Hi all just give you some back round on who I am before you read my story. My Name is Nicola. I'm 23 and I live in a small suburb outside quite a major city. This story happened when I had just turned 18. I look quite the same now as I did then. About 5'5 long brown hair and 34C-26-32.
Finally Friday had arrived. We had planned this weekend for months. A few of my friends and myself were going away for the weekend. We were going to the city. As we live so far outside it we don't get to have nights out in it, but this weekend would be different. Booked into a nice hotel and staying 2 nights we were going to make the most of it.
The weekend started with a bang. We got to the hotel and within 30mins all the girls were in the hotel bar laughing, joking and looking like god's greatest invention. (If I do say so myself). Started off on alcho-pops as normal. Stupid we were not. We knew how much we could drink and it wasn't the drink that had us singing, by the time we left the hotel.
The next stop! A disco bar just down the road. It would be a bit of a pub-crawl before we got to the nightclub. We hit at least 6 or 7 bars before arriving at one of the cities top spots. No real hassle getting through the door, just the usual groping and ogling that goes on with bouncers. (A little flirt and w wink of an eye never hurt anyone).
We were in and the place was jumping. I had a quick look around and there were some very fit guys and girls in this place, but we certainly competed with the best. It felt like 100 pairs of eyes were on us, as we walked to the bar. "6 zambookas please," flew out of sally's mouth and she knew we wouldn't refuse. Light, blow and swallow, our throats were on fire and it went straight to our heads.
The next port of call, the dancefloor! Dancing was something we knew we could do no matter how drunk we got. It always sobered us up because once we got on it we never wanted off. This placed played a mixture of songs from the 70's, 80's and 90's. It was a really happy place and everyone seemed in the good mood. I had a feeling the night would run and run and run
As we danced a few guys danced around us and we had a dance around a few guys. There was nothing strange or new about that, just getting a feel for the place. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw someone who looked familiar. Was it? Its couldn't be? Yes it was it was my Uncle Daniel. But no sooner had I seen him, he disappeared into the crowd. I ran after him but couldn't find him. By the time I had got back to the girls, Mairead was dancing with one guy, some other guy had his tongue down Sally's throat and the other 3 girls were entertaining themselves by teasing the lads around them.
While they occupied themselves I decided I needed to go to the toilet. On my way to the toilets I thought about Daniel. I never called him uncle. He was only 7 years older than I was, and we had always got on very well. But when my family moved from the city to were we live now Daniel and I kind of lost touch. He was about 6ft, with red hair and was huge into sports, so very athletic and fit. Our whole family is really and my grandparent's house is full of trophies and medals.
As usual the queue was huge. I'm no prude and decided I just go in the men's. So in I went and straight into the first free cubicle. As usual there were one or 2 other girls in there availing of this and the usual guys who'd give you a bit of shit for doing this, nothing out of the ordinary. On my way out I bumped right into this guy. Apologies followed, as I looked up at him, it was Daniel. And I found myself having to explain why I was coming out of the men's toilets. He just laughed and told me to wait right there until he came out.
A few minutes later he appeared with a smile on his face and gave me a big hug. Usual talk followed about how I was, why I was there and the fact that I had seen him earlier. That's when he said, " I have an idea. I won't tell my friends from work you are my niece and you don't tell the girls I am your uncle. If it so happened that we get talking to each other later I don't want anyone too uncomfortable to chat each other up." I thought it was a great idea. As we kissed each other on the cheek, I told him to go over to his friends and that we'd be over in a couple of minutes.
I went and pried the girls away from their fun and told them about these older guys I knew. They all seemed very excited by the idea and we made a beeline straight for the guys. Obviously I introduced Daniel first and he made the introductions. Daniel and myself drove the conversation for a while, as everyone got into the swing of things.
Everything moved very quickly and before I knew I was talking to Daniel. It was almost like we were drawn to each other in some way. I always felt safe and comfortable around him. We talked about everything from boys, the family, college and his job. Time seemed to go by so quickly talking to him. So, I decided to ask him to go dance.
Once on the dancefloor, I saw were I got my moves from. He was such a god dancer. Not flashy moves or anything like that. Just smooth and in time with the rhythm. Something a hell of a lot of guys just didn't seem to get the hang of. He was always a joker and even on the dancefloor he was joking around. Pulling me from this way and that, and doing silly dance moves.
Just then the slow sets kicked in. We had no hesitation and began dancing with one another. We were still giggling and laughing together but I just had to put my head on his chest and feel the safety he always brought to me. It felt so great just the way we were and for that moment I didn't want to be anywhere else. I had my hands around his waist hugged closer into him as he ran his hand down my back and the other through my hair.
I could also feel something begin to press against my upper leg and lower belly. Thoughts filled my mind. It couldn't be? Damien was getting a hard on? I was old enough to know guys couldn't control that so I just put in out of my mind. Although it did send a tingle up through me to know I had this effect on a guy. The songs began to pick up-tempo and soon some cool r'n'b, or bump and grind music as my friends like to call it, came on. I slowly began to grind my hips into his. All the time feeling his hard on grow against me and he began to pump back. My hands began to run over his chest, arms and hard stomach. His hands roamed al over my back and arms. I turned my back to him and pushed and rubbed my ass against his erection. I reached up behind me, as he caressed my hip and belly, and put my hand on his neck while I turned my head to face him. As our eyes met he planted a passionate kiss on my lips. I didn't pull away and just grind myself more against him. Alarm bells were ringing in my head just as he pulled away. We looked at each other astonished at what just happened.
He grabbed my hand and dragged me across the dancefloor to a quiet area of the club. We sat down and were silent for a moment or 2. He looked at me and said with as much shock in his voice as what was on his face,
"What the fuck did we just do?"
