I am sat among a group of women I don't really know, I have gone out with a friend and her work colleges, but they aren't really my kind of people, and my friend is on the other side of the table deep in conversation, and so I sit quietly and drink. I am lost in my own thoughts, wondering what my husband is doing at home, on his own, and I start to plot what I am going to do to him when I return home, alcohol always makes me really horny. A woman sits down next to me, younger than the others, about my age, she looks as bored as me and we strike up conversation. She is a student nurse, 24 years old, a year older than me, and has come out with her sister who works with my friend; we hit it off straight away, finding lots in common to talk about.
Later in the evening we move onto a club in the centre of town, there are about 8 of us now and we are all very drunk. As we stand in the cue waiting to go in, Sally links her arm with mind and stands really close to me saying she is cold. We snuggle up together out of the wind and I feel strangely comfortable with the close proximity of our bodies, her short dark hair smelt of coconut and reminded me of my summer holidays. When we finally got into the club I was shocked at how aroused I felt at the site of Sally removing her coat, she was wearing a low cut, button-through tight top, her breasts pressed against the fabric and I could clearly see the shape of her nipples through the fine fabric, standing hard and erect. My breath quickened as I realised she was leaning in towards me to whisper in my ear.
"I told you I was cold!" or a moment I thought I had miss heard her but as she pulled away there was a mischievous look in her eyes, I blushed and then gasped as she slid her hand inside my coat and stroked my own bud like nipple through my vest top, "I see you are pretty cold too." The action was over as quickly as it had begun and her hand was withdrawn, as we descended the stairs to the cloak room I wasn't even sure it had happened. As we moved towards the dance floor she grabbed my hand and pulled me onto it to dance, every time she touched me it was like an electric bolt through my body.
Towards the end of the night we joined the others in the main bar area, I sat in an oversized chair while Sally sat on the arm, we were both out of breath from all the dancing, and as we sat and talked to the others I felt Sally's hand at my neck. My hair is long and thick and her slim fingers gently snaked there way up my back across my shoulders and too that sensitive area in the nape of the neck, here her fingers gently stroked and rubbed making me feel even more aroused. I was starting to feel a little confused though, if a guy was doing this I would slap him, I am married after all. But with this woman doing it I felt really aroused and horny, even though until that moment I had never even had the slightest inkling of being attracted to a woman. I put it down to the drink and excused myself to go to the toilet.
Locked in the cubicle I relieve myself and take stock of the situation. I am married and not attracted to women, and yet just thinking about this woman is making me wet, it's the drink making you horney, I think to myself, and it isn't like she has done anything, really, it is just my horny mind making me think she wants more. I sort out my clothes and slide back the lock as I pull open the door Sally is stood the other side, she pushes the door open and steps inside forcing me backwards. I am too drunk to react quickly enough and before I know it we are locked in together. I look at her to see what is going to happen next, expecting her to sit on the loo and say something about being desperate, this wouldn't have been the first time I had shared a toilet cubical with a girlfriend, but no Sally had something all together more interesting in mind.
