"Hey Chloe."
"Morning Laura. Hey, thanks for letting me crash here last night."
"Hey, don't worry about it. What are friends for? Want some coffee? There's some brewing now."
"You're a star, Laura. That'd be great. What time is it?"
"About eleven. You've been out like a light."
"What time did we get back here last night?"
"Don't you remember? About two thirty. We were in the club til it closed and then it took a while to get a cab. Or at least, I was in the club. I'm not sure where you were."
"I was around."
"Just around? With that guy you mean. What happened?"
"What guy?"
"Don't come fucking coy with me Laura. I saw you dancing with that guy. If you call it dancing. Then you disappeared, just to show up about ten minutes after the club closed with a big fucking grin on your face."
"So?"
"So, I want all the juicy details. I'd have loved some hot guy to have picked me up, rather than just come back here with you and finger myself to sleep."
"Oh, Laura. Don't be disgusting."
"Disgusting? Don't be such a prude. I was feeling horny as hell last night, all those hot guys. Then you take off with one, rubbing yourself up against him on the dance floor while I'm left all alone with my thoughts. Pretty fucking filthy thoughts, if I'm honest.
Of course I'm going to let off a little steam when I get home. I guess you didn't need to though. Which is what I want you to tell me about."
"Well, we kissed."
"Just kissed?"
"Well, I suppose not."
"Was it good."
"Umm, really good."
"Tell me more."
"You really want to know?"
"Every last detail. I want you to make me wet by the time you've finished."
"Oh Laura, you really are too much.
But yes, it was good. Really fucking sexy actually.
I liked the look of him as soon as I saw him. You were in the loos and I was hanging out by the side of the dance floor, sipping my drink and casually checking out the guys while you were gone.
He was over the other side of the club by the bar chatting to this other guy and something about him caught my eye. He was a little bit older, which I don't always like, and maybe not the best looking guy I've ever seen but he had a certain assurance about him I quite liked.
I was checking out all the guys so I didn't pay him too much attention but as I was looking over at him, he looked up and caught my eye. He had really blue eyes, startlingly blue. He saw me looking and just looked back at me. It was kind of intense.
I kind of smiled, a little nervous. Then he smiled back and the tension just broke. I gave him a proper smile this time.
And then he came over. He just stopped talking to the guy he was with and walked straight towards me. He didn't even break eye contact. That place was crowded but people just got out of his way and then he was standing right in front of me."
"Wow, that's like something out of one of those awful romance books we used to read."
"I know. It was so direct. It was amazing."
"Then he asked me to dance. I'm not even sure I said yes, I just found myself on the dance floor with him. And, fuck me, Laura, that guy could move. I mean when most guys ask you to dance they either shimmy around in front of you not touching or they push you around or try to grind up against you.
But this guy really knew what he was doing."
"This guy? Does this guy have a name?"
"Umm, yes. Only I don't know it. He never told me and I never asked."
"You fucking slut. Don't stop, though. You were telling me what an amazing dancer he was."
"Well yes. He had real rhythm. And he knew how to dance with a woman. At first it was a little awkward, feeling his hands on me."
"He went straight in and touched you."
"Yes, but not like that. He had his hands at my waist and at my shoulders. We were close but not like that, like dancing in the 1950s or something."
"Sounds pretty Sunday school."
"No, it was hot. Like he was being respectful or something but he was still in control. I danced with him, I let him guide me. It was like dancing with a real man for the first time in my life."
"Well when I finally caught up with you. You were thrusting your round little arse in that indecently short skirt right up into his groin. I'm not sure that was very 1950s."
"Well, it got a bit bump and grind later."
"Did he have a hard on? Don't blush tell me. He did, didn't he?"
"So fucking big. When I pushed up against him, I could feel it bulging out from his trouser legs. It felt really good. It made me feel, well it made me feel really fucking wet.
I wanted to jump him then and there to be honest. Just drop to me knees in the club and suck him off in front of everyone. I wanted that cock in my pussy so badly.
But anyway, he leaned in and suggested we get a drink. There was a real crush of people at the bar and it took a while to get anywhere near it. Somehow I ended up in front of him, perhaps he manoeuvred me that way
So there are people everywhere, pushing up against us on all sides. You can't talk, its too noisy. He's standing right behind me, he's pushed up hard against me. I guess from the crush of the people further back, I don't know.
But I can feel his body against me, his chest is against my back. I can feel his big fucking erection pressed against my arse cheeks. I want it so badly now, I lean back and press my arse against it, rubbing up against it. You could put it all down to the crush of people all around us, like neither of us is in control but you know that's not it.
I'm thinking of what it would be like to reach round and unbutton his fly. I wouldn't even need to do much, just peel my skirt up, hitch my knickers to one side and let him fuck me."
"Fuck me, Chloe, that's really fucking hot."
"Sorry, too much? You said you wanted the details."
"No, no, its good, carry on. I want to feel like I was there."
"You really are a dirty fucking bitch Laura."
"You fucking know it, Chloe. But look, carry on."
"So he's pressed up against me, when I feel his hand on my tummy, gently stroking me and before I know it, his hand has slipped down my skirt and inside my panties."
"Fucking hell."
"I know. We're in a public place, there are people everywhere and we're being constantly jostled and pushed about and this guy I haven't known more than half an hour and whose name I don't even know is fingering me.
Fucking hell, Laura it felt absolutely amazing. The best thing was that he didn't even rush it. There must have been a 20 minute wait to get to the bar so he just took his fucking time, sliding his fingers over my clit and in and out of me.
By the time we finally make it to the front, I still haven't come but I feel like I'm right on the edge of orgasm. I'm pressed up against the bar, the bar at my chest, with his fingers still inside my pussy when the bar man looks over and asks what I want.
I just look him in the eyes. I can't answer him. I can't speak, its all I can do not to moan like a fucking whore. He's a cute guy and he looks puzzled but also kind of curious. There's no fucking way he can know what's happening but he must be able to tell how fucking turned on I am.
I see a little fire rising in his eyes as I stare him full in the face unable to speak. For a brief moment I even fantasise about a threeway. Sucking off the barman while my guy fucks me from behind."