Behind the Nightclub - Sex Stories

Behind the Nightclub

... tracks. The courage I’d mustered turned on its heel and fled leaving me stranded, glued to the spot and unable to complete my mission. I was the proverbial rabbit in the headlights, captivated by Daniel’s stare, unable to break free as his eyes bore down on me. The façade of sexy confidence I’d wanted to present melted in a pool of perspiration as my beloved Daniel was treated to the sight of me trembling before him, crimson cheeked, eyes wide with fear. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. Daniel’s eyes didn’t waver and to my surprise the smile on his lips grew wider. He cocked his head to one side, seemingly fascinated by the strange creature that stood before him, tomato red and quivering. “Right, get a grip…” I ordered myself. The situation was still salvageable. Inhaling deeply I straightened myself up, wiped the sweat from my brow and bravely threw Daniel the sexiest, sassiest smile I could manage. I held my breath as I awaited his reaction. As I watched with trepidation, Daniel’s eyes ran slowly over my body, drinking me in from head to toe before his gaze settled on my tits. Oh my goodness, he liked me! “Okay, so I have your attention,” I muttered through clenched teeth, “and yes my love, I do have great boobs!” I flashed Daniel another smile, thrust out my ample chest and swaggered purposefully towards him, hips swaying. “I can be seductive when I want to be quite the bomb,” I thought confidently. Of course slipping in a pool of spilt beer, flying high ...

... into the air and landing unceremoniously on my ass hadn’t been a part of my plan. I let out a piercing shriek as I fell and my flailing arms grabbed hold of anything to steady me. My left hand locked onto a table bringing it, and the drinks it had held, crashing down on top of me! You’ve never heard a noise quite like it. Even the techno music was drowned out by my mishap! Hands came to my aid and bar staff appeared from everywhere with dust pans, mops and buckets whilst I sat in the middle of the commotion assuring face after face that I was unharmed. First-aid was offered but I refused it. I seemed to be okay; nothing was broken. I was soaking wet of course, drenched in what smelt like a mixture of beer, whiskey and vomit. Other than that I’d escaped unscathed, physically at least. A voice cut through the mayhem, one I was familiar with. I’d heard it often enough from afar and dreamed about it nightly. “Are you alright?” It was such a seductive voice and at that moment it was full of concern, for me. I dared look up and my blue eyes met those stunning hazel irises of Daniel’s. “Erm…hi…” I began, stopping abruptly when my opening line was drowned out by the sound of raucous laughter. Daniel’s laughter - so much for concern! “Shit, sorry! I shouldn’t laugh,” he guffawed, “but that was quite spectacular!” Daniel’s face was creased with laughter lines and tears moistened his eyes. “Oh God,” he giggled, “you looked so funny! Let me help you up. Are you okay?” With the broadest of ...