Dad And Sophie Part 8 - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 8

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So she took off her leather jacket and did the magic bra trick that I never tired of. She folded it up and stuffed it in her coat pocket, putting that back on but leaving it open. The driver was not concentrating on the road but more on the view in his mirror. Sophie also undid her zips on both sides to around halfway up. She looked pretty slutty now compared with what she was before.

The tops of her hold-ups were visible on the slits in the skirt as she wriggled in the seat. She then told me that Dad had shared his call details with her. So, I can kiss you in public tonight, and you now know it's all approved, were her words as we got out of the Uber. Sophie had filled me in about Giorgio's, where she and my father met—and had their first dance, kiss, and public grope. All of which was going to be replayed with me tonight.

I noticed a line of guys on one side when we got to the door. There were about a dozen of them, either standing singly or in a pair chatting. No women were waiting, as it seemed they got straight in. At least that's what happened to Sophie, although one of the bouncers called her by her married surname. The other one sort of nodded his head. As I tried to follow her, an arm went out to stop me and motion me to the queue.

At that point, Sophie turned back and told the bouncer I was Paul's son. Paul was my dad's name. The guy changed completely, ushering me inside. He did ask if I had a card with me, and when I showed him the black ...

... card, he swiped it on a reader. That activated something. We stopped to get drinks; the barman asked for the card, and as I handed it over, he smiled and nodded at the black card with the gold-lettered G on the font.

We took a few sips, and suddenly, I felt pretty young as several individuals came up to say hello to Sophie. There were men, women, and a few couples, and I was introduced as Paul's son to all. A few women raised eyebrows and asked Sophie if I was the one. I still didn't understand this, but Sophie nodded anyway. This took most of the first drink until Sophie heard a tune she liked and told me we were dancing.

We went past a circular staircase with a rope, a bouncer, and a few guys waiting to go down. We were staying upstairs tonight, so we threaded our way past them and the toilet doors into a suddenly dark space. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realised there were only couples on the dancefloor, apart from two small groups of women dancing together that we moved through at the front. There was no console. The DJ was downstairs.

The women were mostly dressed in black cocktail dresses, although they seemed to all show a fair bit of flesh. The sort of dress that would work at work if you had a jacket over it or didn't unbutton or unzip anything. Sophie grabbed me close in as there was little room to move around. The couples were mostly grinding on each other, not interested in the beat or cutting moves.

The groups of women were wriggling about ...