She didn’t drink. Alcohol was suspicious to her. Why would one want to lose control? What is the appeal of feeling dizzy and less rational? Even at the age of 35 she still didn’t understand that and she was by now used to feeling a bit outside, even a bit anti-social when spending time at a bar or a club. Usually, she was the one standing or sitting there simply observing the bustling crowd, the laughter and cheering. The only reason why she went out from time to time was that she wanted to spend time with her friends or simply wanted to dance. Bass-pregnant house music was blaring out of invisible speakers and she moved to the dance floor. Most people she knew would never dare to dance in front of others if they hadn’t drunk enough. She, however, loved to dance. Even stone-cold sober. Moving to the bass – usually with closed eyes – and letting the rhythm of the music enter her body felt good, even exhilarating. She hadn’t gone out for a very long time and enjoyed moving to the music even more than usually. Her body aligned to the beat and she was basking in the rhythm, feeling a bit like a tiny boat in a sea of moving, faceless people.
It was then that she bumped into someone and suddenly there was a face looking at her. She felt a bit embarrassed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”, she said to the stranger who stared at her with a smile on his face. Obviously, the music was too loud, because he moved closer and bent a bit downwards, moving his head very close to hers. He was tall, very tall. Even with him bending towards her, she still had to tilt her head backwards to move her lips closer to his right ear. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you”, she repeated. “I am happy you did”, he said in a playful manner, moving back a bit so she could see his face. He had a very natural, youthful beauty to him. She couldn’t resist but smile back at him after this charming answer. He leaned towards her a bit and almost whispered into her ear, “I am not gonna offer you a drink, as you won’t be interested in that. Is there anything else that you would be interested in?”. With an expression of surprise that she couldn’t hide, she looked at him. Again, moving her head closer to his, her cheeks even touched his skin a bit. She could feel his warmth and smelled an intoxicating mixture of salty skin and the fragrance of his shower gel. “What about some fresh air?” she asked without thinking.
Next thing she knew was that he grabbed her hand and started moving through the crowd. Like to magnets attached to each other, they both glided through sweaty bodies, shaking booties and people drinking overpriced drinks. It felt a bit like a slap in the face, when she exited the building. It was chilly outside and so deafeningly quiet that it was like landing on a different planet. The warmth of his hand suddenly felt strange and she was taken aback by what just had happened. With a confused look on her face and goosebumps on her bare arms she felt a bit misplaced now. The only thing that still connected her to the world inside the club was his presence and the heat coming from his body as they still haven’t let go of each other’s hand.
“How did you know that I wouldn’t want a drink?”, she said without really looking at him. “Because I had been watching you all the time and I am pretty good at observing”, he said with a boyish smile on his beautiful lips.
“So I probably can’t hide the fact anymore that I am a bit of a freak, then?” she answered, not being able to hide her smile anymore.
“No. You can’t”, is all he said, softly lifting her chin so that their eyes met.
“Do you regularly do this? I mean… taking women outside and telling them they are freaks?”
“No. Just today.”
Looking at his face it became clear to her that he wasn’t telling the truth. He was much too handsome, much too interesting. He could kidnap any girl, any time out of this club and they would probably gladly follow him wherever he led them. Surprisingly enough, this didn’t bother her. She simply stood there glancing at his immaculate beauty and his kinky smile. And she went all-in, not knowing where it would lead her.
Tilting her head back and almost standing on her toes, she leaned towards him and kissed him. His soft, warm lips and their salty taste warmed her body up immediately. A welcome warmth was flowing into her as if she were slowly being lowered into a hot bath. Just when she wanted to move back a bit, both his hands cupped her face, his palms touching her cheeks in a soft but determined way. Their lips parted and she could feel his tongue on her lips and then searching hers. The kiss got less self-conscious. More passionate. And she could feel her whole body answering to it. She pressed herself against his tall body, once again realising how much he towered over her, how much he made her feel smaller than she was. Instinctively she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her and allowing him to lower his hands, moving along the side of her body; lower and lower and finally stopping at her hips. The heat spreading from his palms found its way to her butt, her belly.
Neither him nor her seemed to feel awkward about the fact that they only met a few minutes ago and were now standing outside a club in the cold drizzle, bodies pressed hard against each other. There even was a beautiful irony about it, as both were sure that their opposite did such things on a more or less regular basis. And yet they both felt perfectly at ease, not thinking about anything else than their bodies and the arising tension between them. Everything seemed to be electrified. If anyone had witnessed this scene, it would have been beautiful to watch. A collision of two bodies. A scene of rare authenticity.
She was so taken by their passionate kiss, his taste and the smell of his skin, that it took some time until she felt his erection pressed against her belly. And only then she became aware of the tingling feeling between her legs. She hadn’t been kissed like this for a pretty long time. And she definitely had never been kissed like this by a complete stranger. His hands were everywhere. On her butt, her back, her hips. They were lighting up her body. She felt like a glowing mass in the cold drizzle, as if he had set her on fire from the inside out. And when he suddenly pulled his body away from hers, she immediately sensed the cold around her, even though her breathing sounded deep and heavy.
“Jesus! Who ARE you?”, he asked.
“Mina”, she said. And with a playful smile she added: “Nice to meet you.”
He looked at her as if she were some sort of new life form that he had just discovered. As if he were spellbound by her mere existence.
“You look cold. Would you like to get back inside?”, he suddenly asked.
“No. Never.”
“Then… what do we do now, Mina?”, he asked with a boyish smile on his face.
“Kiss me again”, she said without hesitation.
Nothing could stop him anymore. He squinted and parted his beautiful lips. His strong hands grabbed her by the shoulders, and he pushed her backwards until her back touched the brick wall next to the emergency exit of the club. Hard she was pressed against the wall. She felt the cold of the bricks at her back and the pulsating warmth of his body all over the front of hers. The kiss that followed was fervent, impatient. She could feel his tongue lick her lips, moving along the line of her jaw line, ending up at her neck. Heat was flowing through her crotch and made her realise that she was getting wet. Also his thoughts were racing, imagining what was going to happen now. He felt this throbbing sensation in the centre of his body, making his dick hard and his breathing heavy. And when she took hold of both his hands and placed them on her breasts, there was no holding back anymore. Her tits were soft and contrasted with her hard nipples. With his thumbs he started teasing them and his lips found hers again.
Suddenly his hands were all over her, moving downwards to the hem of her skirt. Hastily he moved the annoying fabric so he could grab her butt, while she started fumbling with his belt, unbuttoning his jeans. None of this looked elegant. But it was choreographed by impatience, passion and lust. Her panty was moved sideways so that he could access her pussy. Wet, soft and warm she welcomed his fingertips, which were moving along her slit, teasing her, making her moan. Quickly moving her fingers, she finally had managed to fully unbutton his jeans and push down his shorts. His dick felt thick and hard in her hand when she stroke it. First softly and then more and more confidently. She had never been a shy woman, but the fact that he was so hard because of her, empowered her and made her feel even more willing to be fucked by this stranger. Right here. Right now.
The music inside the club was pumping and made its way even through the thick walls of the building. A soft humming was sensible and went right through her body, which was being pressed hard against the wall. Warm hands moving over tingling skin, wet kisses and panting. And then he grabbed her by the hips and pressed his body against hers, moving his legs between her. She parted her legs and moved her hips so that he could lift her off the ground and lock her body against the brick wall. Forehead against forehead. Parted lips and expectant glances. And then he entered her warm, wet pussy. It felt like diving into a pool, being embraced by her body and her warmth.
She held her breath, while she felt his dick glide inside of her. She could feel the throbbing heat that he spread between her legs, sending a vibrating feeling into the centre of her body. His dick felt thick and hard inside of her and seemed to complete her. A bit like a missing piece of a puzzle, it fit perfectly and gave her a sensation of release and anticipation at the same time. She realised how loud she was moaning and how hard her grip was between his shoulder blades. His pushes became faster and more fervent. They were pressing so hard against each other that her clit was being rubbed, intensifying, deepening every sensation. When she opened her eyes again, she saw his tousled dark hair, framing his face, which was light up by the most wonderful boyish smile she had ever seen. His blue-grey eyes were filled with both a manly passion and a strikingly youthful playfulness. She closed her eyes again, waves of lust washing against her and carrying her away. She could feel his grip on her ass getting tighter and his pounding less controlled and more impatient. The air around them was all hot, salty and blurry. Pressure was building up. Moans. Hands. Skin. Heat. Clinging to each other. And then she came. Her orgasm washed over her like a wave of warmth, like a velvet cloak that was wrapped around her. And just when she felt her body losing some of the tension that had built up, she could feel him come inside of her. With a deep growl, his head pressed against her neck, he climaxed, releasing inside her, breathing heavily onto her hot skin around the collarbone.
Both their bodies relaxed and after what felt like an eternity their eyes met again. He squinted and his beautiful lips formed a smile that made her chuckle lightly. They both looked rather ridiculous. She with her dishevelled hair and semi-dressed look and he with jeans open and a panting chest. To someone seeing them, they would have looked ridiculous and somehow childish. But them, everything was simply perfect the way it was and they couldn’t help but grin at each other. Slowly they got dressed again, both lowering their eyes and not quite knowing what to do next.
“Well…”, he said.
“Well…?”, she said, smiling coyly, “and what is your name?”.
With a broad smile he said “Derek”.
“Hi. Nice to meet you… That was a hell of an introduction, I’d say”, she laughed.
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