This was quite some time ago, when I (M32) was in my early 20's. Maybe 22, 23 or so.

I was young, dumb and full.. well, you know the rest, and I was on a night out with a group of my friends. The nights were always about having fun but the search for a woman to spent the night with was usually always in the forefront of any young guys mind.

We were at a nightclub that we usually always had the best luck meeting women at (which kept us going back). The music was always great, the drinks weren't too over priced and the women were always more mature than the 20 year olds that blessed most clubs in my city.

The night had been long, and the closing time for clubs was getting close. So far that night I had successfully managed to be rejected by all the women I had spoken to. As the night closed down, the dance floor thinned out, this is when my attention was caught by a woman who I'll call Vixen.

She was dancing nearby me, and we made eye contact for longer than usual which gave me enough courage to approach her and dance with her. Vixen was quite a tall woman, noticeable as she was around my height (I'm 6'3). She had long blonde hair running down her back and she had long legs. She was thick but in proportion to her height, with a decent sized chest that made her look more curvy while she danced. To be honest, at this point I hardly remember her face since drinking was involved and this was many years ago, now. I don't know anything else about her, other than I assume she was well older than I was at the time.

We danced together for quite some time and she was not shy about bending over in front of me and grinding into me. I'll never forget the skirt she had on that would come up higher than I had expected when ever she moved. To my surprise, she was the one to initiate in kissing me while we danced, which was a first to me. I remember feeling her tongue greet mine, feeling like I had struck gold with such a bold woman.

Naturally, the kissing while swaying to music lead to more than enough groping and caressing of each other. With her height and thickness, it actually felt perfect running my hands over her sides as well as squeezing and massaging her thighs and arse.

After some drunken, enthusiastic fondling and making out, Vixen whispered in my ear the only single word she ever spoke to me when she said, "Taxi"? And I just nodded like an idiot and said, "Yep".

We left the club hand in hand and made out way to the main street where most of the taxi ranks were. At that time of night, there were people everywhere on the street and taxis were being taken consistently.

We stopped at a closed store front that had a small alcove entrance with its locked doors. I laid back in the corner of the alcove while Vixen lit up a cigarette and smoked it infront of me. I should mention here, at the time, I hated anyone who smoked but God damn it if I didn't think she looked sexier with ever drag.

I eventually pulled her to me into another kiss, watching her smoke revved something in me i couldn't put my finger on. I leaned back in the alcove while Vixen pressed into me while we kissed.

I could feel her weight pushing on me as she grinded her body against mine. Needless to say, she was well aware of what had grown in my pants from her touch. To the point I felt her grab my hardness through my pants and rub it while we kissed.

At this point, my mind had already gone completely blank, all I could do was suck on her tongue while we kissed while my hands groped at her arse and her hips. I eventually felt her fumbling with my belt until she had loosened it and lowered my fly. She pulled me out of my underwear and wrapped her warm hand around me.

Looking back, I don't even know how many people must have been around us or how many knew what was happening on the street right next to the taxi rank.

I suspected she was trying to tease me and would play with me to get me riled up, but she started rubbing my shaft harder and faster than I had expected. I didn't even consider complaining as it felt too good to say anything. She just kept rubbing and rubbing me until I could feel myself losing control. I tried to shuffle my body away to hint she was going too far but she just pressed herself into me and the corner harder and continued to rub me. I eventually relaxed, believing it's what she wanted until I felt myself welling up and gradually erupting in her hand. It was the only time she slowed down rubbing me, assuming because she could feel me cumming over her fingers and hand.

She broke our kiss as my orgasm subsided and she eventually let go of me leaving me to quickly put myself away when I remembered we were surrounded by people in the street.

She crouched in the alcove and I can't even remember what she used to clean her hand. All I remember is her lighting another cigarette and typing on her phone seemingly ignoring me.

Confused as hell, I'm not particularly proud of my next move. I eventually composed myself and spoke with a taxi driver and gave him cash pointing out Vixen to get her home. I called out to her and opened the back taxi door for her. She hardly looked at me before walking towards me and getting in the car without saying a single word.

I ended up just closing the door and walking away. I'm not sure what she wanted or what she expected but she didn't seem to care less about me after I had cum. Maybe she got what she wanted? Maybe she regretted it, I'll never know. I contacted my friends and met with them who all laughed at since I had cum stains around my pants crouch.

To this day, I dont even know her name and she only ever said 1 word to me. Unsure if that night was considered successful or not but it was one of the weirdest sexual experiences of my life.