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New York Night Club
By: Missy Kay (missyk00@yahoo.com)group oral sex stories
As I rose from the table in a trendy nightclub off Broadway, I’ll be right back.I’ll be waiting.’ I heard you mumble as you poured two more class of champagne.
As you sat, waited, and wondered what was taking so long you decided to find me. You found me alone in the ladies restroom just staring in to the mirror. It is my first time in New York and I am feeling like the country cousin from Mayberry. You made me feel special by taking me out to dinner to celebrate my first night here.
But when we got to the club I found out I did not have the New York nightclub look.
You asked, What’s the matter?
Don’t laugh. I said
I promise.
Well, when we got here I found out that I looked like Miss Mayberry does the big city.
I like the way you look. You said, being the sweet guy you are.
‘You do?’ I asked.
‘Yes, so all things considered, what do you want to do next. Your grin was a little to jolly for me and I wanted to wipe it right off your face. I was thinking that maybe an interlude in a public restroom…. And now was the perfect time I had you here and alone. And the champagne that you ordered gave just enough courage to do it.
As I moved in close and wound my arms around your neck, Ever make out in a women’s restroom before?
No, I haven’t Excitement flared in your eyes, but you grasped my arms as if to pull them away. And I don’t think it is a good idea.
Yes, you do. I murmured as I nestled against you, lifting my pelvis enough to settle against you were it would do the most damage. You want it and you know it.
Someone could come along and want in here at any time.
Your voice sounded tight as if you were holding on to your control with difficulty. But instead of pulling your hands from around your neck, you began a light caress and that was all the encouragement I need.
We will figure that out if it happens. Watching the heat build in those dreamy eyes of yours, I did not care if I looked like a hayseed anymore. I dare you to kiss me, I murmured as I guided your head down to my mouth. Your body was ready but your mind had not quite decided to follow yet.
We should leave, your voice, sound weak as your breath caressed my check.
We will in a minute, balanced on the balls of my feet, I slide upwards to meet you.
Along the way I noticed you had a great start on an erection; knowing that brought a great rush of moisture between my thighs. When your mouth was close enough I lapped and nipped at it playfully.
Mmm… You taste good. Like champagne. My heart was beating wildly at all of this. I was really going to do this.
Ummm.., This is_
Fun. I brush my lips against yours’ then run my tongue over your bottom lip after a playful nip. Naughty.
Crazy. Your breathing grew ragged.
Come on. I taunted breathlessly as I nibbled at your mouth. Kiss me back. I know you can.
With a groan of surrender you take the kiss I offered, delving deep into my mouth with your tongue. Need pulsed between us as I squirmed to get closer , wanting more. Yes, this had been an excellent idea. It was getting us both very, very hot.
Your grip on my arms tightened as you lifted your lips a fraction., Stop wiggling like that.
Make me, I rotated my pelvis against your bulge in your pants.
You sucked in another breath. Ummm….stop…..that….please….
I think you like it. I know what you longed for but you would never ask. But I might offer.
I tried to tug my arms out of your grasp. Turn me loose, feeling bolder by the minute.
Then stop.
I will. I raised my pelvis away and you loosened your grip. I slipped my arms free and smiled my most seductive smile. Oh, this will be a memory to last a life time.
You cleared your throat and adjusted the knot of your tie, but you kept looking at me, not looking away even for a second.
We should be going, but you put no force behind that suggestion.
You really don’t want to; your into this fantasy.
You swallowed but didn’t reply.
I say we go for broke, I said as I gazed into your eyes, flashing dark and hot with passion. I reached for the zipper on your pants. You covered my hand with yours. You know you want me to. I run my tongue over your lips. I’ll make you feel sooo good.
You shook your head, seemingly speechless.
Yes, let me. At last I read your surrender in your eyes, and as I tugged down your zipper and sank to my knees you did not stop me. My heart pounded with excitement as I freed you from your pants and navy cotton briefs.
You were thick and hard in my gasp, your smooth skin hot to the touch and pulsing with that heat. Silken hair tickled my hand as I cupped the weight of your balls and breathed in the musky, aroused scent.
Your moans of pleasure as I slid my hand up and down, thrilled me as mush as it pleased you. Then my tongue touched the tip and tasted a combination of salty sweet, like the rim of a margarita glass with the first sip. Your breathing grew ragged as I circled the base of your shaft with my fingers and drew me into your mouth, inch by glorious inch.
A delicious ache throbbed between my legs as I flicked my tongue to your underside and felt you tremble with anticipation. As much as I would love to make this last, we were bound to be interrupted any minute.
Hollowing my cheeks, I applied a gentle suction while caressing you with me tongue. You came in a rush, your choking cry of release muted as if you clenched your jaw against it.
I think we should get the manger. This shouldn’t be locked. Said a voice from the hall. Sitting back on my heels, I glanced upwards and your eyes were closed. Your breathing was struggled as I tucked you back in to your briefs and eased up the zipper over the still-substantial bulge. As footsteps receded down the hall you opened up your eyes.
We can slip out while they are getting a manger, I murmured, We had better get going.
You just nodded and took my arms and led me out through the club and hailed the first taxi.
