Behind the Nightclub - Sex Stories

Behind the Nightclub

... the imagination to conjure-up. I sucked at my fingers, relishing the flavour. I’d died and gone to heaven. Daniel’s reaction was one of delight encouraging me to take things further. He was mine, secured, at least for that night and I wanted all of him. I was burning inside; my loins ached with a longing for sexual gratification from the man I’d lusted after for the whole of my adult life. The time had come to take what I’d dreamed of, experience it, taste it, see if the reality lived up to the images I created when I stroked myself to climax every night. The real Daniel was in my arms, kissing me, running his hands over my primed body and rubbing his erection against my flesh. I had to have more. “We need some air,” I whispered, testing his reaction. “Good idea,” he agreed. Oh my goodness, was really it going to be that easy? Was I finally going to fuck Daniel? I couldn’t stop giggling as I took his hand and led him towards the exit where the unsmiling bouncers held the door open for us. Outside the nightclub, the intense summer heat was alleviated by a light breeze. The perspiration on my skin began to evaporate and my beer-soaked dress clung to me a little less as the air blew through it, drying it. “Okay, what exactly are we doing out here?” smirked Daniel. “What do you think?” He knew. I led him towards the side of the building carefully stepping around a man who was urinating on the pavement. I sidestepped the contents of his bladder which were spilling out over the ...

... tarmac in a rapidly spreading pool. The man took no notice and carried on peeing. Coaxing Daniel onwards, I guided him down a litter strewn alley that snaked around to the back of the nightclub. It led to a small courtyard, a beer garden in a former incarnation of the building which had once housed an Italian restaurant with award winning menu and al fresco dining. Now neglected and overgrown the yard was home to broken furniture, bottle bins and litter. It also got used as a toilet by the smell of it. The whole place stank of piss and there were a few suspicious damp patches on the cracked paving slabs just inside the rusty gate. Ignoring the mess and the acrid aroma I tiptoed inside dragging Daniel with me. The yard was secluded, sheltered and dark with no sign of security cameras. It was walled on three sides by a brick wall covered in plant life and on the fourth by the grimy pebble-dashed rear wall of the nightclub. The dreadful techno music thumped through the brickwork and voices could be heard through an open window above. Piss, beer and rotten food assaulted our nostrils, and I dreaded to think what we were standing on, but I didn’t care. Desire raging inside me, I pushed Daniel up against the vibrating wall of the nightclub and kissed him hard, penetrating his mouth with my tongue. My hand quickly returned to the inside of his trousers, grasping his rigid cock and stroking it firmly. I wanted sex and Daniel didn’t exactly object. His hands undid his trouser belt before ...