My first one night stand as requested [F]

After many requests from some of you that read my [Christmas Eve story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a9ne44/i_f_spent_christmas_eve_with_someones_married_man/) I have buckled under the pressure the write another account from my past. My first one night stand.

I had just turned 18, the legal drinking age in the UK, with my I.D, clutch bag and credit card in hand I headed into town for my first legal night out.

I remember just how innocent and naive I was, wearing [jeans and a blue top](https://imgur.com/a/GWvfp7b) I hit the club. Don’t get me wrong I had drunk before, I’ve been drinking since I was 13 but clubs are different, it’s a wasteland of men on the prowl and women sticking in groups. It’s literally like the Savannahs of Africa.

I wasn’t going alone, my school friends Emma and Chloe would be at my side. Long story short it was an uneventful night of dancing, drinking and the occasional badly taken picture from inside the club restroom.

That was until the night was in full swing, we were dancing on the dance floor just having a good time when this gentleman who had his eyes on me all night decided to try his luck. He danced over to me, now I’m going to say that he wasn’t the best of dancers but I’ll give him points for trying, the reason I left the club with him that night was because of his arms, you could tell he frequented the gym.

We danced on the dance floor for a while, I allowed his hands to explore my body, it’s that natural thing to do but I was well out of my comfort zone, watching how the other girls reacted to the men that had clung onto them. It was a new experience for me and I was just playing along. His arms were wrapped around me and he was rubbing his hands all up and down my sides, from the cup of my bra to the waist of my jeans.

We made our way over to the bar for a pit stop, grabbing a refill of some sort of Alcohol, this was the first time I could see him in some sort of light, we made eye contact and I sheepishly smiled at him. He grabbed my waist pulling me in closer, before connecting his lips with mine, we made out at the bar. There were no tongues as far as I can remember in this instance, but he pulled me into a warm embrace of sorts as I was lost within the confines of his arms. We battled our heads swapping sides as we tried to find which side we both preferred kissing on. Sure I’ve kissed a lot of boys prior to this, but he seemed different.

We didn’t dance again that night perhaps he thought it wasn’t needed, he had won his “prize” it is literally like the animal kingdom a display of sorts to win over a lady. Well it certainly worked on me, as we climbed into a cab together after leaving the club.

The cab ride home was my first and only taste of some sort of public intimacy. To this day I still do not know whether the cab driver knew at the time. But he certainly would at some point through the night or morning.

We travelled in the cab for about 5 minutes, I was looking out the window at the passing lights and buildings, other drunk goers making their way home from their nights out, it was surreal but I remember patches of it. It wasn’t until we left the busy lights of the town and entered the country side that he made some sort of move.

He undid the seatbelt in the car and slid over to the central seat so that he was closer to me, reaching a hand up to my far side cheek he pulled my head towards his and into another kiss, this one was slower than the first more romantic to say. Perhaps it was because he had slower reactions because of the alcohol, I just want to think he cared. I kissed back into him, as his free hand began to explore my body, he started at my breasts, playing with the skin that was visible groping the top of them, I remember letting out little moans of reassurance that it was ok. I gave my breasts a lot of attention, making his way between flesh and bra he explored further down until he was cupping my whole boob in his hand, not once did we break from kissing, but he didn’t grope for long it must have been a strain on his wrist from the position he was in.

We didn’t break the kiss for the majority of the cab ride, but his hands continued to explore me, around my stomach and sides, sizing me up, his hands explored over my top and under it. Then it happened.

He undid my belt buckle and top button of my jeans, now I did pull away from him at this point and gave him a “really look” but it was dark in the cab so all we saw we’re silhouettes of each other. It didn’t phase him as he undid another button, then another until half of my panties we’re open to the world. He could have seen everything if the cab was a little more lit.

His hand continued it’s journey getting just a little closer to the junction where the elastic at the opening of my panties met flesh. He slipped a finger under the opening. When the fabric pulled away from my pussy it was the first time I realised just how wet I was. There was no fabric anymore soaking it up.

I slipped my thumbs into a ring loop where the belt slides through and raised my ass slightly off the seat and slid the jeans off. Over my ass, down my thighs slightly. This gave him a lot more room. In hindsight it would have been easier if I had worn a dress, a lesson I’d carry even till today.

He reached down and dipped a finger into my wetness, gathering slick lubrication to spread over my pussy. His fingers exploring me, my sleek little hole and inner flaps, dividing them with his fingers, showing just how wet, soft and slick I was. He made a flat surface with his slippery lubricated fingers, he brought them up slightly and over my clit, to rub in small delicate circles. This was when I pulled him back into a kiss. This was the first time we exchanged tongues.

He could tell from the kissing that I was enjoying myself. I remember grabbing his wrist and pushing him downwards, I needed him now more then ever as I symbolised to him that I craved penetration, he just began to rub the exterior of my pussy once more. Without breaking the kiss I moved my free hand slowly towards his, under the lining of the panties and down his hand pushing his fingers as I passed over them I urged him to penetrate, it worked as I reactively lifted myself off the back seat. Both out hands now trapped in my panties. He didn’t stop, I didn’t stop as what felt like 2 finger we’re now working there was around my insides. Probing me and exploring me. This was how we spend the rest of the cab ride.

Again I don’t know whether the cab driver saw us, whether he suspected anything but we were drunk and all rational thought went out the window. But he got our attention when it was time to pay the fare. My intimate partner paid the fare fumbling inside his wallet for the money while I tried to secretly pull up my jeans, my hand brushed the seat under me a few times and I noticed that there was a slight wet patch under me. I would be lying if I didn’t purposely try and feel, just to be sure. My panties we’re soaked. A surprise I thought to my self, for the next passengers of the night.

The night was cold as I stepped out of the cab. I had no idea where I was but can only assume I was at this gentleman’s house. I followed him up a driveway to the front door of a house, he rummaged for his keys in his pocket before opening the door, he entered first pushing his way through the darkness, I remember there must have been a window somewhere that let in the smallest amount of moonlight, just enough for us to see each other. As I closed the door behind me, he pushed me into it. Once more locking our mouths together.

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**I wrote this on my phone again so apologies for any mistakes**

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