You can remember it all...

It was a late evening after quite a few drinks at one of the clubs. Samantha was in a tight black dress that hugged her form. The low cut top revealing ample cleavage. Her long curly red hair, a little disheveled after a fun night dancing. Red lipstick shining through on her pale face. And those green eyes. Those were always what drew you in to her. You found yourself getting lost looking into them more than a few times. Oh, and she noticed, she noticed every single time. She would giggle it off as if it was nothing. But you knew, and she knew, that there was something going on.

And that's probably why when the moment came, she threw herself at you. The two of you were walking back to your car when she turned and suddenly reached up to grab hold of your hair, pulling your face to hers as she went in for the kiss. OH that kiss. It tasted of strong whiskey, and bourbon, and beer, and ecstasy. This was it. You were finally getting somewhere with her. You'd thought of it quite a few times before hand, but now, oh that kiss.

Her tongue darted into your mouth. You lips pressed so hard against hers. It was a desirous kiss full of passion and heat. Her hands running through your hair. You reached up and placed both hands on her head mimicking hers and began the Mmmmm return of all that passion.

Before you knew it, you were pushing her backwards, towards a wall. She thudded up against the cold bricks and let loose a muffled groan only to grab onto you harder. Her hands beginning to work their way down to your shoulders, your biceps, your chest. Then she grabs hold and flings your shirt open, with the snapping of buttons as it releases. Her hands dart in to run amongst your chest hair, right next to your heart.

You begin groping one of her C-cup breasts through her dress. Squeezing and kneading with one hand while the other reaches around her waist, sliding to firmly grasp that toned ass of hers. She lets out a slight moan as you begin kissing down her neck, sucking on her soft skin, slightly salty from the recent sweat of dancing. She hurriedly began unzipping your pants and thrust her hand in to grab hold of your rigid shaft. She pulled your cock loose and hiked up her dress as she lined your tip up to her velvet lips. Both of you gasped in pleasure as you thrust into her, hot with passion and slick with lust. There, pounding into her against that wall in the alleyway. Just feet away from the open streets of the city. Your combined animalistic urges calling out to the world, declaring your desires. And lost in the moment.

That night was the only time the two of you had been intimate. For some reason it just seemed better to keep things simple. You remember agreeing and in hindsight you think it was the best decision, but you're sure she had been the driving **** behind that conversation.

Slowly you come out of the fog of wonderful memories and decide you should find something to do while you wait for her to show up.