We were grinding on the dance floor of the club, moving our hips into each other to the hip hop music blasting, trying to focus on each other through the blinking lights in the dark.
His familiar hands ran up and down my body as I swayed against him, cupping my ass and fingers digging into my hips and waist, pulling me close to him. God, I loved this man so much.
Every once in awhile he would grab my hips and pull my ass against his front, and I could feel him getting harder with every song. Then he'd grind, and the large plug inside my ass would move, sending thrills of pleasure through me. I couldn't wait to get home and fuck him. When his hands reach under my short skirt to lightly trail along my ass, I had a thought. Why do I have to wait?
When we finally left the club, only a little drunk but still pretty clear-headed, he began walking us to the bus station, but as we passed the alley behind the club, I pulled him in without a word or even a true thought as to what I was doing.
I started kissing him, once again running my hands over his body like I've done hundreds of times before. The air was cold but we soon heated it up around us. He directed me further away from the street and put me against the wall, the shadows mostly hiding us from view.
The wall was cold against my bare skin, wearing only a tank-top and skirt, but it barely registered. His hand was up my skirt and in my panties in a second, the other pushing up my shirt and bra to let my breasts feel the cool air, my nipples hardening instantly.
He teased one; running his thumb over it, pinching it, and then pulling slightly, eliciting small gasps from me. My hands went up his shirt to feel his hot skin, pulling him closer to me.
