I met Marcela in a nightclub in São Paulo. She was one of the dancers who stayed up on little platforms, more or less serving as decoration. I was there with my friends, pissed off at the world, and, with no real intention at all, I asked her how she put up with being there so long, with that smile on her lips the whole time. That was the start of a conversation that got me her phone number.

I asked her out the following week. When she answered, she scolded me for not having called sooner. We laughed about it, and once again we lost ourselves in conversation. Since the call was going on and we didn’t live far from each other, we thought it would be better to meet somewhere halfway between our homes.

She looked gorgeous in a simple black dress and high heels. Her perfect curves were obvious in that outfit. We had a few drinks and kept talking ourselves silly. After a while I laid my hand on hers. From there to a kiss was only a moment.

Since the table where we sat was a bit off to the side, maybe that’s why we felt so comfortable exploring each other’s bodies, at first timidly. She surprised me when she rested her hand on my cock, over my pants. I commented that maybe the bar had gotten too crowded for our needs.

We went to my apartment. Fifteen minutes later we were sitting on the sofa, drinking a glass of wine, but being pretty restrained for two people who had been going at it hard at the bar. She told me she was getting tipsy from that wine, plus the drinks she’d had at the bar. She asked if I had any CDs, and I pointed to the cabinet under the stereo. She put on a slow song.

Then she started to dance, very seductively. The strap of her little black dress slipped down delicately, revealing a good part of her breasts. Her hips swayed from side to side while my eyes got lost in the sight of her. She hiked up the dress, leaving herself in nothing but panties, stockings, and shoes. Unable to hold back, I got up and took her firmly in my arms. In one motion she was on the sofa, wrapping her dancer’s legs around my body while I kissed her mouth and expertly teased her nipples with my hand. She turned me around and started taking my clothes off. In no time I was completely naked. She looked at my cock and started stroking it. I, lying on the sofa, surrendered myself, ecstatic, to her caresses.

Her warm lips wrapped deliciously around my cock. She sucked, licked, and got me harder than I already was. Her tongue started at the base and went up to the head, circling it. At one point she started taking it deep, moving up and down. I told her I was going to come, but she didn’t stop: she took it all, not leaving a single drop behind. When she was done, I pulled her close to me. It felt so good to have that soft body pressed against mine. Her breasts brushing my skin, with those hard nipples, left me so turned on I was ready for another round. But not before returning the favor Marcela had done me.

After a long bout of kissing, I laid her on the bed and knelt on the floor. I took off her panties and found a delicious little pussy. Wearing only knee-high stockings, one leg was propped up on the sofa and the other was on the floor. I started in on her with a delicious lick. I sucked her like I was tasting an orange, and I held her legs, massaged her body with my hand, lingering over her breasts. Every now and then I licked her navel and went back to kissing and licking her thigh. Marcela came, squeezing my head between her legs.

She was tired, but I was raring to go. I simply climbed my body up, kissing every little bit of skin my mouth found along the way. And then I started rubbing the shaft of my cock against her slit. She went crazy, begging, pleading for me to stop that torture. I took so long that she, in a desperate move, used her hands to guide the head of my cock into her pussy.

The entry was slow and firm, and maybe that’s why it was accompanied by Marcela’s moans. I started setting a delicious rhythm. I went in and out, just feeling that delicious girl moan. I got even harder from feeling the little buds of her breasts brushing against my chest. She bit my shoulder, making me fuck her even harder. Her leg was already dictating the motion, which became very fast. She started making the kind of sounds and faces of someone trying to hold back a climax, which inevitably came on very strong. Seeing that, I couldn’t hold back. I collapsed into a deep, long orgasm inside that girl, who clung tightly to me.

All I remember is turning her over, throwing her body over mine, before falling into a light sleep. Some time later, she woke me up and told me she had to go to work at that club where I’d met her. We took a delicious shower together, where I started out being sucked and ended up fucking her against the wall, with her hanging from the window and wrapping her leg around my waist.

She got dressed while I watched her, sitting naked on the same sofa that had supported us. With a smile on her face, she walked over to me and gave me a long kiss. Her hand brushed against the middle of my legs and she realized I was hard. She couldn’t resist and started jerking me off while our tongues tangled. She only waited until I came, then cleaned herself up and left, now after just a quick kiss.