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His name is Tyler. We have met a few times before at a local club (it was gay club, so Tyler is fully aware of what’s contained between my legs). Until now we have only ever met there by chance, when we happened to be there on the same night. I find him irresistible. He is a little over 6 ft tall with brown, slightly untamed hair that I just want to run my fingers through. He isn’t muscular by any means, but certainly looks after himself. He has piercing blue eyes and a little stubble around the cheeks and chin. In short, he is a guy I want to have inside me. He’s also funny. Mildly flirtatious but never in a sleazy way. The talks we tend to have are always interesting, with undertones of sexual tension oozing in the silences. I want him. And I can tell he wants me. Tonight is the first time we have agreed in advance to meet at the club. I’m wearing a tight white sleeveless top, which clings to my body. It’s low cut; not too low, but enough to leave unmistakable cleavage. An equally tight pencil skirt falls to just above the knees, accentuating my wide hips. My hair, which is dark brown, verging on black, cascades down my shoulders to the mid point of my back. My hope is that the tight skirt, combined with the tight shirt, will lead the night to places where more than just chit chat occurred. We sit at our own table. We usually stay near the bar area, but tonight is different. Rather than sit opposite him, I sit beside him, my body angled towards him as we talk. My legs are crossed and my feet occasionally rub against his leg. He thinks I don’t notice, but I catch him taking occasional glances down my top and at my legs. When I sit down, my skirt pulls up to beyond the half way point of my thighs, giving him all the viewing he wants… all the viewing he wants for now, at least. We share the rounds, alternating to go to the bar and pay. We have been here a few hours so we are both feeling a little merry. The club is full to the rafters, and the music is loud and deep, thumping its way around the room in low, rolling Magosa Escort tones. “So how come you didn’t ask me out before tonight?” Tyler asks. He speaks directly into my ear. His voice is like honey dripping from a spoon. The feel of his breath causes my own breath to shake. “I don’t know,” I reply, taking a sip of the crazy cocktail I have been bought. “Nervous, I guess!” He smiles at that, and lightly places his hand on the inside of my toned thigh. The touch is electric. It’s the first time he has laid a hand on my bare skin… and in such an erogenous area! He lightly traces his fingers down my leg, and caresses the back of my knee. I feel a pleasant ache in my groin. I try to swallow, but my mouth suddenly feels like its full of sand. I take a slightly larger sip of my cocktail. I haven’t been this jittery with a guy for a long time. It feels good. “To tell you the truth,” he says, squeezing my thigh now (there’s that ache again) . “I’m glad you asked. I’ve been thinking about asking you for along time, but never could!” We both laugh. Maybe a hint of nervous laughter from us both. The good kind of nervous though. The kind where you both know something is going to happen, and that’s its going to be amazing. Even if it’s just the one night, you know it will be something to scream about. I finish my drink, and Tyler finishes his. It’s my round and I begin to stand. “Same again?” I ask. But before I’m completely standing Tyler grabs my hand and pulls me back into my chair. He leans over to me. “We’ve drunk together before,” he says. “How about we dance a little?” Before I can answer he’s grabbed my hand and is leading me to the floor. What I like about this club, and why it’s one I keep coming back to, is that the music is good. It doesn’t play generic music, and certainly never plays the stereotypical ‘gay’ music. The music always has deep, rolling bass lines. It’s music you can almost feel. Music you can lose yourself in completely. I come to this place even if I have Kıbrıs Escort no intention of meeting someone. I come here to float. We reach the floor and lose ourselves in the throng of people. Tyler turns towards me and I move in close. I stand a little over 5’7, so my head comes to his chin. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my hands in his hair. It’s every bit as good as I imagined. I lean in close and breathe his scent. Sweaty and mildly perfumed with aftershave. I inhale a lung full of him, and slowly let it out. I press my body tight against his, and he presses his to mine. He bends forward until his mouth is at my ear, and lightly, so lightly, nibbles the top of it. I want to collapse into him already. I slowly start to move my body against his. My breasts squeeze up against his chest as we find the rhythm of the music. He works his hand down my back and grabs a hand full of my ass. He squeezes it hard, and then rubs his hand down my crack. I look up and kiss him. Kiss him hard and deep, my tongue practically exploding into his mouth. He doesn’t resist; he gives as good as he gets. We stand there; circling, moving, gyrating. Our tongues a writhing organism as we each try to burrow our way deeper inside. I’m practically in ecstasy. I never get this passionate whilst still on the dance floor. People squeezing me in from all sides tends to throw me out of that kind of mood. Tonight, the sweaty crush of a hundred people only adds to the excitement. That ache begins to throb. I feel it start to happen. As my hands claw down Tyler’s back and squeeze his ass, the tension in that throbbing ache has to go somewhere. I feel my cock begin to harden. My thong constricts it as it starts to grow. At first I try to stop it. I can’t get a hard-on in the middle of the dance floor! Then Tyler grabs my neck and pulls my face towards his even more forcefully; and I know I’m powerless to stop the inevitable. I let go of my inhibitions. Once I do, my cock only takes half a minute get fully Lefkoşa Escort erect. I can feel it, being squeezed by my thong and pushed upwards towards my belly. I feel a certain level of satisfaction when I feel the head break free of the top of my panties, exposing itself by about two centimetres. Tyler is initially unaware of my swollen cock. I push my hips into his and grind my cock into the top of his thigh. He certainly felt that! He breaks from our kiss and looks at me. His face is sweaty and his eyes are wild with desire. I slowly turn around, bouncing my body with the music until my back is to him. I don’t even try to conceal the bulge of my skirt where my cock has pushed it up. We’re in the middle of the dance floor, people all around us. No security will ever see it. And the rest of the dancers certainly wouldn’t mind. Hell, they may even enjoy it. This is exiting and new; I’m enjoying this a lot. I push my firm, round ass into Tyler’s crotch. I instantly feel the semi-erection he is currently battling with himself. I slowly start to rock my hips against him, grinding myself into his cock. I feel him harden slightly against me. Not fully erect, but that wouldn’t take long. I bend forward at the hips, and grind up and down in long strokes.  There it is, right against my ass… I can feel it growing. That ache in my groin feels as if its about to explode. I stand back up and lean myself into him. His cock is like iron against my ass. Its a good size, not too big. I rest the back of my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. His hands start to rub my stomach and up my torso. Along my ribs. As I raise my arms to hold the back of his head, his hands snake along my bare arms and back down my throat. He takes both my breasts in his hands and kneads them slowly. My cock… so hard! His hands work back down my body and work under the base of my top. He runs his hands over my bare stomach. I press my ass into his cock; he thrusts right back. He starts to move his hands down my skirt and lifts the hem. He runs his right hand up my inside thigh, slowly, starting at the knee. Not lightly this time, but with noticeable firmness. His hand crawls up me, painfully slow and deliberate. I’m aware that as his hand moves upwards; he is taking my skirt with it, exposing more and more of my thighs to the room.

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