The Australian Redhead - Part I
I had just turned 40, and was touring Korea on business when
I had what I considered to be an incredible stroke of luck.
I was on a Korean bus heading towards Seoul when it stopped
to pickup passengers. As I sat there, an old Army friend
of mine boarded. Well, as soon as we saw each other, it was
like old home week. We shot the breeze the rest of the way
to Seoul, and he insisted I party with him and his buddies
that evening. Never one to skip a night on the town, I agreed
to meet him at a local nightspot. I arrived a few minutes early, and
took a table where I could watch the door and have my back to the
wall. After a few short minutes (and a couple of glasses of Peach
Oscar) my friend arrived with his buddies. As it turns out, his
"buddies" were a male sergeant and three gorgeous American women,
or so I thought. The tall redhead was actually an Australian
visiting one of the other two women (both blonde with legs
that rose to?..well, you know). Unknown to me, the Australian
was to be my "date" if we hit it off. Therein lies the best
part of the story. After several bottles of Oscar, and a round of
Tequila (I don't know where that came from, but I didn't argue either)
I asked the redhead to dance. She grabbed my hand, and off
to the dance floor we went. We danced two fast dances, then
the disk jockey slipped on a slow Phil Collins tune. I asked
her if she'd had enough yet, but she said, "you can't get
away that easy". With that, and pulled me to her body and
held me against her in a position that I really thought would
be much better if we were horizontal! I returned her embrace
by placing my arms around her waist and pressed her hips
to mine. Half way through the song, I realized that the pressing
together of our hips in this manner had created a rock hard
protrusion in my pants. Rather than change our position,
I just maintained contact and hoped I wouldn't embarrass
myself too badly. To my surprise, she rotated her hip position
around my swollen member twice and pulled her head back
to look into my eyes. We made eye contact and she slowly moved
her lips close to mine. Well, I was forty, but I wasn't dead!
I kissed her full on the lips and explored her tonsils with
my tongue. I supposed she liked it because her tongue fought
mine for "air superiority". This was a battle we both seemed
eager to fight and win. After the song ended, we lingered for a few
seconds before we stopped our embrace and moved from the dance floor
back to the table. My hand was around her waist, and she held my
tush in hers. I hesitated slightly while my mind tried to
figure a way to reposition my raging erection without drawing
attention to it. She sensed my hesitation, and instantly
understood. She positioned herself between our friends
at the table and the object of my potential embarrassment.
As she did so, she moved her free hand to the bulge that housed
my cock, and ran her fingers up and down its length. She then
grasped it firmly and moved it toward the center of my body.
As she did this, she whispered, "My, My. It seems as though
we may have to dance again later if that's what happens?.
All I could do was to smile at her as suggestively as I could
and, with pressure from my hand on her hip, direct our movement
back toward the table. Once we got to the table again, we sat down
together. Our friends had moved so that the redhead and I were now
sitting next to each other with our backs to the wall and the table
between us and the dance floor. As we sat down, I placed my arm around
her shoulder. My old friend then proposed a toast and, as we raised
our glasses, he toasted the change in my anatomy that the redhead has
helped to create. I guess I was blushing, as the rest of our friends
started to crack up. As we lowered our glasses, the redhead told the
group that they should try dancing, as it could "straighten" them out
too! My friend and the sergeant looked at the women seated next to
them, then at each other, then back at the two blondes, and escorted
their ladies to the dance floor.
With the others gone, the redhead turned and told me I had
nothing to be embarrassed about, at least from what she had felt. She
then whispered into my ear, and asked if I might be willing to dance
again later. I responded by boldly placing my hand on the inside of
her thigh and gently applying pressure with my fingertips, and the
telling her I be willing to do most everything with her. I guess that
was the correct thing to say as she began kissing my ear and my neck.
At this, I slowly moved my hand up her thigh to her crotch. She had a
pair of slacks on, but I could feel her twat and could tell that she
was quite moist. My hand traced the outline of her lips and then
repeatedly traced over the opening I knew was there. She moaned softly
as I continued my "magic fingers" massage, and pressed more firmly
against the cloth that currently protected her from the penetration of
my fingers. The more I pressed my finger into her, the deeper she
sunk her tongue deep into my ear. At this point, I thought my prick
would explode, but little did I know that the best was yet to come
(or is that cum?). The redhead reached around and turned my head to
face hers and brought our lips together. We drew breath from each
other til I knew we'd suffocate, but we didn't. As we paused our kiss
to finally grab some necessary oxygen, we noticed that the others were
returning from the dance floor. As we watched them traverse the
distance to the table, we remarked to each other that there were
bulges that pushed along the area of their flies similar to mine upon
my earlier return from the dance floor. As they arrived at the table,
the redhead and I started laughing, and as soon as the other realized
we saw their hard ons, they all laughed too.
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