Intoxicated
Perhaps I’d had a little too much to drink tonight. I’d found myself in that drunken haze of horniness. Rob and I were in a booth on our own whilst our friends were either at the bar or on the dance floor of the club we were in.
Luckily, the lighting was low and we were fairly secluded. I was sat straddling in Robs lap facing him, grinding against him, giving him a lap dance he could have only dreamed about before. I stood up before him and turned my back to him, sitting in his lap once again. Arching my back with my head on his shoulder looking up at him.
He ran his fingers from my neck, over my nipples which were poking through the thin material of my top, down my stomach and sneakily unbuttoning my jeans and finding their way inside. He didn’t care who was watching or if his friends were about to come back and quite frankly neither did I. His fingers reached further inside finding my throbbing clit. He tapped it playfully, rubbing it in circles as a moan escaped my mouth. He pushed his hand further in to my jeans and between my legs. His fingers were against my pussy hole and I knew just how wet I was already.
I started to rise my hips against his fingers desperate for him to fuck me with them. He began kissing my neck, and ear lobe – he knows how much that drives me wild – as his fingers continue to tease over my opening. He removed his hand from my jeans and tapped my bum telling me to get up. I buttoned my jeans up as he stood up and looked at me, he leaned in and whispered “Your place or mine?”
After all, Saturday nights are for having a few drinks, having fun with your friends and being very naughty indeed.