Any other night, he’d be at home, mentally recuperating from the week. But tonight felt different. He felt different. Like something good was going to… fall into his lap.
If you’d seen her dance, you’d see she was more at home here than he was. But tonight, just maybe, she was more inclined to come out because she sensed some electricity awaiting her as well. She was here with her friends – celebrating someone’s birthday or a break up, or a break up that resulted from a boyfriend forgetting a birthday – so of course there was plenty dancing.
The bounce of her body was intoxicating. Watching her mover was like no drug he’d ever tasted. He could see his hands on her waist, could feel each pillowy cheek pressing into his groin, see her looking back as she felt his erection pushing back.
His dick steered him closer.
His approach was not lost on her nor her friends. They each thought he was coming over to talk to them. She just thought he was handsome.
He asked her name, then returned the favor with his own and an offer to buy her drink. She nodded, he took her hand, and his firm grip took immediate hold of her: his hands wrapped firmly around her hips, her firm nipples jumping for every deep stroke, the firm pop of her ass as he strides his firm dick in and out of her. By the time her mind returned to reality to catch her breath they were already at the bar. She had no idea what had come over her and did her best to conceal the dirty, dirty things playing out behind her eyes, but he smiled back at her like he knew just how wet she was but still wanted to taste for himself to be sure.
They got to know each other a bit between shots. He learned she was a graduate student immensely interested in changing the world. She learned he was an up and coming music video director immensely interested in her.
His attentiveness was flattering, refreshing, and yet another turn on in his arsenal. The alcohol was making it harder and harder to resist hiking her skirt up for him right then and there. The only thing that kept her pussy at bay was the hope that, any minute now, he’d press her against the bar and let her feels his tongue in her throat. She was so consumed with the idea that she wasn’t sure if the words coming out her mouth were even making sense.
He’d be lying if he said he knew. He honestly was very interested in any and everything she’d ever want to share with him, but her smile was so distracting. So he interjected with a kiss. He had to. He had to sink his lips into the pink of hers, and she invited him in her mouth in kind.
The spark between them was ablaze between their legs. They had to have each other. They settled on his place for the having to be had, but their impatience detoured them to the dance floor first.
There, his hands proved quicker than his better judgement, and they began their gentle but diligent study of her scrumptious body. He was worried he’d crossed a line, but his hands felt so fucking good to her. To his devilish delight she began to push into him harder. She knew she couldn’t maneuver him inside her, not with his pants still on, but that didn’t stop her body from trying. The way she wound her hips on his dick was pure fiction, lulling him into fantasies of peeling her bottoms off her ass and licking up her pussy.
There was so much to lick up too. She could feel it. She wanted him to feel it. She wanted to show him the good job he’d done and treat him to the juicy fruit of his labor. She could feel every inch of him on her cheeks, and she wanted that too. She wanted it deep inside her.
Their lust led them to a more secluded corner of the club, where they didn’t have to worry about people bumping into them, people staring, where they could give into the alcohol, give in to each other. He braced himself against a wall. She wanted to drop to her knees and earn his cum. Even more than that, she wanted him to tell her to do it. She settled for taking his big bulge in her hand, massaging it, reassuring it that she would shower it with everything it was throbbing for in due time.
He scooped two handfuls of her impossibly soft ass and yanked her in close. She grinded all over his dick while their lips got reacquainted, only ever parting long enough to realize how stupid stopping was. I could tell you exactly how many songs were played, or how many texts from their friends went unnoticed, or how many relationships ended upon witnessing the real passion surging between these two, but all that matters is that their night was just beginning.
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