Behind the Nightclub - Sex Stories

Behind the Nightclub

... smiles lighting up his face Daniel held out his hand. Right then, I had a choice to make. Should I let my poor battered and bruised ego get the better of me, stagger to my feet unaided and run away as fast as I could? Or should I take the hand of the man I longed to be close to, laugh as hard as him and hope I’d made his night memorable? Which to choose? I decided on the latter and I’m so glad I did. I swallowed back my pride, took that hand in mine and just like that Daniel and I met, face to face, eye to eye, at last. “Don’t I…? Aren’t you…?” Daniel enquired, squinting at me. “Bess, and you’re…” “Da…” “I know who you are,” I breathed placing a finger on his lips. Forcing back all remaining traces of shyness, and thinking I couldn’t possibly humiliate myself any more than I already had, I unleashed my inner slut and threw myself at Daniel. I wrapped my arms tightly around his muscular neck as I kissed him full on the mouth. The poor boy didn’t know what had hit him! A beer-drenched wraith he only vaguely knew had him locked in a vice-like grip with her tongue shoved down his throat! He pushed me back, stunned by my forwardness, but thankfully his reaction was merely a reflex. Daniel wanted me as much as I wanted him and to my utmost relief, my advances were returned. My gorgeous Daniel’s hands found my neck and his lips met mine. A shudder of the deepest, most heart-felt contentment ran the full length of my body as I experienced the physical reality of Daniel’s passion for ...

... the first time; the warmth of him, his scent, the touch of his lips…all of it was real at last. I closed my eyes as his tongue probed inside my mouth and his wandering hands slid down my back and onto my pert backside. How I’d longed to feel those hands caress my body as I touched his… oooooh! The shameless whore within me reached for his groin and I was delighted by what I found. “Oh my God!” I gasped. “You’re fucking huge!” Daniel’s cock was massive and hard as nails. I’d done it! I’d finally got him…Daniel had a hard-on for me! I couldn’t believe my luck! I’d imagined Daniel’s erection every night for years but feeling it for myself, the heat of it, shape of it, how fucking big it was sent my mind into a pink haze. Easing out of my grasp, Daniel stopped kissing me and for a moment I feared I’d moved too fast. I hadn’t. “Wanna feel?” he asked with the cheekiest of grins. “Fuck yes!” With a smug look replacing the mischievousness Daniel took my hand and pushed it firmly down his trousers. My fingertips came into contact with his enormous hardened cock and closed around the thick shaft. I could feel the prominent veins throbbing beneath my touch and sticky pre-cum oozed from the tip. Looking Daniel straight in the eye I ran my fingers across his swollen cock-head, withdrew my hand from his trousers, and licked the sticky residue from my fingers. Ummm …he tasted so sweet. I could never have imagined how delicious. Dreams don’t have tastes or smells; they’re too difficult for ...