The Captive - Sex Stories

The Captive

In the nightclub the music thumps an incessant rhythm that the revelers on the dance floor move in perfect unison with it's deep hypnotic beat. At the centre of the throng you, Joni, dance as your beautiful long brown hair flinging around sexily by the constant bobbing of your head and shoulders with the music. But no one is watching your hair. The guys, both dancing and sitting at the bar area, are watching your chest perform seemingly on its own. The girls watch in envy and jealously as your breasts fight to escape the confines of your skimpy, shiny silver top. But you have no eyes for anyone else, but the woman you are dancing and flirting so outrageously with. Emma is a sexy blonde who is older than you. She is equally curvy, but you seem caught up in the moment and the music. Emma dances with her eyes squeezed tight and her hands roam the younger woman before her. Dirty dancing?....Oh yes! This is the night when you feel you could convince Emma to enter your bed to sample your sweet pussy. You let Emma's hands slide to your own side. Part of those movements include sliding her hand under your short skirt and fingering your pantiless crotch. You are a confirmed bisexual lady (with the emphasis definitely on 'sexual') that has had your share of men and womyn. However, you haven't been with a man in some time and are thinking that females only are your future, especially this hot blonde you are dancing with. A mutual friend had introduced you two just over a month ago ...

... and you both had really hit it off as friends. This is your third night out clubbing since and although you had not properly broached the subject you are sure Emma is as interested in you. As you dance, oblivious to everyone else, you feel sure that this would be the night...no doubt about it. As the dance track comes to a conclusion and before the next one fires up, you lean close and ask. "Em, do you want a drink, I'm parched." Emma nods enthusiastically, but never opens her eyes and already is swaying in time to the next song. Turning away from the dance floor and Emma, you start fighting your way through the mass of humanity between you and the bar. It is after one 'o clock already, but people are still pouring into the club. It takes ages to get to the bar and even longer to actually get served. When you finally turn back to the dance floor, Emma is nowhere to be seen. Holding the two bottles tightly you scan the packed area, but do not see any sign of her. Moving through the same throng, you are increasingly getting irritated by the jostling and hassle and wondering where she had got to. Once back at the dance floor it is evident she is no longer there. It is then that you catch a flash of movement to your right. Intuitively, you spin round to see a giggling Emma disappear off to your left. Annoyed now, you muscle your way toward where you had seen your friend disappearing. It is a struggle, but you make it to the side corridor in the club just in time to see Emma ...