Hello,
I appreciate it's been a long time since I last posted, but in return for your patience, this time you get a little more... as always, comments & feedback appreciated.
So, I thought that you lovely people would appreciate a little sexy story of something that happened to me recently; I was pretty turned on by it, and I hope you will be too...
One of my closest friends is a lovely bloke: kind, caring - he also happens to be pretty good looking as well, if you're into dark-haired, strong guys; he's not too tall (only 5'9) but he's got one of those body frames that would bulk out really well if he worked out. He's strong as well - lifting 50kgs isn't a problem for him. As well as being close, we compliment each other - people often presume we're dating; we're both dark featured but smiley people. If you happen to know any typical Welsh lads - that dark hair, the dark features - that's my friend, all over. I should probably also mention that he's gay; but he has been with women before.
We try and go out within a group at least once a week, and there are always three things that happen on nights out with our group of friends: banter, drinking, and dancing. The banter is usually pretty sexual; we're a close group, used to living in each others' pockets. Usually, the girls (there's only three of us) dress up pretty (in skirts or dresses, and heels), and the lads bring out their nice shirts, but pair them with jeans. We go to two or three pubs before hitting the town's nightclub, where we drink a little more, but we mostly dance.
Now, I'm the type of girl who loves dancing, and I'm lucky in the fact that I've got a group of friends who can be relied on to join me on the dance floor - this close friend of mine is one of the first to join, usually. One of the reasons I like dancing so much is because I feel very wanted - is there anything sexier or more powerful than pushing your arse back into a lad's crotch and feeling him get hard? Also, feeling that gets ME turned on, and so I rub a little more... you get the picture, I'm sure. For me, dancing is like foreplay.
So, this particular night, I was wearing a black vest top and an electric blue skater skirt that wasn't overly long, with little black ankle boots; I'm 5'5, so I didn't need the heels to be very high - he and I were almost exactly the same height that night. You guys know what I look like, apart from my face - and I'm not a person to wear a lot of makeup. I'm just your average girl, dark haired, with a dirty mind indeed.
The club was getting pretty crowded, which is normal for a Tuesday night; I was dancing over in our usual corner (the club is set somewhat like a rectangle sitting on top of a square, I'm in the top left corner of the rectangle - where the speakers are), on my own, but still having a good time. I see my friends waving to me and motioning that they're going to go outside for a smoke - I nod, and keep dancing.
The next minute, my friend appears next to me through the crush of bodies; I hug him and he laughs. We start dancing, and pretty soon I'm grinding on him; this is pretty usual for us - we've been known to kiss a little longer than is polite in public, grind hard while dancing, and every once in a while he'll cop a quick feel of my tits. I don't mind; the pair of us send each other links to porn sites when we get bored; there's no limits of our conversations.
His back is to the wall as I'm grinding on him; his hands are securely at my hips, pulling me closer to him; I can feel the music as a strange new heartbeat pulsing through him, and I can feel his cock through his jeans - he's rock hard. I've heard reports from people he's been with that he's got a "massive" cock - one friend estimated that it was all of 9 inches. Suddenly, his hand dips down from my hip, onto my skirt; he brushes his hand straight over my clit through the skirt and my underwear, and I give a little yelp and shiver against him. I can feel his chest vibrating with laughter, and without hesitating, he turns me to the wall so that he's pressing up against me, hard. His right hand sweeps down over the skirt again, and then further down, landing on my bare leg. He whips his hand up, between the folds of skirt, between my legs, and lands the base of his index finger directly on my clit and rubs hard. I'm wet, very wet, and very turned on, and goddamn, he knows it - I haven't yet met a man who doesn't know instinctively when he's got a willing woman in his arms - he continues rubbing, and I turn my head back to meet his mouth with mine.
As soon as we kiss, he takes his finger away from my clit, and pulls his hand up slightly to get down past the elastic of my knickers; his finger finds his mark and he pushes his finger into me without hesitation. I make a sound in his mouth that is halfway between a moan and a yelp; he bites my lip as his hand works faster - now, his thumb is on my clit, and his two middle fingers are up inside me. My hands are in front of me on the blue painted wall; I break away from his kiss and push my arse back against him harder; my forehead is on the wall and it's a good thing that the club is so busy, and that the music is so loud, because I'm moaning plenty loudly now. His left arm is securely anchoring my waist, making sure I can't go anywhere; his fingers are busy and my god, they feel amazing. I'm trying to push my body down even further to meet him, because I want more, I always want more - when you get me going, you can't turn me off, all I ever want is more, fuck me, yes.
I'm close, and he can feel it - just as I'm on the edge of orgasm, he pushes his fingers into me as far as they will go, and I come hard, throwing my head back to him; I'm entirely blind, I'm all sensation and nerve endings. As I'm coming back down, he presses my clit again with his thumb, and I come again, not so hard, but still hard enough to make me catch my breath.
He pulls his fingers out of me, his hand out of my knickers and away from me; I'm still panting even when he spins me to face him; I can hardly look at him because I'm nervous - this is the first time the line has been crossed, where does this leave us?
He kisses me, and lifts his hand to my mouth; I take the fingers which have so recently been within me in my mouth, and clean them, pretending they're a pair of tiny cocks. He looks entranced, and leans towards me to say:
"Well, you liked that, didn't you - you dirty whore."
I laugh at him and say, "Your dirty whore."
He gleams at me before his face falls, and he says, "Only when I'm drunk. Otherwise, we never speak of this, ever. And I'm still not going to fuck you."
"Liar," I say, but we laugh at each other and keep dancing; within moments the others have returned, and we don't speak of it, we're just normal, as we always are.
It's happened a couple times since - we haven't fucked, and I'm doubtful that we ever will, because he's pretty damn conflicted about how he feels, I think. We don't ever speak of it and we never do anything while sober; but who knows what will happen... Hope you guys all enjoyed the story and the pictures, I've got to go and wank for a little while now ;)
With love
Lilly xx
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