his lips found her skin, starting from her jawline and moving down. Hands found his shoulders and dug into him, not caring if her fingernails sunk into his skin. His shirt was basically a drape on his shoulders, loosely covering his bulky silhouette, and he was every bit as heavenly to the touch as she hoped he'd be.

His breathing grew heavier as he kissed down her neck, spilling all over her neck. She squeezed tighter and started raking down his arms, momentarily appreciating his musculature while her hands frenziedly scrambled for relief. His lips kept ghosting her pulse points, teasing her racing heart further with every gentle kiss. She was huffing audibly, every other exhale a needy moan, and his lips were only on her collarbone.

"Fuck..."

Her entire body tensed up as his lips dipped lower, pressing gentle kisses against her cleavage window and taking a deep breath. She flushed slightly, lips quivering at how embarrassing it felt, but like with everything else he had done, there was something so arousing about it. It was so shameless and so needy; the following kisses that peppered her breasts above her brassiere fit the same blend of shameless eroticism that it was starting to make her head spin. Every bit of appreciation turned her on just a bit more, every moment of lips lingering on skin a prayer of thanks for having her join him.

It was a holy prayer before the feast of his fingers against her needy snatch.

Her breathing stopped momentarily as she felt fingers against her lower belly, his hand slowly grazing downwards until they disappeared underneath her pantyline. She whimpered as she felt them caressing her folds, immediately growing damp with her juices. She didn't even realize how much she was burning down there in the torrents of pleasure, and he hadn't even done anything below the belt until then. Her hips obediently ground against his fingers, hands resting on his shoulder blades as she tried to find some level of grounding.

It was impossible to believe that Heaven on Earth could be a sin. It was impossible to believe the way that she writhed whenever his finger touched her clit could be the gateway to Hell. It was impossible to believe that something so beautiful would have her parents never look her in the eye again. For all the force that her parents used to keep her on her straight and proper path, this man's fingers caressing her was enough to convert her away. That was the law of entropy, the one that she had crammed in her head in high school while her friends got boyfriends; it was the same entropy that led to her bra, orderly on her chest, covering her up, to the floor, disordering not just the garment but the stranger's mind as she showed off her tits.

She didn't even try to hide the moderate swells of her full breasts from his hungry gaze. He licked his lips at the sight of her small, perky, dark brown nipples, and covered one of them with his lips, suckling on it with the same heat and need that her pussy sucked his fingers with the instant he spread her walls open.

"Oh my god!"

Rebecca clenched around his fingers as they dug deep inside her, spreading her out more than her fingers ever could. Her entire body tightened up, from her thighs clenching around his hand to her fingers digging into his arms, almost frozen with how hot she felt. It wasn't even about the thrill of a stranger fucking her anymore. It was just about how this stranger made her feel so good, and how even with how she could feel every movement of his fingers inside her, he moved with such ease. She was so wet, and even through her panties she could hear the sloshing of his fingers as he wrenched them inside her pussy.