Was at Carlton club with my wing after finishing coaching, it was pretty dead and was about to call it a night, when I see a cute little Indian girl dancing with her friends. Minutes before I had said to my wing "This feels like one of those nights where you feel like going home, but you stay out an extra 10 minutes and something crazy happens."
Turns out I was right, as this little dark skinned beauty with big tits was about to give me an amazing, slippery handjob in the bathroom.
"Nice puff sleeves" I tell her after strolling over.
"Are you making fun of my top?" she asks, a bit annoyed. Her own little weird way of dealing with the tension of a new guy approaching is to create a argumentative frame. But since my intent is warm, she gets absorbed into my positive vibe.
"I like it. It reminds me of Disney cartoon babes"
"Oh. Ok. Thanks!"
"I saw another girl wearing one like that tonight" I tell her, which was true.
"Oh so mines not good enough?" she says, slightly angry again.
"I think hers was more like a jacket". My voice is relaxed, my expression is unphased. I can see that she's just putting on this angry front and I don't play into it, instead give her time to warm up to me.
Slowly, she smiles and we joke about what she's hiding in the sleeves. As we're talking, I slowly turn away from her friends and invite her to sit with me. I'm giving her very clear intent eyes, speaking slowly and am very relaxed.
I tell her about my job and how I help people change their lives, beliefs and get a new outlook. She's talking about her job and how she "works her ass off". I say casually "Can you just stand up so I can see how much you work your ass off..." and she gladly complies, turning around for me to squeeze her ass.
"And my tits too. You gotta feel the whole package..." she adds.
"Yeah but I want to be discreet, so just whisper something in my ear and press them against me".
She does, and they feel amazing. Much bigger and firmer than I thought. "Now let's hug" I tell her, "so I can grab them properly without anyone seeing." We try a few different hugging positions, and eventually find one that allows maximum boob squeezing.
We continue to talk openly about the sexual chemistry between us. "You know what I like about you...you are very relaxed in your body. Your energy is very open." I tell her.
"Hmmm...I don't know if that's just me though. I think you bring that out in me. You allow me to feel relaxed and open...physically and sexually."
This is an awesome compliment for me and something I pride myself on. Having a free flowing, open, relaxed and non-judgmental attitude towards women and sexuality is an immensely powerful seduction tool. The reason I'm able to have these instantly sexual interactions is because my whole intent, vibe and energy is very congruent and relaxed about it. This is a result of years of becoming comfortable with the uncomfortable, becoming someone is is relaxed and thrives on sexual tension as opposed to fighting against it or trying to break it. It makes everything a million times easier when the girls don't have a sexual guard up. This is one of the reasons I rarely, if ever get resistance from girls. We kept talking about how sexual relaxation, and I told her how MILF's are usually the same.
"I love how open your energy is so calm and sexy...like normally, girls are like... Well I'll just show you. Ok, so you be the sleazy guy, and I'll be the MILF..." I tell her.
"Ok..." she replies, with a naughty look in her eyes.
"Ok so I'm just sitting here, and you sleaze onto me. Here, run your hand up my leg."
She starts doing it, getting into character, then hesitates. "This is weird!"
"Yeah but it's not you, you're just pretending to be the sleazy guy..."
"Oh yeah, ok. Heyyy babyyyyyy" she says while running her hand up my leg.
I encouraged her "Further! More sleazy!"
Her hand kept sliding up until she felt my cock, rock hard through my jeans. She grinned when she found it, and kept pressing her hand against it. She told me that she gave her first handjob in year 9, in the library, under the table. I was gobsmacked. I got MY first handjob from an Indian chick in the library during reading time, in year 9, under the table...their names even started with the same letter!
"This is like sexual destiny between us...." I said.
We chatted for a bit more about MILFs till she said "So you just saw me dancing and thought "oh she looks easy". That's your angle isn't it, you think that's just gonna work on all chicks."
She is throwing this out there to test me, but since I have nothing to hide its all good.
"Well yeah I pride myself on my non-bullshit approach, that's why you like me, coz I tell it like it is."
"Yeah. I'm a very honest person too."
"Well I'll be honest, you are very sexy"
"Ill be honest, I have a boyfriend."
She went on to explain how he's 27 and she's 21, how he wants marriage, how she feels like she's missing out on sexual experiences, and how there's no passion in their relationship.
I told her "This is destiny that we met. My job is all about helping people change their lives. If we have sex, it's good because it will give you a reason to end a relationship that's bad for both of you...otherwise you will both just be trapped, doomed in the safety and security of your comfort zones..."
"Well I've cheated before...I have no morals."
"Ok. Wow. That's fucked, you seriously need to break up with him. That's really not fair to him. It's not healthy for either of you, spiritually, sexually, emotionally. But either way, we should hook up...you clearly need a sexual outlet. Let's go to the bathroom."
A gleam of sexual lust flashed in her eyes "Wont people see?"
"No. We will be discrete. You pretend you're going to the toilet and I'll come after and meet you there."
"Uhhh...are you sure?"
"Yep. This is good for your spiritual health, to inspire you to end your relationship and see what you're missing out on. In a weird way, I'm doing this for him too... I want you guys to break up, for his sake more than yours. You both want different things and it's not fair to him to stay with him. So right now you need to just get up and walk to the toilet."
"Ok. See you soon" she said seductively, and waved goodbye to her friends.
I waited a moment, then pretended to take a phone call and walked towards the toilets. I found her leaning against the wall, ready for action. We passed a guy coming out on the way in, but the toilets were empty. I lead her to a stall, closed the door, and pressed her against the wall, kissing her passionately. She breathed heavily and kissed me back. I pulled my dick out and put it in her hand, and she gripped it firmly while we continued kissing. I reached down and slid my hand in her pants and she froze.
"No...I think I've done enough..."
For whatever reason she didn't want to go all the way. Guilt, on her period, not horny enough? She could have been TOO horny, I used to see a girl a few years ago who only wanted to fuck when we had lots of time because she hated getting worked up without getting multiple orgasms.
Either way, I wasn't going to push. She still had my dick in her hand, so I said "Ok just jack me off really fast so I don't get blue balls".
She shot met a seductive glance and spat in her hand. I like really sloppy, lubed up slippery handjobs so I spat in her hand too for good measure. It was really warm and wet, and she was slowly and softly working the shaft, letting her fingers linger and tease the tip.
"Faster!" I said, tensing my dick. "Harder!" I felt her hand tense up. I love lubricated handjobs because she can just grip it really firmly and jerk it off fast, and it's still really sensitive. It makes my dick really hard, which makes the skin firmer, which means I can feel it in so much more detail.
It was one of those orgasms whee I could feel myself coming before I actually blew my load, so it was like an extra bit of awesomeness when I felt my cum coating her hand, hot and thick.
We cleaned up and I stayed in the stall a while longer, exploring her tits. They were, without a doubt, in the top 3 best sets of tits I've seen in the last year. Amazing, perfect shape, large, firm, with soft, soft skin. Sometimes tits look awesome but once you have them it's an anti-climax...this was the opposite. Burying my face in them and motorboating them was like heaven.
We stepped out, she washed her hands while I contined to dry fuck her from behind, cupping her amazing breasts in my palms, grasping them tightly, trying to say goodbye to them, disappointed that I would never get to titty fuck them.
We left the bathroom, she went back to her friends, and I walked to my car, glad in my decision to resist the urge to jack off before I went out that night, and also glad that I stayed out that extra 10 minutes and went for one last shot.
I really do hope they break up for both their sakes. In a way, I wish there was a way I could make him find out. He would hate me, but in the long run I would be doing him a favour by letting him know that the girl he's seeing is not right for him.
A lot of people have a very black and white view on cheating, but I just see it as a way to show the couple that things aren't working. It's not a self contained problem, it's just an end point expression of a bigger problem within their relationship, their communication, and their self awareness and ability to leave the comfort zone of a relationship.
I would never sleep with a girl who was dating someone I knew, but when it's a stranger I just see myself as a catalyst, a wake up call to the fact that their relationship is broken.