The packed city club is jumping, the sound of drum and bass pulsates around me, colourful lights flash rhythmically and your eyes follow me as I stalk seductively up to the fully stocked bar. My sequinned skirt glitters as my hips move in time to the dirty baseline, the semi-sheer black body I'm wearing is designed to allow the imagination to wander and my long legs are emphasised by slender stilettos and opaque, black, lace topped stockings. I shake out my shiny, brunette, waist length hair and check my reflection in the mirrored panels behind the precise arrangement of bottles.
I'm happy with the impression I've created tonight; my sexy green eyes are accentuated by feline, glittery, black eye shadow, fluttery lashes and thick kohl liner, my lips are natural and my cheeks carry a radiant flush; the kind you only get after an orgasm. My mind flits back to earlier today, your mouth on mine, your fingers trailing over my curves and your gorgeous cock filling my hot, little pussy. A smile passes over my lips as I recall the way you touched me...teased me...tempted me... I glance around, wondering if anyone can read my thoughts.
As if you've read my mind you appear silently next to me, we don't speak, instead you catch my eye in the mirror and I instantly feel my pulse quicken and my heart race. The connection between us is immediate and intense, it's hard not to turn and kiss you but I know that's not the way this game is to be played. So I look away coyly, I check my phone and then take a glace back to the mirror; you're not paying any attention to me. Dressed head to toe in varying shades of back and grey, you look like trouble. The battered leather jacket only adds to the dangerous bad boy image and I feel myself becoming inexplicably turned on.
Just at that moment, when I'm lost in a filthy fantasy, you turn back to the reflection and your smouldering blue eyes meet mine once more, this time you hold my gaze and I'm transfixed by the electricity between us, it's almost tangible, the chemistry is undeniable and I'm mesmerised by you all over again. Suddenly you break the spell and shatter the silence by asking if you can buy me a drink, I turn to face you, smile, and accept your offer. You order for me. You swiftly introduce yourself as Sam...it's not your real name, I know that...I give my name and you smile as I play my part perfectly. We begin to chat, it's easy and fun, we make up jobs, lives, holidays and friends. It's a thrill pretending that we don't know each other. We start to flirt, slowly and tentatively at first, until the familiar sexual tension builds between us.
You begin to touch me, almost accidentally, but as I respond you become more obvious in your intentions. We're sitting on two high leather bar stools and you slowly run your hand up my thigh as we talk, I lean in towards you as you lower your voice, drawing me in close. Your fingers slip under my skirt and inch upwards until you come across the lace tops of my stockings. A slow smile spreads over your face and your eyes twinkle irresistibly.
You kiss me, taking me by surprise, your free hand is around the back of my neck, pulling me to you urgently. Your fingers have crept higher and I part my thighs ever so slightly, I break the kiss, gasping audibly as your fingers find their way into my panties, you watch me intently as you slip two fingers into me, my pupils dilate and I moan softly as you stroke my pussy. You grin mischievously as you realise how much you're turning me on, my pussy is slippery within seconds and my nipples harden through my top. You stop...and I'm suddenly aware that two guys are watching us. They smile confidently as I look over and somehow I can't help but be a little excited by the fact that they know exactly what we've been doing.
We drink a little more, still keeping up the pretence, getting closer and more flirtatious as the night wears on. Eventually you pull me to you and tell me that it's time to leave, I agree and we get up to go. By the time we get outside the fresh air hits us and the warm evening envelops us, it's not late as we stroll out onto the street. You grab me, kissing me hard and I press myself up against you, I can feel your hard cock through your jeans and I squeeze it firmly. I can tell how turned on you are and it makes me feel uninhibited and deliciously sexy.
Before I know what's happening you guide me down a narrow alley next to the club, it's dark and badly lit but I feel safe with you, protected and excited. You take my hand and pull me into the shadows. You press me forcefully against the wall and I love the feeling of your weight pinning me to it. We kiss passionately, our tongues dance and intertwine, you grab a handful of my hair and I moan softly as you pinch my nipples. I'm so turned on and I know you are too. The outline of your dick is straining against your jeans, I begin to unzip you and you groan gruffly as my hand moves expertly over your cock.
