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Honey Trap

Honey Trap John had been out with his mates this evening but had become separated. He was out of his comfort zone in an area he didn’t know at all. John walked up and down a street locally known as Clubland, the road was approximately one mile long and every building was either a night club or fast food outlet. For an hour John had walked the length of the road which was full of colour, delicious smells, and wall to wall noise, but failed to find any trace of his friends. He decided to try in one of the clubs, if nothing else a drink would be very welcome and so entered a brightly coloured entrance, paid a £5 entry and moved into a room that seemed to bounce with bass music and approached the bar. John ordered and paid for his drink and found a place to have a good view point to give him a chance of hopefully catching sight of his friends. As he scanned the dance floor there was someone who caught his eye, it wasn’t one of his friends, and to be honest he soon forgot them. On the fringe of the dance area was a girl, well a woman really, OK so she was a bit tall and perhaps her hips were a bit on the slim size but from this distance and after the few beers he’d had over the past few hours she didn’t look too bad. Her breasts looked quite good, and as she was wearing a short dress he saw that her legs were certainly passable, he spent quite some time watching her as she swayed her hips in time to the music, every now and again sipping from her bottled drink. Maybe it was the ...

... alcohol, it probably was, but John was becoming quite engrossed by this lady and particularly enjoying the view of her long nylon cladded thighs. The woman reached into her handbag and whilst hunting for whatever she was searching for an item fell to the floor, as she reached down to retrieve the item, her knees bent as girls do, her short skirt rode a little higher showing a quick view of stocking top which excited John’s male hormones as stocking tops tend to do to red bl**ded males. The lady seemed to be very much on her own and having finally retrieved her purse from her handbag and headed towards the bar. John also moved towards the crowded drinks area and purposely positioned himself very near to the object of his present admiration. John was now within touching distance, he could now tell that she was older than he had originally thought but that seemed to excite him more and he stepped over to her. “Can I buy you a drink love?” John asked her, there was no response and he realised that she hadn’t heard him. Again he called to her with the same question but rather louder this time, she looked at him and smiled, “Yes please,” she replied and told him what she was drinking. He noticed that her voice was quite deep but if she’d been trying to talk to anyone in this noisy arena then that would be understandable. John got served and they retreated back to the area that the woman had previously occupied to watch the younger ones gyrating their bodies to the sound of the club ...