You’ve chosen a more bold direction leaving Anna behind on the dancefloor. What kind of trouble do you think you’ll get into?
Haven’t read the base story? Go HERE first.
I look at the dance floor, and then to my best friend, Anna. I turn back to the handsome man asking me to go someplace quiet.
The alcohol makes it difficult to run through the pros and cons of each choice.
I smile at Anna, tilt my head to the side and mouth, “Sorry.”
She immediately waves me off, yelling, “Go! Have a great time! Don’t worry about me.”
For a split second I feel guilty, but she grabs the nearest body and starts grinding on it so I know she’ll have fun without me.
I can feel him move toward me, pressing in behind, so I spin around and face him.
This man… this stranger looks at me as though we’ve known each other our whole lives.
His eyes see through me and I feel naked; laid bare. Not only that, but his face tells the whole story: Eyebrows knitting together to make sure I’m cool with this, teeth biting his lip, ready to go.
But those eyes. I can’t look away.
He tilts his head and mouths, “OK?”
I nod, accepting his hand and he leads me to the other side of the bar.
It’s quieter here. Less crowded with couches and wing-back chairs. It’s amazing how the vibe on this side is more relaxed.
The guy pauses, seeming to try to choose between the sofa where we’d sit side-by-side or chairs surrounding a small table.
I take his hand and lead him to the sofa.
Standing in front of it, I draw him close, leading him until the back of his knees are against the edge. With my free hand, I draw a lazy circle on his chest with my finger then poke it into him, shoving him off balance. He flops down, looking up at me.
My hands run down my sides and find my hips, lifting my mini-skirt a tad, just enough to let me straddle his lap without pulling on the fabric.
I don’t care that my ass is probably hanging out and on display for everyone to see. I don’t care that I don’t even know this guy’s name. And I certainly don’t care that I’m going to take advantage of him in public.
Right now all I want is to devour him.
My inhibitions are down but I am fully in control; giving in to the need and hunger.
I take his wrists and put his hands on my tits. They squeeze immediately and I can feel his hips rise up, trying to get closer to his true goal.
My hair tickles my bare shoulders as I lean my head back and take a long, deep breath, enjoying every sensation.
As I open my eyes and look down at him, I settle myself into his lap. With one roll of my hips it’s clear that I’m lined up perfectly.
“Fuuck,” I groan, rolling my hips again.
One of his hands tucks under my halter top. A shiver runs over my body, hardening my nipple as he pinches it between his fingers. His other hand slides up my sternum and wraps around my neck. It doesn’t cut off my air, just exists to ground me.
But I crave more.
Leaning in provides that pressure on my airway I’m looking for but it also lines my clit up beautifully on the seam of his jeans.
My body thrums. That familiar fire igniting low in my core, throbbing and pulsing as it sparks and spreads.
Our eyes meet and the intensity I feel is reflected back to me in his expression.
We are totally locked in.
Two strangers with an insatiable desire and the willingness to act on it.
In a way the entire room disappears but in the back of my mind I’m even more turned on knowing it hasn’t.
People might be watching—they could be equally turned on by our display.
It’s also very possible that the club could kick us out for such an act and that knowledge is fuel.
I pull the tiny sliver of thong to the side and part myself, grinding into him, taking what I need.
His mouth drops open with a smile, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.
His hands move under my skirt, pushing it to my waist, to grip my hips while I chase that release.
It’s close now.
I clench and roll and grind, closing my eyes to shut out everything else, and in a flash of pleasure it floods my body.
Every part of me vibrates and spasms. A roll of delight coursing through my veins.
Slowly my breath evens out, the thundering of my heart slows, and the orgasm quiets, until I open my eyes.
He’s smiling at me.
Such a perfect smile.
There’s even a dimple.
“What now?” he asks.
MAKE YOUR CHOICE: (If the next stories aren’t up yet, keep checking back)
CHOICE 5=You pat him on the shoulder, climb off of him, straighten your skirt, and try to avoid onlookers as you go find Anna to tell her you’re headed home. THE END
CHOICE 6=His Turn! You grab his hand and take him somewhere quiet.
PAID SUB CHOICE 2=Why choose? You call Anna over and go somewhere quiet with both of them.
paid sub choice 2
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