The night I met Michelle was a night I was wholly unprepared for, it was a fairly lowkey party at a friend's house where our mutual friend Todd introduced us. She was short with chestnut brown hair just past her shoulders, low cut black top over an obvious c-cup, and tight jeans over a beautifully shaped ass. She was pouring shots of Jameson and pushed one into my hand after we exchanged pleasantries. We talked and drank for a while and after putting down a generous amount or whiskey, she turned to me with a sultry smile and said "I'm gonna tell you, I'm curious, a nice guy like you must have a great cock, and that's all I've been thinking about for the last ten minutes." I laughed, caught a little off guard by her no bullshit attitude, and quickly took mental inventory of the other partygoers. Everyone seemed to be either in the kitchen or living room, I finished my drink and stood up. "We could continue this conversation upstairs if you want to," I started, and before I could finish she downed her drink with a smile and motioned me to lead the way.

We headed up the stairs quietly, and as expected the rooms were all dark and vacant. We chose a room at random, closing the door behind us before stepping into the room's attached bathroom and closing that door as well. I could barely have gotten the door closed before she was on her knees on the floor in front of me undoing my belt and unbuttoning my pants. She pulled my hard cock out, taking it in her hands and inspecting it for a moment with a satisfied smile. "I'm never wrong when it comes to cocks," she said to either me or herself, I wasn't sure. Without hesitation she took my entire length into her mouth, holding my cockhead in her throat for a moment before sliding her mouth back up the length of me. Moaning hard, I steadied myself on the bathroom counter to my side and almost fell over with my pants at my ankles.