Just a Quick One - Sex Stories

Just a Quick One

... to me. I strolled over to him. “Can I tell you something?” he asked. “Yeah sure!” I was intrigued by him. “In private?” “Well, I can’t right now, can I? I’m working!” I shouted playfully. “Ah, okay. Well If I stick around until it gets a little bit quieter, can I tell you something in private then?” “I doubt it’ll get quiet all night, hun!” I said. He looked at me with a slight smile.“Okay, I’ll wait. Can I get a Jack and Coke please?” “…Okay” I said walking over to the pump to get his drink. I looked back over at him and he sat leaning on the bar still smiling. I took him the drink and got on with my work. I served for a while and then was back out again collecting glasses that people had been leaving out around the dance floors and knocked over on empty tables. An hour had passed and he was still there, watching me. He was persistent, I could give him that. Another half hour went buy of me mostly serving drinks at the bar, which was still heaving with people. After a wave had dissipated, I looked over and there he was, standing where he had been at the start of the night; leaning on the bar with his drink. “Hey!” he shouted through the noise of the club. “Just a quick word?” I hesitated for a sight moment. “Okay… Just a quick one!” He smiled as I stepped out from behind the bar. Turning to Jess behind me, I shouted to her, “I won’t be a minute!” “No worries!” she said sticking her thumb up at me as I carried on with him. He led me through the people and up the stairs to ...

... the second dance floor. This area was usually quieter than the rest of the place and tonight was no exception. Through the back of this floor was another set of bathrooms, we carried on walking towards them. I couldn’t help but wonder what was so important that he needed to take me all the way up here just to tell me. Past the bathrooms we stood by the emergency fire escape which led down a set of steel steps and into the back alley. “Go on then… what’s so important?” I said with an expectant grin. “Is this fire door alarmed?” he asked. I knew it wasn’t. “Why?” I asked. “Is it or not?” I laughed. “Oh, forget it, if you’re not going to tell me,” I said, about to turn back round. “Hey, hey, hey, come on!” he said trying to get me to stay. “You tell me if it’s alarmed and I’ll tell you my thing.” I took a breath and exhaled, “No. It’s not alarmed, now what is it?” With that he held my arm, pushed the door wide open and dragged me outside with him. “What are you doing?!” I shouted. The door slammed shut behind us. He held me up against the wall and got close to my face. “I wanted to tell you how fucking beautiful you are.” He held my shoulders and caressed my neck with his mouth. His hands began to quickly wander around my back as if searching for my bra strap. “Oh. God!” I exclaimed, taken back by what was happening. It was such a massive shock that I could barely recognise what was going on, all I knew is that his kisses were amazing and my neck began to shiver with pleasure. ...