A Move To England Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Move To England Part 1

... Who or what got you this excited?”

I looked her in the eyes. “Everything. You dancing with those girls, the men dancing together, Mark, his drawings, your panties. This entire experience.”

With that, Aoife was off and dancing again.

By the time last orders was rang, I was feeling at ease, enjoying the atmosphere. Across from us, two young lads were locked in a passionate embrace. I watched as they kissed and caressed. My hand slid down to my bulge and started rubbing. I watched as they French kissed. I felt my orgasm building. Really, I should stop, but the situation and desire drove me on. I came hard in Aoife’s panties. My mind instantly went to myself and Aoife, sharing the contents later.

Aisling came over with her arm around this woman’s waist. Both giggling. “Time to go. Where’s Aoife?”

There’s a thought. I was that engrossed in the two lads I’d lost sight of Aoife. The last time I saw her, she was slow dancing with a girl that looked like a boy. The bar was emptying now and still no sign of Aoife. Aisling had checked the toilets. A young man came up to Aisling and whispered into her ...

... ear.

Aisling said, “Call off the search party. We’ve found her.”

With that, she made for the doors. We got outside and there was Aoife, looking smug.

“Where have you been?” I asked.

With a sparkle in her eyes, she replied. “Making the most of this experience.”

Then added. “It may never happen again.”

She turned, giving the girl, who looked like a boy, a long kiss.

Mark interrupted. “I’m not coming home. I’m away to see Log.”

“Who’s Log?” I asked

Aisling replied. “Log is Mark’s friend with benefits.”

I knew what that meant.

Aisling added, “His real name is Darren.”

Mark waved us farewell while we waited for a taxi. The Taxi arrived. I got in the front. Aoife, Aisling, and her friend Sandra hopped in the back. It wasn’t long before we arrived home. Once inside, Aisling and Sandra went straight upstairs.

Aoife was looking at the drawings on the wall, studying them. Quietly, she said, “They’re beautiful,” then added, “If Mark wanted to draw me, would you mind?”

I looked into those eyes. “No, no, I wouldn’t mind.”

With that, Aoife took my hand, and we made our way to our room.