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The warm, golden glow of the low-hanging lights casts an inviting shimmer across the darkened room, and the driving bass drowns out the sound of any chatter between the patrons.
We've been to this bar before — a few times actually. It's great for a drink, a dance, a little people watching. I take in my surroundings from where I perch next to my partner on a bar stool, swirling the straw in my cocktail and taking in the writhing bodies in the dim light.
The music wraps its dense arms around us — a sultry symphony of deep bass and intricate rhythm, its vibrations coursing through my veins, inviting me to move.
My fingers intertwine with my partner's as his gaze meets mine. Even after all these years, there is heat blazing in his eyes, and my stomach tightens under his stare.
I break first, glancing down with a small smile. I'll never get tired of this pull between us, this raw attraction, I think, as I look towards the far end of the bar.
That's when I see her.
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She leans against the bar as she accepts her drink, then laughs with her head thrown back at whatever the bartender has said, exposing the elegant curve of her neck.
Her hair cascades down her back in loose waves, and her skin seems to glow in the low light. I can't tear my eyes away from her fluid movements, graceful, mesmerising.
My partner notices my distraction and follows my gaze. I feel his grip tighten on my hand, and when I turn back to him, his eyes are dark with desire. I lean in close and whisper: "She's beautiful, isn't she?"
A shiver runs down my spine as he nods, the air between us growing thick. His thumb traces slow circles on the inside of my wrist and I bite my lip.
I look back to the woman just as she glances my way, our eyes locking across the room. A shudder runs through me, heat pooling between my thighs at the look that stretches taut between us. She holds my stare for longer than she should, her eyes dark and inviting, her deep red lips curling into a knowing smile.
My breath catches in my throat as she pushes away from the bar and begins to move towards us, her hips swaying with each step. The crowd seems to part for her, and I feel my partner's hand slide to my lower back, a possessive touch that sends sparks through me.
As the woman approaches, I can see the finer details of her appearance — the way her silky dress clings to her curves, the glint of a delicate gold necklace nestled in her cleavage, the flush on her cheeks. Her scent reaches me, an intoxicating blend of jasmine, honey and something seductive I can't put my finger on.
She smells of sex, of danger, and my p**sy is suddenly aching.
Abruptly she turns, slipping into the throng of pulsing bodies on the dance floor, disappearing into the writhing mass swaying in time with the music. Disappointment sweeps over me as I look back to my partner. But he squeezes my hand, steps off his stool and tugs me towards the heaving mass.
As we weave through the crowd, bodies swaying and moving against each other, I feel electricity jolt through the room. It's as if every breath, every touch, is charged.
The pulsing bass thrums through my body as we reach the centre of the crowd. His hands find my hips, pulling me close. I can feel the heat of his palms through the thin fabric of my dress.
Our bodies begin to move in time with each other, hips swaying to the music. The scent of his cologne mingles with the musk of his skin, utterly intoxicating. I inhale sharply as our bodies shift, sliding and grinding to the heavy beat.
The press of the crowd pushes us even closer and my breath catches as his thigh presses between my legs. The friction sends sparks of pleasure rippling through me.
I run my hands up his chest, feeling the solid planes of muscle beneath his shirt. He leans in, his breath ghosting across my neck, sending shockwaves down my spine. I arch into him, relishing the heat between us.
Then another pair of hands — smaller, gentler — eases onto my waist from behind, and the scent of honey and jasmine floods my senses. I feel her press her body against mine, the delicious heat where her breasts push into my back. Her p**sy grazes the curve of my ass as she sways to the beat.
I gasp, caught between the firm body in front of me and the soft curves behind. The thick bass and heavy drums pulse through us as we move together, a tangle of limbs and flushed skin. My head falls back against her shoulder as my partner's lips find my neck, trailing hot kisses down to my collarbone.
Her hands slide around to my stomach, fingertips teasing the edge of my underwear through my dress. I feel her warm breath on my ear as she leans in close.
I can't stop the shudder that runs through me; wouldn't want to. I turn my head, meeting her darkened gaze. This close, I can see flecks of gold in her deep brown eyes. Her red lips part slightly, an invitation I can't resist. I lean in, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.
Her lips are impossibly soft, tasting of whisky and cherries. She kisses me back hungrily, her tongue sliding against mine. I moan into her mouth, overwhelmed by sensation. My partner's hands tighten on my hips, pulling me more firmly against him. I can feel how hard he is through his jeans.
Her breath hitches as our tongues meet, and the way her body moulds to mine sends a jolt through me, hitting my core, where desire pools hot and heavy.
My partner's hand slides up my thigh, the fabric of my dress riding high on my leg. I feel his fingertips brush against my soaked panties, and I moan into her mouth.
Her hand slides lower, her fingers meeting his at my entrance, both slipping underneath the wet fabric. They each tease me, taking turns stroking my wet slit. Her mouth is still on mine; his lips and teeth on my neck, and I'm being devoured as he slips first one, then a second finger inside me, and she uses her hands to lazily circle my clit.
In the dark bar, the music drowns out my moans as their fingers go to work on my p**sy. The crowd around us are lost in their own movements and the music; nobody else has a clue what's going on. We're just another group swaying and grinding to the music.
The aching need pulsing between my legs threatens to consume me as she sweeps a finger around my clit, pressing, rubbing, pulling me towards the edge and then holding back when I start to get close. It's the most delicious torture and all I want is to fall to pieces, right here on the dance floor.
"Make me cum," I murmur against her lips, hoping she hears me over the thrum of the music.
Abruptly, she pulls away from our kiss, her lips swollen and shiny. Her eyes smoulder with lust as she shakes her head and grabs my hand, dragging me towards the back of the room, to the door underneath the glowing exit sign—
With a push, the three of us tumble into the alley behind the club, cool night air rushing over my flushed skin.
She pushes me up against the rough brick wall, her lips finding mine in a scorching kiss. I whimper into her mouth as her hands roam my body, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. She pinches my already hard and aching nipples, then slides her hands lower, grabbing at the hem of my dress and bunching it around my waist.
My breath catches as she drops to her knees on the damp pavement, her warm breath ghosting over my inner thighs. I feel exposed, vulnerable, as she draws my underwear down to my ankles, my p**sy on display in the cool night air.
My partner crowds close, his solid warmth pressing me further into the wall. His lips find my neck, sucking and nipping as his hands roam my body. I arch into him, gasping as his fingers now brush over my hardened nipples.
The woman's hands caress my thighs, spreading them wider as she settles between my legs. My heart pounds. She looks up at me through long lashes, her eyes dark with desire, before leaning in and running her tongue along my slit in one long, luxurious stroke.
I cry out at the sensation, my hips rolling involuntarily. Her tongue is velvety soft yet insistent as she explores every fold and crevice of my aching pussy. She laps at my entrance, dipping inside to taste me before dragging her tongue up to circle my throbbing clit.
She moans against me, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through my core. Her fingers dig into my thighs as she pulls me closer, burying her face in me. I groan at the jolt of pleasure, my hips bucking against her face.
My partner's hand comes up to cover my mouth gently, muffling my cries. His other hand guides mine to the bulge in his jeans. I fumble with his zipper, freeing his rock-hard c**k. Wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, I begin to stroke him slowly, feeling it pulse in my hand as the woman keeps working her magic between my thighs.
Her tongue flicks rapidly over my clit, sending jolts of electricity through me. I grip him tighter, pumping my fist in time with the movements of her tongue.
She slides two fingers inside me, deftly curling them to hit that perfect spot and oooooh — I cry out against my partner's palm, my legs trembling. Her mouth latches onto my clit, sucking hard as her fingers move inside me, dragging me over the edge.
My partner's breath is ragged in my ear as I work his shaft, and the woman between my legs moans, the vibrations rippling through my aching clit.
"Please," I gasp. "Please, I need to cum."
She laughs softly, never taking her mouth from my wet, swollen lips as she moves her fingers faster, harder, stroking in a steady rhythm while her tongue works my clit. This woman is about to drag an orgasm from me in the alley behind a bar, and damn if it isn't the hottest f**king thing I've ever experienced.
I feel the pressure building, the tension wound so tight, too tight, and I know I'm about to cum with this beautiful stranger's face between my legs. The thought of it is almost enough to send me over the edge and I push my free hand into her hair.
"Yes… Yes… I'm so close," I breathe, the words rasping and raw.
My hips buck wildly as her tongue moves faster, her fingers curling deeper. The pressure is a white-hot coil of tension deep inside as my partner pinches rolls my nipples, fire shooting through me. My thighs begin to tremble and the woman between my legs sucks my clit harder.
"Oh God, oh God," I chant breathlessly as as the first waves of my orgasm crash over me, dragging me into bliss as she continues working my p**sy with her mouth, her fingers.
Electricity rolls through me, pleasure radiating out from my core. My inner walls clench rhythmically around her fingers as she works me through wave after wave of pure pleasure.
I arch against the wall, my body shuddering as the orgasm pulses through me. The woman between my legs doesn't let up, her tongue and fingers working in tandem to draw out every last tremor. My thighs tremble as aftershocks ripple through me and I gasp for breath, the intensity finally beginning to subside.
I slump against the wall, liquid, panting. The cool brick at my back grounds me as I float in a haze. The woman stands slowly, a satisfied smirk playing on her glistening lips. She leans in, capturing my mouth in a deep, languid kiss. I taste myself on her tongue, as she gently pulls my dress back down from around my waist.
My partner's fingers trail down my neck as he watches us kiss. She pulls back, her eyes dark and hungry as they flick between us.
"Our place isn't far from here…" I say, voice low, husky.
She doesn't say a word, just smiles, her gaze full of lust.
I look to my partner, seeing my own desire mirrored in his eyes. He nods, a slow smile spreading across his face, and I turn back to her.
"Lead the way."
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