Imagine not being able to sit in the same room as him without an overwhelming feeling, need and desire to be in the sheets with him. Even certain words he uses drive me crazy, looking at his hands give me shivers and when he places his hand on the bottom of my back I have no idea how I remain in control of myself. Sometimes he denies me kisses, ‘last one’ he will say, playfully, jesting with me, fully unaware of how much that makes me want him, unaware of the fact that it makes it that little bit harder for me to sit next to him and continue the conversation with him when I can feel how wet he’s making me.

We where sat in a red plastic booth, in an undesirable nightclub, playing the worst music and full of people throwing around their vodka and inhibitions. We started off amazingly clean, chatting, dancing, laughing. Then we started to kiss, hot, fast and hard, my mouth open on his and my tongue inside his mouth, being nibbled and explored. Mid kiss I feel a hand slide up my inner thigh, I moaned in his mouth and parted my legs a little feeling his kisses become more intense. I flicker my eyes up to his and see exactly what he needs, me. Snapping back to reality and coming back to terms with our surroundings we agreed that neither of us wanted just a dance anymore, a hotel was booked and we left the comfort of the plastic red booth. Giggly and with his hand firmly placed on my butt we started to walk with his hand right at the bottom of my dress, inches away from my soaked panties. We talked a little and got brilliantly lost. His hands couldn’t stay put anymore and he found his way up my dress and played with my wetness a little, I’m guessing proud at the fact that he’d managed to soak my panties just by kissing me. Still playing and still lost, at this point I’m sure he can tell how much I want him, he slides a finger inside me, it felt so amazing, I wasn’t going to stop him, I didn’t care if a passerby saw or if my butt and his hand was on show to the entire street, I was getting desperate and it felt good to rock my hips against. After a little longer of being totally lost we found the hotel, stood at the reception desk we chatted to the man for a while, all the time he’s still playing with me under my dress, making me so stupidly wet with every stroke, I knew he was teasing but I also knew that it would change as soon as our room door shut. We found our room and got inside, his eyes flashed at me and he pushed me on to the bed, lifted up my dress, pulled my panties to one side and pushed his amazing throbbing cock inside me, I tried to sit up to take my dress of but he pushed me back to the bed, holding my shoulder down, telling me to shut up and lay down. My hips found the rhythm of his thrusts and soon we where fucking, fast, deep and hard, he had a handful of my hair in his hand, pinning my head to the bed as he pounded me, my back curving and my pussy getting wetter and wetter with every little thrust. At this point my mind goes blank and all I can think about is his cock and how it’s filling every little inch of my little hole. He pushes my knee down and his cock somehow goes even deeper making me lift my hips and practically beg for more…tbc .