I'll call her "G" - and I guessed her to be in her late 20s. She was very attractive with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was certainly dressed to impress - wearing a black push up bra under a see through top, black shiny wetlook leggings (those things always drive me wild!) and sexy black leather knee length boots. She had a great figure!
Dinner was enjoyable and I was loving talking to G who it soon became clear had a strong and lively personality. After we finished eating we went to the bar upstairs which was now filling up with the Friday night crowd of "beautiful people". A DJ was in the corner pumping out hip hop and the girls were immediately in the groove.
As the drinks flowed, the girls started getting more into the music and G particularly was starting to break away from the conversation to get up and dance - and boy could she move! It was fantastic watching her bump and grind - especially admiring her gorgeous figure in those sexy wetlook leggings - and I had an idea that she knew I was enjoying the show! "Do you like hip hop?" she turned to me and asked as she moved to the beat. "I LOVE it!" I replied! How could I not?!
There was a moment when I thought the evening couldn't get any better: the place was full of hot girls and I had a ring-side seat watching the gorgeous G getting into the pulsing hip hop beats! But then things went up a level: G had mentioned earlier that she might have other friends coming out for the night - and she lit up when one of them arrived.
And what an arrival! Waving and crossing the room to our table came a tall, beautiful, model-esque, strawberry blonde redhead - early 20s - wearing a black logo'd vest style top, black high heels and ultra tiny cut off denim shorts that showcased a breath-taking pair of creamy long legs and framed an absolutely perfectly shaped rear! As G introduced us to this new arrival -"K" - my friend and I looked at each other in that way that only guys know when they see a drop dead gorgeous girl! She was stunning in a Victoria Secret kind of way!
Mesmerised by K, I ordered another round of drinks and we all took our seats around the table - but it soon became clear that the girls, G in particular, were starting to get restless. It was getting close to midnight and G said that she wanted to move on. I asked if she had somewhere in mind and she said yes - and I couldn't tell form her reply whether she wanted us to move on as a group or go our separate ways. I decided the only way to find out was to ask.
It was her reply that immediately made my heart miss a beat: "I'm not sure if it would be your kind of place," she said..."it's full of big Black guys!"
My friend didn't pick up on it - but I of course was immediately all over it. Normally I am too discrete to do this kind of thing, but this was the perfect opportunity: "Oh I see," I said, trying for an innocent smile, "is that what you like?"
"Of course!" she said. Wow!
Trying to sound nonchalant, I turned to K, the redhead. "How about you?" I asked.
"Yes." she smiled. She clearly had no idea what effect her answer was having on me!
Trying to continue my nonchalant act, I said "Well, we could all go along?"
G shook her head. "I don't think it will be your thing." There was no rudeness - but a decision had been made.
My mind was racing, trying to think of how I could safely continue my questioning and find out more. Before I could speak, my friend re-joined the conversation. "I'm not up for it," he said, "I don't fancy being one of the only white guys in a club! I think I'm done for the evening. We can drop you girls off if you want?"
"That would be great, babe!" said G. She was ready to get going!
Minutes later the group of us were in a cab - me, my friend, G the blonde, K the redhead and the two Asian girls. The silent cab driver looked African and had more hip hop beats booming from the speakers. I was trying to come up with a way that I could stay with the girls - but already I knew that they had made the decision that they were going their own separate way. They had closed ranks. They were in the zone and ready to dance.
After a while the cab pulled up. A line of clubbers were waiting for entry to the club - Black guys and an even mix of Black girls and white girls. I could see only one or two white guys in the whole mix. The girls started getting out of the cab. "Thanks for a great night guys!" said G. "I'll see you next week," she said to my friend - then she turned to me and smiled: "Really enjoyed meeting you, babe!" With that, G, K and the other two girls were out of the car.
They made their way straight to a group of four eye-catching, model-esque blondes stood just in front of our cab, two of which had on very short skirts and high heels. I desperately drank in the view: they're legs were long, tanned and silky smooth. The two groups greeted each other like excited friends. Already the cab was pulling off to take me and my mate home for the night. I looked back at the group of stunning girls as they turned and headed into the club.
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