Waking from our nap, I turn you to face me and kiss you deeply. You can still taste yourself on my lips. The feeling of your breasts rubbing against my chest causes things to stir between us, and you giggle. "Looks like someone wants to play," you say, reaching down to stroke my hardness. Alas, there is no time for playing, as we are due to your friends at the club in 30 minutes. So instead, we settle for a quick grope session in the shower, our hands running all over each other's bodies as we gently wash away the glow of our earlier passion.
With our bodies now clean, although dirty thoughts continue to rule our minds, we dress and head out the door, a night of fun and frolic awaiting us. Rendezvousing with your posse at the local watering hole, we grab a quick dinner and a couple of drinks to prime us for a night of, as you have promised, dancing and romancing. So far, I have enjoyed meeting all of your friends, but one lady in the bar has caught my eye. She's about 5'8" tall, has long curly brown hair, so dark it's almost black, hanging nearly to her waist. With the tight black dress she's wearing it is easy to see that she has one of the best bodies I've ever seen; nice firm breasts, a slim waist and legs that go all the way up. But the most striking feature is her eyes; they are deep blue, almost purple, and flash when she smiles. You catch me as I repeatedly glance her way. "See something you like over there?"
"Yeah, do you know that lady standing at the end of the bar, all by herself? She's fuckin' amazing!!"
"No, but I could in an instant. If you want me to, that is. Or you could grow a set and go talk to her yourself," you reply, nudging me with your elbow. "C'mon, you're in a totally foreign country. Who's gonna know if you strike out. For once in your life, go for it. 'Cause if you don't, I will."
Knowing you're right, and that you will, I take a long sip of my Beam-N-Coke and walk down the bar. Sliding in next to this vision of beauty, I ask if she is with anyone and when she says no, offer to buy her a drink. We begin chatting and when she hears I am visiting from America, she asks who was so special that I flew across the ocean to see. I begin to explain things and turn to point you out. As we look your way, you flash a great big 'thumbs-up' at me, grinning from ear to ear. I turn back to my new friend, blushing. "Awwwwww, you're blushing, that's so cute. What was with the thumbs-up she just gave you?" I explain about how you basically had to threaten me to get me to talk to her, as I am a totally shy, pathetic loser around women, and she says, "Well I think you're doing just fine, why don't we go join your friends."
"You're sure you don't mind? I hate to think I travel 3000 miles to get the nerve to talk to someone and then spend the entire night forcing her hang out with a bunch of strangers. And by the way, my names Carl."
"I'm Sarah, nice to meet you Carl. And from what you've told me, I won't be the only one spending the entire night how'd you put it, 'hanging out with a bunch of strangers'. As a matter of fact, I will most likely have more to talk about with them than you do." We share a laugh as I lead her back down to the group and introduce her all around. She was right, and fits in perfectly, as if she's known these people all her life, while I am left listening in and talking mostly with you.
The time has come for us to head out and get our groove on, so I ask if she would like to join us at the club. Much to my delight, she slips her arm through mine and says she'd love to. So, we all settle up our tabs, grab our coats and walk down the street, laughing and talking and running and skipping, generally carrying on like crazy folk. We get to the club and we all hit the dance floor. I spend all my time dancing with you and Sarah. Sometimes just you, sometimes just Sarah, but usually the three of us together. As the alcohol hits us, we get a little freer in our dancing, our bodies rubbing against each other. My mind flies back to that afternoon, and the combination of the two of you so close, and the mental images I am conjuring up, is too much for me. I pull you both close and kiss you, first you and then Sarah. She doesn't pull back, but rather leans in tighter and kisses back, her hands rubbing my back. I take a little rest, and you and Sarah dance together. Sitting at the bar, sipping a drink, I watch as the two of you bob and sway to the beat of the music, two beautiful women, having a good time.
Before we know it, it's last call, time to call it a night. Surprisingly, I'm not at all tired. Guess that little nap did me a world of good. You suggest that we all head back to your place, as your man is working the overnight shift, and Hope is staying with your mum. Well, I know I'm going that way, and much to my pleasure, Sarah is game for 'hanging out' some more. We all have a laugh at her attempt at my Pittsburgh accent, and the three of us stumble our way back to your place.
I have no idea what to expect once we get there, but know that my mind is reeling with the possibilities. I have one arm around you and the other around Sarah as we walk down the street. She rests her head on my shoulder and snuggles in against the chill in the air. Being a gentleman, I slip my jacket off and drape it over her shoulders. You gently pinch me and smile. When I look your way, you whisper in my ear, "Nice touch, you're better at this than you thought."
