An Evening With Snow - Sex Stories

An Evening With Snow

... “How was your meal?” she asked softly. “It was good, thanks,” I responded, “How was yours?” We chit-chatted until we reached Murphy’s. She asked me what I thought about the city, and told me about her life there. She had moved there four years previously and had been working at Vanity Claire’s for the last year and a half. She was very upbeat and positive about the whole experience. She made me feel comfortable and welcome. I felt a rush of adrenaline walking through the street at night with her arm linked with mine, as though it was a familiar and habitual occurrence. --- Inside the club, it was very busy and noisy, as was to be expected on a Saturday night. We made our way over to the bar and ordered some drinks, then found the only free table. It was for four people, so we’d take turns at sitting or dancing. Snow and the gay guy headed toward the dance floor, along with one of the girls. Andre prodded my arm with his finger. “Go on mate,” he said, “I think she fancies you.” It felt so weird for Andre to be egging me on like that, but it was obvious that he was sincere. I squeezed through the crowd to the dance floor, finding my dinner partner’s dancing together near the edge. I joined in, not being very good at dancing but doing my best. The others had obviously had quite some practice. Snow smiled at me with her pearly white teeth and twinkling eyes. She seemed happy I’d joined them. We bopped for a while to some fast beats while I watched her gyrating. The other girl ...

... was pretty, but couldn’t hold a candle to Snow. I was mesmerized at how sexily Snow danced, still finding it hard to believe she was a tranny. The way she moved her hips was making me hard. After a while, the DJ switched to a slow dance. As naturally as could be, Snow moved in to me and put her arms around my shoulders. I took her by the waist and held her while we swayed slowly to the music. She looked up at me and smiled, then pushed her face into my chest. I looked around briefly and saw the other two from our party had left the dance floor. We were alone, except for hundreds of other unknown people dancing around us. But, we might as well have been alone. I felt connected to her. My cock was pounding in my pants and despite my efforts to hold back from Snow, she kept pushing into me with her tummy. I loved the touch of her petite body through the flimsy material of her dress, but at the same time, I knew that she must have been able to feel my cock pressing against her. This was confirmed just moments later when she whispered in my ear. “Someone seems happy,” she said teasingly. “Very happy,” I answered shyly. She clung to me while we danced a few minutes longer, continuing to rub her tummy gently and discretely against my bulge. She was driving me nuts with excitement. I could feel pre cum oozing from the tip of my shaft, and just a bit more of her rubbing would have made me blow my load. Luckily, she stopped when the DJ switched back to a faster tune. “Would you mind ...