Choice 4: Let's Go Somewhere Quiet
A Choose Your Own (Erotic) Adventure
You’ve chosen to be brave and see where things might go with Anna.
I’m proud of you. Let’s see what happens.
This is a continuation of my Choose Your Own (erotic) Adventure-type story. If you haven’t read the base story, go here.
If you haven’t read the story before this one, go here.
She smiles against my lips and a spark flares to life.
The rest of the people, music, and chaos around us disappear as the kiss deepens. My hands don’t know where to go at first; her hair, her ass, her tits. It all deserves my devotion.
Someone bumps us, breaking the spell and we laugh at the absurdity of it all, still wrapped around each other.
The guy from earlier has obviously been watching and he breaks through the mass of people. He comes around behind me like the big spoon.
Hesitant, I glance over at Anna. She shrugs and tips her chin at me.
Why does it have to be my decision?
My body still hums from the taste of her.
I don’t want this to end. If we don’t see where this goes I’m afraid it will all get chalked up to a silly night of drinking. An experiment. But I’ve wanted this for a long time.
I’m not willing to share her just yet, so I take her by the waist and usher her off the dancefloor.
Around the other side of the bar is a quieter spot with seating areas; a couch in the corner empty.
Leading her there, I turn her toward me and step in close. Walking her backwards until her calves hit the couch, she smiles, her gaze bouncing between my lips and my eyes.
Back and forth. Like she can’t decide which one she longs for most.
She sits; her hands sliding down the front of me as she goes.
God she’s beautiful.
She has an ethereal quality looking up at me through her lashes, biting her lip. The palms of her hands run down her thighs to her knees and back up again.
“Are you nervous, baby?” I coo, placing one knee on one side of her leg and the other on the opposite side, straddling her.
My already short skirt rises, no doubt revealing ass cheek to anyone that happens to look this way.
Her hands go to my hips and squeeze.
Brunette hair swings back and forth with a quick shake of the head.
“I’m not nervous,” she says, “I’m impatient.”
She shifts, raising her hips toward mine but I’m still hovering slightly, letting her know there’s room for a “no” or “we’re moving too fast.”
I see only passion and want.
Cupping the back of her head, I lean in for another kiss, pausing just before our lips meet as I slide myself down onto her lap.
Breaths mingling, I take in this moment—the hesitation that builds tension—and then we’re locked together.
Tongues touching and twirling.
Hands exploring.
Hips grinding.
Cool air floats across my ass as she pushes my skirt up more to squeeze.
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 the seam of her shorts, taking what I need.
In a breath, her mouth drops open with a smile, taking my bottom lip between her teeth.
Anna’s hands move to my tits, sliding under the thin halter top 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 wave 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.
She’s smiling at me.
Such a perfect smile.
That little dimple popping out on her left cheek.
“What now?” she asks.
“Now, we go to my place and see how many of those we can give each other.”
I climb off of her, legs wobbly. Between the alcohol, orgasm, and position I was sitting in, I’m surprised I can stand at all.
MAKE YOUR CHOICE: (If the next stories aren’t up yet, keep checking back)
CHOICE 7=Anna decides it’s moving way too fast so you each take separate Ubers home. THE END
CHOICE 8=Here we go! Anna’s phone is out with the Uber app opened, ready to keep the night going.
PAID SUB CHOICE 3=Why choose? You call the guy over and head out with him to his DD friend’s car.
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