Smutty smut slut

Just another random hookup

"Heya" I call out softly at the big hunk of a man as we brushed past each other down the narrow corridor of the club - as you do.

I hear a laugh and then he turns and smacks my bottom!

"Hey there" He says back to me.

I giggle "Well you sound fun!" Actually though, it was probably me that was the real hoot.

He smiles back and looks me over, "..and you definitely look fun."

Okay so what am I even doing? He's pretty big around 6'3 or 6'4, at least - built like a boxer, or like someone you wouldn't wanna mess with as you pass him down a narrow corridor of a club.

Me? I'm not really that big. I'm 5'7 and maybe 175lbs and curvy from all the sugar free donuts. I have big brown pretty eyes (I think) and longish dark brown hair. I'm smooth and I have pale geeky skin - I'm prime, get beat-up-in-a-narrow-corridor material.

"You probably work out a lot. Huh?" Damn it - what am I even doing?

"Actually I'm a gym nut and I've been a boxer since I was a teen" He says slowly, his voice all deep and rumbly "But enough about me - why don't you do a spin for me and show off that cute body?"

Umm what?

I blush shyly at the request, but my body starts to turn slowly - wishing I had more than the small cotton shorts and the sleeveless light blue T-shirt on.

He looks at me unabashedly - up and down, licking his lips hungrily at the sight of my curvy pale body, making the pale skin even more obvious when I blush. I find myself glancing down at his crotch and start seeing the outline of a thick cock forming.

Slow down slut I think to myself - too many pink margaritas.

My rump is rounded and soft, arms smooth and curvy as I look over my shoulder at him.

"I don't think I'm much for working out - gym guys are kinda scary to me..' I say completing the turn - hands twisting playfully behind me.

He grins, eyes fixing on my plump bum as he gives me a good examination "That's all right, you don't need a gym, you're perfect as you are".

I'm blushing again.

A happy embarrassed little smile on my lips as I look up at the big tall male. Eyes running slowly from his crotch and higher past the big wider shoulders to his face that now has a big smile on it.

Okay so I might be lying about him being a random hunk who walked past me in a narrow corridor of a club. I might have been staring at him across the bar for a few weeks. I might have also been invited to a private room only to decline the invite - all flustered and giggly.

"You sound kind of tough..and scary actually" I say.

He reaches over his big right hand and cups my hairless chin - lifting it. "Nothing to be scared of, I promise" He says in a deep voice looking down at me. "...as long as you behave for me".

He then chuckles.

Not that funny really I think.

I feel a hot shiver of nervousness at his big hand on my chin, feeling the power behind the fingers. My big brown eyes are warm as they stare up at him. 'B..behave?' I whisper - voice a bit shaky as I ask softly 'Wh..what do you mean by that?'

Well actually I'm pretty sure I do know - I just want him to be precise.

He runs his thumb over my pouty lips and says "Putting this pretty mouth to good use for starters" His eyes never leave mine.