Sara walked through the glass door of the nightclub and adjusted her eyes to the dim light. It was impossible not to see him, their gaze meeting briefly before she strutted to the bar, jutting out her peachy arse and ample breasts to offer him the best view he could get. She knew he'd be here tonight.
The floor was filling up, and was extremely busy for a thursday night, all of a sudden she sensed someone behind her, hot breath on her cheek, the anticipation building in the pit of her stomach and groin. A hand rested on the small of her back and she turned around to meet his gaze. There he was. Tall, green eyes, stubble and a smile that made her weak at the knees. And the wettest she had ever been in her entire life.
"Hey", Gregs lusciously, deep masculine voice whispered in her ear.
"Hey", she replied back, eyeing him coyly from under her coiffed fringe, as she playfully sipped her drink, nibbling and sucking on the straw suggestively.
"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, acknowledging the barman
"Are you trying to get me drunk Mr Hayes?" She flirted back, stroking his hairy forearm and ordering a vodka tonic. They sipped their strong drinks before heading out to the smoking area, where he seductively lit her cigarette, not breaking eye contact once.
"Do you fancy a dance?" Greg asked as they made their way back towards the bar. The floor was full of drunk 18 year olds, taking full advantage of the cheap alcohol deals on offer, and while Sara and Greg were not at all old (she at 21 and he at 24), they were outnumbered by sixth-form teens.
However, the vodka she had consumed had given her a new found confidence and slightly drunk and carefree, they made their way over to the dancefloor. An r & b song comes on and their bodies pressed together instinctively, the heat and friction addictive. Greg held Sara by her hips, swaying to the music in such a way that she found her arse grinding against his growing erection. She could feel it swelling and bulging and she knew it was her that was causing it. This turned her on even more.
She turned to face him, hands against his torso. He gazed into her eyes, holding her closely to his chest. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach, her breasts rubbing lightly against him with her heavy breathing and she could feel his heartbeat...it was very fast. Months of pent up lust and adoration all but consumed her. His face tilted downward slightly as hers rose up to meet him. His lips were so close to hers, inches, centimetres and then the most deliciously tender kiss, a fleeting brush of the lips. He tasted of apple vodka and that combined with his aftershave and masculine scent was intoxicating. Sara had to have more, and Greg clearly felt the same. Maybe he too had been wanting more than just friendship these last few months.
Their lips met again, more urgently this time, as Sara entwined one arm around Gregs neck, the other around his strong, defined back, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss. Gregs hands greedily roamed Saras curvaceous body, groping her arse, her tits and running his hands through her thick, long golden blonde hair. They broke the kiss, flustered and aroused and looked at each other with immense intensity. Greg took Saras hand and they left the club; no words needed to be said.
He led her down the cobbled High Street, stopping occassionally to look at the brown – eyed, blonde beauty he had lusted after for the last 3 months, unable to believe she was here, now, hand in hand with him. He pushed her up against a shop window and kissed her again, passionately, their tongues exploring and roaming each others mouths, his strong hands gently cupping her face. She grasped his hard-on through his jeans and he let out a loud groan. Sara giggled and continued to stroke his raging member through his clothes.
"I think you should take me back to yours", she giggled and walked down the road, her legs looked fantastic in her suede heels. She beckoned him naughtily with a finger and Greg could all but resist!
They got into the cab and the journey seemed to take forever. All Greg could think about was fucking her. He sat with his hand on Saras thigh, occassionally stroking it. He began to inch his hand further and further up, tickling the lightly tanned skin and stopping whenever he heard her moan ever so quietly. He quickened the pace, and worked his way inwards – her legs spread automatically, giving him better access. His fingers gently stroked over her lacy panties, she was soaked. She gasped and took a sharp intake of breath.
She turned to face him, her eyes glittering with arousal and lust. She leaned over and began to nibble Gregs neck, working down to his collar bone and then back up to his ear, before whispering huskily; "I want to feel you inside me". Greg nearly came there and then.
The cab pulled up outside Gregs house, and as he hurriedly paid the driver, Sara made her way to the porch. Their bodies slammed together as they kissed intensely, both wanting and needing each other so badly. After fumbling for the key in the dark, they made their way into the house and straight upstairs to the Master Bedroom.