I had been trying to persuade my girlfriend Keecia to hit the new reggae spot with me in DC since it opened and finally to my surprise the second month she complied with my request.

With Keecia's short notice I was baffled as to what my outfit of seduction would be for the evening but decided to party it up yonkie girl stylie with a tight black leather skirt, a strapless black leather top with a huge silver buckle across the front and my favorite strappy black leather heels. With my long legs waxed and properly oiled and a tasteful amount of foot jewelry to show off my red toenail polish and fresh pedicure I jumped in my Maxima and headed off to the Club.

After fussing with the Bouncers at the front door about the outrageous price for admittance and a search that border lined a free feel I entered the club. Upon walking through the door I was immediately taken aback by the theme. The club was rather large and extremely dark. There were huge Palm Trees in all four corners used to camouflage the speakers that must have stood nine-feet high each piled atop one another. The air smelled of incense and weed and the bass in the music led my body as I drifted across the room to locate Keecia. When I finally caught up to her almost an hour later she was already winding on the dance floor with her own personal rude boy. I didn't want to cock block so I stood in her direction of sight and motioned to the bar letting her know that was my destination. As I approached the bar I felt all eyes on me not just by the men but the women too obviously sizing up their competition for the night. My contact high from the weed had already started working on my inhibitions when I ordered three shots of Tequila and a bottle of Corona to be used as the chaser.

While serving in the Army in Europe, I was able to down Tequila like water but now, ten years later at the age of thirty it was a bit more difficult. After the second shot I was slowly being carried away into a world of my own when I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw him. He stood approximately 6'3 with broad shoulders, huge arms and a short military style haircut. He maintained a steady flow of attractive women unsuccessfully flirting with him, rubbing their ass against him when ordering their drinks or smiling at him. I thought to myself, he's either gay or here with his girl. As I reached down to do my last shot I caught him looking in my direction. He didn't know I saw him and took this as an opportunity to play with him a bit. I noticed a bachelorette group of women near him playing who could stick the bottle furthest down their throat. 

Determined to get his undivided attention I picked up the Corona chaser and drank some then stuck the whole neck of the bottle down my throat as far as it would go without gagging. With the neck of the bottle down my throat and my lips hugging the shaft I looked in his direction, he stared at me along with the rest of the men at the bar and the bachelorette group in amazement. When I took the bottle out of my mouth I stuck my tongue out and licked and sucked the lime until the last drip of juice in it was gone, I seductively licked the juices from my lips and smiled at him. I felt the group of women rolling their eyes as the men clapped but I did not take my eyes off of him and he smiled at me. I quickly sobered realizing my ignorant exhibitionism and suddenly became shy looking down into my empty glass. He was far more attractive than I first thought. The light from the bar shown on his dark chocolate complexion and his smile revealed a dimple on either cheek complementing his perfectly white teeth. His orange polo shirt traced lines over his biceps leaving nothing to the imagination. I glanced down as if to be embarrassed and when I looked back up a second later he was gone. I contemplated whether or not to order another drink and take my rejection as fate or convince myself my beauty must have intimidated him as it did the bachelorette group who quickly moved on to another stupid game after their obvious defeat. Before I had the opportunity to come to any conclusion I felt a hand around my slim waste-line and hot air against the back of my neck. It was him; he had made his way over to me and was standing right behind me.

He introduced himself as Darius, by this point the Tequila had taken hold of me and I had no choice but to cling to the bar for support. As much as I love to talk I was speechless and the only thing that fell out of my mouth was to tell him he was beautiful and he started laughing. He told me that he was a Patent Attorney for the US Trademark Commission here in DC. I told him that was sexy and he looked confused asking what was sexy? With a big grin on my face I answered, intelligence. As I proceeded to tell him about all the losers I had seen since I walked in, he laughed once more at me and I told him how much he resembled Morris Chestnut. He told me that he got that a lot. We had a short humorous conversation and he was admittedly taken aback by my intelligence as well. From that point forward he said I did not have to pay for anything for the rest of the night as he motioned to the bartender that anything I ordered should go on his tab. I balanced on him and we made our way to the dance floor. The music was a slow Beanie Man song and as he began to move I just melted into him. His body had me hypnotized and I just followed his lead slowly winding and grinding his front and then turning around and working him from the back. I knew he had seen the fatness of my ass when I was standing legs spread and ass up at the bar and now I thought it was time for him to feel its softness by bouncing it repeatedly against his dick. I felt it grow with each bounce I planted against it until he finally put an arm around my waste and one around my chest and pulled me into him. His hands gently rubbed up and down my inner thighs and I could feel the moisture pouring out of my pussy. As we danced with him grinding me from behind he gently kissed the back of my neck. I reached over my back and grabbed his head from behind and whispered in his ear to stop teasing me. He took my hand and led me through the floor to a more secluded spot to continue our dirty dancing. As women intentionally brushed against him and men grabbed at my free hand to try and steal me away, he saw and pulled me in front of him with his arm around my waist.

We made our way to a secluded corner of the club and began dancing between a Palm Tree and speaker. The bass once again took hold of me and my whole body vibrated with each thump the speaker let out. He was behind me once more and began making his way up my skirt until his hand reached my hot pussy. He playfully traced a circle around my lips to my clit and then began fingering me with one hand and massaging the back of my neck with the other. Within the first five seconds of the next song I came all over his forefinger. He removed his hand and stuck his finger in my mouth. I sucked all the juices off and he began to passionately kiss my neck. I was disappointed that it was over until I felt the tight soft skin of is hard dick creeping between my legs. He rubbed it up and down my ass, bent me over and slid it in. I don't know if I got more excitement from knowing at any time someone could catch us or the beating of the bass that intentionally had us fucking to the music. Whatever it was he was stroking on beat with his hands on my waist and his dick in my ass and I loved every inchly moment of it.

Three songs later he continued to stroke but instead of me pleasuring in the fact he was one of the first to last so long with me I took it as a blow to my ego and told him that I had to use the bathroom. He pulled down the back of my skirt and walked me to the bathroom which of course was crowded with the usual groups of women, the gossipers talking about the men in the club they planned on catching, the bitches talking about other women in the club and how scandalously they were dressed and the busters all huddled around a mirror complementing each other but secretly wondering why no one had approached them. Honey the mirror tells no lies I thought to myself. The line to the bathroom stretched to the door and I had no intention of waiting to use it. I walked back to Darius and told him the line was too long. He asked me if I had ever been to the VIP room in the club and I told him this was my first time at the club ever. We walked to a section of the club roped off and guarded by a bouncer. Darius gave him dap and led me through the ropes and a door. The VIP room was quite lavish and I saw some NBA and NFL celebrities sitting in chairs watching the dance floor from a two-way mirror.

We passed the ladies room and proceeded to the men's. He took my hand and led me in locking the door behind him. I ran directly for the stall and relieved myself. When I opened the stall door Darius was sitting quietly in a lounge chair in the corner of the restroom. I asked him if he would help me wash my hands. He walked over approaching me from behind and began rubbing the soapy water between my hands and then my fingers as he did this he began kissing me slightly on my back. With one leg he spread my legs apart and raised my skirt. As he unzipped his pants and took out is dick I stared at it in the mirror, it was huge. Before I had time to even comment or give him props I was bent over the sink with his enormous dick deep inside my ass. He grabbed my wrists and placed them spread eagle above me on the mirror. As he fucked me I told him that I had wanted him ever since I saw him at the bar and he told me my pussy was phat and wet.

He let his hands down and with one scoop picked my ass up high enough so that my knees straddled the sink on the counter-top and he was pulling and pushing my ass back and forth on his dick with my forehead pressed against the mirror. He began to moan and jerk pulled his dick out and exploded all over my ass. I watched him from the mirror and the expression of satisfaction on his face gave me more pleasure than the size of his dick. We washed up, exchanged numbers and went our separate ways. Although we have played phone tag for the past four months because of our busy schedules and distance, to this day the first Friday of every month he puts me on his guest list for the club hoping that one day I will return.