Glitter - Sex Stories

Glitter

... trembled visibly, my eyes closing from the sheer pleasure of being enjoyed. Her hand trailed up my arm to my shoulder almost idly and I had to stifle a moan. How could I want so quickly again? My hands were very clean, and I turned off the tap, then reached for a paper napkin from the dispenser and dried them off. The trembling increased as the little pixie of a blonde moved behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, her eyes just visible over my shoulder in the mirror. I met and held them, gasping softly as her hands caressed my abdomen, down to just above my Mons, up to just below my tingling tits. She whispered, “I wanna see that again. Only from the front next time.” I moaned, my hips undulating with growing need. She chuckled. “Mmm. You're such a needy little bitch, aren't you? God, I'm gonna enjoy you.” I was panting, entirely at her mercy. How she'd ensnared me in less than five minutes, I hadn't a clue. All I knew was that I wanted to be hers. She smiled, the action crinkling her glittering blue eyes. “Come on, pet. Let's go dance. I want you a needy, aching, begging mess before I take you home and fuck you senseless.” I nodded at her in the mirror, then felt her small, delicate hand slip into mine. In a cloudy haze of chemicals and endorphins, I followed my beautiful little fairy back out to the fray, losing myself in the thumping rhythms and the slick, sexy mass of the club. Nirvana, indeed.