It was best to be honest from the start, so thats what I said I wanted on my profile.
I love seeing a girl in stockings and heels, looking slutty, short tight skirt, bonus points if its leather, pvc or shiny rubber, sky-high heels, and slutty make-up, full lush red lips and smoky eyes.
Hair colour wasnt really an issue, although I do prefer something natural, or at least not too outlandishly coloured, and appropriately styled.
I had various levels of success over the years but living in rural Wales made finding playmates more difficult.
Then, I had the opportunity to live in London for a period for work, and thats when I met her.
Sophia.
I had done some research, and there was a club (you may have heard of it, Legs800) fairly close to me.
I'd never been to a club like this, so I was undecided...what if it's crap, or worse still, what if I see someone there I know?
But curiosity got the better of me, meeting genuine girls was hard, and after some discussion in the chatroom on here, I got sufficiently brave to give it a go.
I hopped a bus, and soon was walking towards the door, acutely aware of my surroundings, thinking that everyone who looked my way was secretly aware of where I was going and was judging me.
I entered, paid my money, and headed to the bar.
I had a drink, settled the nerves, and took in the atmosphere. There was nothing too outlandish on show, it felt like a "normal" club....just a different kind of clientele.
I relaxed, and decided to head upstairs to have a look around. There were a few girls present, some sitting around in small groups, others flitting around from place to place.
There was a seating area near the top of the stairs, I glanced in, and then moved on.
One room had no lights, but enough light got in through the open doorway to make out vague shapes, I learned that this was called a "Darkroom", people would feel their way, interacting by touch mostly. Another room had a large bed in the middle, where people would gather and play.
Along the corridor I found small rooms, like little cubicles, some were closed, and some would be occupied by people going in, it soon became obvious what these little rooms were for.
I headed back to the seated area, still clutching my beer, and sat down, watching those around me.
One guy, Rob, sat next to me on the sofa, and we got chatting. He was a regular, and said he could tell it was my first time. I asked about the etiquette about making an approach, and he said to just go for it, worst that could happen is I'd get turned down.
He was soon joined by a very petite Asian girl, who jumped into his lap, and he mentioned that there were a few of them, they come over to work in the NHS to earn money to send home, and they go out in groups. Sure enough, soon there were a couple of small groups of these girls seated around the room, and quite a few interested guys buying drinks and chatting.
As I chatted to Rob and his date, a couple of the girls who knew her came over, and Rob introduced my and winked at me and said, buy the girls a drink, so I got an order, headed to the bar, and one girl headed down with me to help carry.
She was pretty, very convincing, and chatty, with extremely good English.
Her name was Sammi, and she was dressed very sexily, mostly white or pink, stockings, heels, skirt, and a little top tied in front.
By now, I was a lot less uptight, it was shaping up to be a decent night, I'd made some new friends, so I wasnt sat in the corner like "Bill-no-mates" lol!
We got back to the seating, and as I dished out the drinks and grabbed a seat, Sammi looked around and pouted, saying there were no spare places...then took me a little by surprise by imitating Rob and his date by sitting on my lap!
I wasnt going to complain, se was light enough that it wasnt a problem...although my stiffening cock was a little embarrassing.
Sammi didnt seem to mind, she certainly noticed it and smiled, even reaching down to "move it out of the way"....I think more likely to have a sneaky feel!
The girls chattered away in Thai, and Robs date good-naturedly chastised them, saying they should speak English, upon which Sammi objected, saying that as they were talking about us it was secret, Sammi laughed and said we would probably love to hear it, then translated that they had been comparing the guys around the room, and Sammi had mentioned my cock favourably and said that she'd found her ride for the night!!
She then looked at me sort of concerned, and asked "Are you into girls like me, I should have asked?"
I assured her I was very much into "girls like her", and she smiled.
This time, whilst shifting her position slightly, she made no pretence about feeling my cock, being very obvious about it, even saying to the other girls "Mmmm, fresh meat!, to which they all laughed.
We got to the end of our drinks, and I mentioned about getting another, but Rob said it was his round, and then Sammi said she wanted to show me around, and I naively mentioned that I'd already had a bit of a look, to which she replied, "I show you something different!" and smiled. I cottoned on, and we headed down the corridor.
She led the way, holding my hand, and it was obvious that she was looking for an unoccupied cubicle.
"You have condom?" she asked, and I nodded, so we went in. The door closed and she reached up, and I bent down to kiss her.
Her tongue darted into my mouth, and she slipped her hands down to my belt, quickly and efficiently undoing both that and my jeans. She opened my shirt too, licking my nipples as she made her way down.
I leant back as she dropped to her knees, taking my hard member in her hand and, almost without pausing, plunged her mouth over it.
She sucked me expertly, grabbing my arse to pull me in, bobbing her head rapidly.
I groaned, at the rate she was going I was going to cum very quickly, so I asked her to take it slower, which she did.
She sat back, looking up at me, and started saying things like "do you want to fuck me daddy?" and "my tight hole is waiting for you".
The cubicle was pretty bare, so I asked her how she wanted it, and she indicated I should lie on my back on the floor. I did so, and she reached for the condom, rolling it on with her mouth, before stepping over me, facing me as she lowered herself down, impaling herself with a groan.
She rode me, bouncing up and down, me using my hands under her arse to help her rise and fall. She was very vocal, "oh, fuck me daddy!" and similar phrases, and she also started wanking her own cock.
It was a pretty intense, fast fuck, with the blowjob I'd received I wasnt going to last very long, but she reached her climax before me, and although I'm not really into cock and cum, when she sprayed my stomach it didnt bother me, I was too busy enjoying pumping my cock into her.
She then sat forward, still bouncing on me, and started telling me she wanted me to cum in her, talking dirty, asking me to fill her up, and soon enough I did, panting and moaning, as she gradually slowed to a stop.
After catching our breath, she cleaned me up with tissues, and we straightened up, having a kiss again as we left the cubicle.
We headed back to the seating area, having to stand near the group as all the seats were full, and Rob having gone to have his own fun with his date plus another one of her friends. The other girls gently ribbed Sammi, calling her a bad girl, to which she played up, saying just how bad she had been, and they were jealous of her handsome man, which was nice to hear being said.
One of the girls in the group was chatting with a guy, who then invited the girls to a party, so, as quickly as they appeared, they left, including Sammi, who told me she was at the club regularly if I wanted to see her again.
So, there I was, on my lonesome again, and I headed down to the bar.
I found a seat, got another drink, and just did a bit of people-watching.
Then, I saw her.
Blonde, and all in black, stockings, heels, short leather skirt, see-through top, and black bra, an absolute vision.
She came to the bar, and I made space so she could order.
Surprisingly, she not only acknowledged me, but said hi.
And...even more surprisingly, she struck up a conversation, commenting on how busy it was.
My answer about not knowing whether it was more or less busy than normal as it was my first time, and my accent, caught her attention, and we chatted.
She asked me what brought me to London, and other questions, and we had soon finished our drinks, so I offered to buy her another.
"Oh, are you trying to get me d*unk, so you could take advantage of me?" she asked, following that up quickly with "You dont need to, I'd shag you sober!" and she laughed.
"I'm afraid you'd have to give me a little time on that" I said, mentioning that I'd already had some fun that evening, "but I'm sure you could raise my spirits for another round of fun!"
She laughed, and we chatted some more, she was a regular at the club and pointed out a few characters, imparting some knowledge about various nuances of, as she called it "dating a girl like me".
By this time, we had a couple of drinks, and she leaned into me and said "Look, I dont play here, its a bit grubby for me, but if you like, we can head to mine and see how things go?"
"I'd love that", I said.
"Good, but one thing, a girl has to be careful, so I need to do something for my safety?"
"Ok, whats that?" I asked.
She then told me she knew one of the barstaff, and she had a system for staying safe. She asked me if I had a driving licence on me, and I said I did.
"Would you let her take a picture of it on her phone? Its just so I'm covered if you turn out to be a bad guy" and she laughed again "Not that I think you are, but a girl has to be careful!"
I hesitated, running through the possible pitfalls. Whilst I wasnt hugely keen on the idea, I could see it from her point of view, and the pluses outweighed the minus', so I greed.
We got it done, and headed out, hand in hand. Being a fairly busy club, there was a taxi hanging around outside, so we got in, and made the 10 minute drive to hers.
We chatted, and in the dark of the back of the taxi, she ran her hand up my thigh, not making it too obvious, but still making me grow hard, as the driver chatted away.
Soon we were through her flat door, and she asked if I wanted another beer, pointing to the settee as she made her way to what I assumed was her kitchen.
She came back with a cold beer for me, and a glass of wine for her.
As she placed the beer on a small side-table next to me, she leant in for a kiss, which was electric, and I just knew I had to have her. She sat next to me, and we talked, this time a lot more intimately.
As she crossed her legs, I watched, and she commented, asking if I thought her legs were nice. I confessed I loved them, I have a thing for stockings and heels. "Mmmm...well, I love a guy to run his hands up and down mine" she said, taking my hand and placing it on her thigh.
As any good gentleman would, I complied with her request, and started running my hand up and down gently, so as not to ladder her stockings.
We kissed again, this time more passionately, tongues searching, as she ran her hand over my growing bulge.
"Well, what do we have here?" she said, "I thought you said you'd need some time to revive lol?"
"It's you," I replied, "You are sexy as fuck, I'm already raring to go again".
She smiled, "Oh, you flatterer, you say the nicest things".
We kissed again, this time she ran her hands down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt as I again ran my hands up and down her legs.
"How long do you have?" she enquired, and I told her I had the next day off so I didnt need to get anywhere tonight.
"Mmmm, thats nice, no rush, I like that" she replied.
By now she had her legs across mine, and we were kissing and chatting like lovers.
"Are you into anything different?" she asked.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well, with some guys who I think can be trusted, I like a little mild spanking and bondage" she said, and my cock jumped!
"I can be a little bit Dom sometimes " I said, "if someone's into that".
"Mmm, ok" she continued, "I'm going to get changed, you strip but leave your jeans on". and with that, she left me.
I quickly took my shirt, boots and socks off, and swigged my beer.
Sophia wasnt gone very long, she didnt have much to do, she came back looking the vision of a guys wet-dream.
She had touched up her make-up, with slutty red lips, and was wearing a collar and cuffs both on ankles and wrists, had taken off her top and skirt, and was carrying a chain.
She told me her safe word was "red", and she wasnt into anything too rough, but I was to use her as a slut for the night.
I took the chain, clipped the end to the collar, and gently pulled her to me, kissing her, before telling her to stand still.
I walked around her, slowly, looking her up and down. Her clitty was caged in her knickers, and I ran my hand over her bum, and as I was out of sight behind her I slapped it gently, making her jump and smile.
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