Clubbing - Sex Stories

Clubbing

I hadn’t been clubbing for years and my heels were really making my feet ache, I was chastising myself for choosing them, but I do like the glances I get when I wear them, so I thought why not. The same reasoning had gone into my choice of outfit. A had chosen a plain little black dress, again not the most sensible for a night out in October. But I may as well get some reward from all the time spent at the Health club. We had been at the club for about an hour and a half, four of us from the office had thought it would be fun. My thirty something feet were clearly not as comfortable at this as my twenty something friends. I was leaning on the hand rail of the dimly lit balcony overlooking the crowded dance floor. I could see my friends enjoying the company of some guys that had hit on us just after we arrived. I had gone upstairs to get away from the heaving bodies and the intense music. I like to people watch, and as I was soaking in the atmosphere, just watching. I could feel the glasses of wine from earlier working its miracle on tense muscles, I was starting to relax. It was then that I saw him. Tall, well-built, and a wonderful smile. He wore a dark suit and looked to be in his early 40’s. He was on the edge of the dance floor talking to a brunette; she was undressing him with her eyes whenever he glanced away. But you could tell he was not looking at her with the same intentions. Everything about him exuded power, it was quite a turn on. I was shocked when I altered ...

... my stance, to ease my aching feet to feel how wet I had become. It had been a while since that had happened. I was suddenly very conscious of the length of my dress, it barely covered my bum and I furtively tugged at the hem to gain an extra half inch of concealment. He glanced up toward the balcony, and our eyes met. Shit was he good looking. His gaze lingered and I unconsciously smiled down at him, just as he started to return the smile, the Brunnette caught his attention and the moment was gone. I glanced back to my friends wishing that they could see this wonderful figure of a man. But they were oblivious, gyrating to Lady GaGa. I looked back toward the dark suit and he was gone. But no! How can this be! I was cursing under my breath. Why did I take my eyes of him, even if it was just for a second. My eyes scouring the dimly lit faces, then I caught sight of him, phew, he was crossing the dance floor, glancing up towards me. I smiled and he smiled back. I felt my face redden, and suddenly my thighs felt as though they were on fire. Where was he going with such purpose? Then I realised he was moving towards the staircase up to the balcony. The balcony I was standing on. What should I do? My heart was racing now and before I could do anything, I felt his strong hands on my waist, and his lips nuzzle the back of my neck. My hands gripped the railing such that my knuckles turned white. I should have turned and pushed him away, I should at least have said something but I did ...