Aaaaah, the Good Ol' Days ..... (Part 2)

Around 2/3 years ago, I hung out with a friend who had lots of contacts in the underground Nigerian pharmacist circles, and sometimes acted as middleman in transactions. He started telling me about some guy who kept asking about me when buying from him. So, one night, in our one and only more or less decent dance club, he calls me over, and lo and behold, there's Mr Stalker, 14 years later.I have a thing for men's mouths, some women check out asses, some legs, some eyes - me, I'm a mouth girl, mouth and hands. And, if there's one thing that's turns me on like a light, it's a mouth with wide, sensual lips. And, he had one. Gorgeous, gorgeous mouth, tall, BIG hands, he sure grew up nice!Ok, enough drooling. We chatted for a while, and my friend left. I made motions to follow suit, since friend was my lift home. So Stalker whispers to me, whether I'd please kiss him, just this once. I was not drunk, but certainly very mellow, and I suppose he was high as a kite by then. So, me and my bad self said "sure, why not?" We did, and man, was it ever worth it! One of the best kissers ever, and although I'm very choosy about the rest of the sexual repertoire, I have kissed a lot of guys (and a few gals, but that's a whole other blog)! Anyway, felt like a few seconds later (although it must have been a lot longer) another friend of me comes and drags (literally) us apart, telling me we are causing a scene.