Behind the Nightclub - Sex Stories

Behind the Nightclub

... wracked me. Almost simultaneously Daniel unleashed his own climax, ejaculating deep inside my soaking hole filling it with spunk. Groaning like an animal and still pumping hard he shuddered, grasping my buttocks as he filled my cunt with a second shot of cum. “Oh yes, urgh…yes that’s it,” he groaned as he thrust again before collapsing over my back. Daniel held on to me for support, his breathing shallow, his legs trembling. He remained embedded inside me and sighed contentedly as I contracted my cunt muscles around his still rigid cock squeezing out every last drop of cum. When he withdrew he did so slowly, running his hands tenderly over my buttocks and covering my shoulders with tiny kisses as he did so. When Daniel tuned me around the two of us melted into an embrace. We stood there, locked together, both of us breathless, both of us grinning from ear to ear. My Daniel was everything I’d imagined and more but our time was running out…I knew the words I was about to hear and sure enough he said them. “I have to go, I’m sorry. I have to get back inside. I’ll be missed.” “Just a little longer,” I pleaded. I wasn’t ready to let him go. Not so soon. He shook his head, “I can’t.” Untangling himself from my arms he stepped away. “I have to go. My friends are all in there and I’m, err…well the thing is I’m on a stag night.” “Stag night? Oh, whose?” I enquired. “Not yours I hope?” I added as a joke. As soon as I said it his jaw tightened. “Oh crap! Really?” Lowered his eyes ...

... guiltily he responded in a low whisper. “I’m getting married tomorrow.” “Oh dear God…er…I mean, um, congratulations?” Daniel’s sudden awkwardness said it all, “I didn’t mean this to…” he stammered. “Yeah, yeah I know. Well, you wouldn’t, would you?” I said waving my hands around in an attempt to look nonchalant. “My fault. I dragged you round here.” “You didn’t. I wanted this.” I shrugged, “Maybe.” Hiding my disappointment as best I could I pulled my dress back down and smoothed it out before combing my fingers through my hair. I couldn’t see my knickers anywhere and didn’t bother to look. It was best to leave them…and leave Daniel. “I’m sorry,” he muttered sliding his arms around me and holding me close. It was such a warm embrace, so tender, but he belonged to another. Why had I left it so long to tell him how I felt? If I hadn’t things might have been different. But as things were I had to accept that I’d had a one night stand, a damn good one, but a single moment of passion all the same. It would never be more and I should walk away whilst my dignity was still relatively intact. I watched him re-dress, smoothing out his clothes much as I’d done. “I should, you know, get back,” he repeated. “Yes, you should, but I’d like one more hug before you leave me, please?” I was determined to keep him a few moments longer. My dream shouldn’t end as abruptly as that. “Have to be quick,” he sighed. My face fell. That was not the response I’d wanted. “Oh no, not because of you, don’t think ...