another night at the club 2.

..My heart was beating fast. I could feel his Adam's apple pressed against my sweaty skin, with pores the size of nostrils. Sweat dripped down my back, and I was pushed against the wall, with my right inner thigh in his tender grip. The air felt humid and I could hear people in the other stalls making noise. -We had to hurry.
I felt as if he already knew what he was doing. As if my body was a map, and he already knew where the hidden treasures were..oh, indeed he did. All I needed to do was follow, and let him take the lead. He must have skipped through the first steps in the 'Making Love' manual, and didn't bother even unbuttoning my blouse. It was a sexy deep red blouse, so I guess he didn't want to accidentally rip a button off. He skipped all the virginal "look at each other in the eyes and mentally prepare yourselves for love making" steps. As if he had been looking at me the whole night and drew all the bad things he wanted to do to me that night, in his mind. There was not that much space, but there was enough to make him sigh, and moan, and sigh and moan. I didn't do much, but it was enough for him. This was everything but virginal. We did not look each other in the eyes. We were not 16-years-old, we were just two mature, sexually active adults seeking for one night lust. No strings attached.
But I couldn't help but let my mind wonder to the beginning of the night, asking myself how did I end up here. The same bathroom stall, with the same "M♥S were here" writing on the wall. I remembered walking in the club alone, again. And hearing yet again Mr.Brown on the piano and the Smiths playing sax and exotic drums on stage. The smooth aboriginal rhythm had me walk across the room with my hand caressing my curves. Apparently it did the trick, because by the time I had walked to the bar, a dark and handsome honey started to observe my every move. From the way I sipped my cocktail, to the way I liked to slide the green olive back and forth between my slightly opened lips. Eventually he took his powerful, broad shoulders over to where I was sitting by the bar and said hi.
And then I ended up in a bathroom stall, breathing heavily on his neck as he found my lace underwear and let them drop on the floor. He lifted my hips higher against the wall with his strong arms, and pressed his pelvis against mine. Sigh. I was looking at the sealing. Sigh. My left hand was stroking his neck. Sigh. My pencil skirt was now up to my breasts. Sigh. I could even feel the blood streaming in his muscle. Sigh. His muscle moved back and forth inside of me. Sigh. My right arm squeezed his butt cheeks as he put more force into it. And it felt good...
When our moaning turned into gasping of air, he gave me the 70bucks and left.
Yet another night at the club.



-xoxo TheGirlWithCurls


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