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Losing controlYet another night out with my girlfriend, her already too drunk to speak sense, and me feeling bored.We were sat at a table with a few of her colleagues, chatting about everything and nothing. Then she walked up. Clear skin, shoulder length silky brown hair, a white dress that lead the eye to her gentle curves, her soft brown doe eyes and pretty lips. My eyes caught hers for a moment and I glanced away quickly in embarrassment, I had been checking her out shamelessly. I wasn’t very drunk, but clearly enough that my eyes were roaming beyond their normal control. She sat next to one of my girlfriend’s colleague and pecked him on the cheek. Taken, anyway. Like me, what am I thinking.An hour or two (and ten, ok twenty, glances in her direction) later, the two of us happen to be left alone at the table while people are smoking, buying drinks and dancing. After an uncomfortable silence, we introduced ourselves to each other as people whose partners are drunk are wont to do. We chat a little about what we do for a living and the weather, until the table regroups and we’re surrounded by others again. She’s fun to talk with, with a melodious voice and lips that mesmerize. I’m not normally the mental undressing type, but I just wish I could nudge her dress strap off her shoulder and run my fingers down her soft warm arm. I focus back to reality, and another half hour of time passes, my girlfriend is getting drunker and looks like she’s hitting on some guy, even though she’s probably not even trying to. Doe eyes is looking for attention from her man too, but he’s clearly too busy talking shop with another dude. I’m sure she just stared at me… but no, probably the lights. I excuse myself to the bathroom, and noone notices.On the way back to the table from the toilet, I pass doe eyes. Lucy, her name is Lucy, not doe eyes. And she… she definitely just checked me out. I glance over my shoulder after she passes, not checking her out, no way, and our eyes meet. She’s glancing over her shoulder, not checking me out too. She smiles, and I feel my face flush as my own mouth turns up at the corners in that uncontrollable flirty manner. I let my eyes linger half a second locked with hers, then continue back to the table. It’s just a fantasy, that’s all.I’m sat at the table, deep in thought about whatever came to mind – mostly beautiful the clear skin visible above Lucy’s breasts, when a warm hand touches my right arm. I turn, and it’s her. She motions me along the bench and I shuffle across to let her sit. Next to me. My stomach turns, and my mind fights back to control, of course she’s sitting there, it’s an empty space. I can feel her leg. Her arm just brushed mine as she reached for her drink. All just normal things, but electrifyingly intense after that flirty glance earlier.Then she puts her foot on mine. My heart skips a beat, my legs flood with blood. bursa escort Did she mean to do that… I glance at her, and she’s staring ahead not at me. Biting her lip. She’s biting her lip. It looks amazing. I’m a straight up guy, I’ve never been in this kind of situation before, what am I supposed to do. Nothing, right. I reach for my drink and our arms graze again, she moves hers out the way and for some reason I follow it slightly, making the contact slightly longer than natural. She looks at me, and I look ahead, pretending to be deep in conversation with the girl opposite. But I bite the side of my lip too. Not cool for a guy, maybe, but I want to send a message. No, I don’t. I want to get out of here, this is dangerous. I excuse myself, Lily stands, and I head to the bar to buy a drink. Thankfully she sits back down and doesn’t follow me, I don’t know how I’d react if I was alone with her right now.More time has passed, uneventfully. Again the table is looking sparse, and there’s only 3 left. As the guy with us goes to take a piss, it’s just the two of us. We’re sat opposite each other, and the silence at first isn’t uncomfortable this time, it’s… mesmerizing. I’m staring into her eyes, and she’s staring back. I want to tear this girl apart, right now. She breaks the silence. Asks me if I want to go smoke. I point out I don’t smoke and she apparently doesn’t either, most of the rest of the table are smoking right now, my girlfriend included. Her foot runs down my leg. She says we should probably go smoke, anyway. I nod, speechless. She stands, and walks toward the back of the club. It’s a Tuesday night and pretty empty, but the bass is thrumming on the dance floor anyway. I can still hear my heartbeat in my ears despite it. There are some booths, like high class restaurant wall holes at the back of the club, cast in shadow, and she slips onto the bench. We have a plain view of the dancefloor, but we’re practically invisible ourselves. She puts her hand on my knee, and I turn to her. Her face is stunningly beautiful, and I turn to her ear, to tell her we need to stop, right now, before this goes too far. I get half my words out before her hand reaches up to my cock and strokes it. My words turn into a nuzzle of her ear, the smell of her hair in my nose, the warmth of her neck on my chin. I kiss her earlobe gently, and her other hand comes up to my face. Now things have really gone too far.I put my hand on her thigh, and run my fingers up under her dress, her bare skin under my fingers. Up, my hand goes, and my lips are on hers, our eyes locked, she’s driving me crazy. She looks so innocent in white, but her eyes tell another story, they’re hungry. Mine are probably hungry too. I slide my hand between her thighs, and up, brushing her clitoris with the side of my hand through her pants. I wonder if they’re bursa escort bayan white too. She squeezes me tightly on the arm as I brush over her, and her eyes lose focus a little.I place my other hand on her shoulder and run it down, catching her dress strap as I go, and my earlier fantasy comes true. Her beautiful shoulder is exposed, and as I draw her strap downwards, more of her breast is viisble. I slide my hand under her arm and across her chest, then as I start to slide it down, I feel her warm fingers brush my cock. My penis is hard as a rock instantly, and I think my eyes probably lose focus too. She’s unbuttoned me and slipped her fingers inside, and she’s trying to pull me out. In a club. I kiss her lips, and her tongue enters my mouth, I respond. I’m losing control on a whole other level now, and my hand goes to her neck, holding it gently, firmly. She looks surprised, then she looks turned on. Really turned on. I squeeze a little harder and her body writhes gently, her leg slipping over mine. I release her neck and my hand slips into her dress, grabbing her breast and fingering her nipple.She pulls me out. In a club. I glance around, but no one is nearby and no one far away can see for the booth walls. While I’m glancing, she moves out the corner of my eye, and suddenly my cock in her mouth. I moan, leaning back on the wall behind me. She’s sucking the tip of my penis while sliding her hand up and down my shaft. I enjoy it, then I start to lose control even more, and I put my hands on her head, pushing her gently down. She strains back at first, then lets me push. I feel my cock push against the back of her throat, then she tips her head a little and suddenly I’m in her throat. She tilts her head to look at me, and there’s a tear in her eye. And a smile too. The smile makes me jerk, and she gags a little, then places her hand on me. She wants me to lie stillI lie there, getting closer and closer to cumming in her mouth. It’s all I want now. Everytime she rams me back into her throat and her body twitches, I get a little closer. But that’s hardly fair, so before I an’t stop, I grab her by the hair and pull her up. She looks at me curiously. I kiss her, and our tongues lock, then my hand is on her neck again, and she’s pinned against the wall. I release her to pull her panties down (they are white), and then spread her legs apart. I’ve never been excellent at giving head, but I’m not bad either. My tongue flicks through her clitoris and her body quivers under me. This is going to be easy.After 5 minutes, I feel her legs tighten on either side of my head, and my tongue drives deeper, pressing her hard clit, and flicks back and forth relentlessly. She’s quivering, and then she squeaks. I glance up with my eyes and she’s covering her mouth, shaking, her cheeks red and the area above her breast flush with escort bursa blood as her heart thrums. I relax, and let her calm a little before standing up to kiss her, her eyes intense, her breath ragged.She slithers down off the bench onto the floor, eyes level with my cock. It’s not so hard now, because giving head is hard work, but it’s still not relaxed. She rubs my tip across her lips, wet from her own juices and my kiss, and I’m raging hard again. Her eyes lock with mine as her lips part, and she starts to take me into her mouth again. I can’t stop staring, and she’s smiling, inviting me in. I’m practically on my knees myself, it feels so good, looks so good. I pull her up by the neck again – she loves it. I push her back onto the bench and I’m about to enter her when she puts a finger to my lips. She’s shaking her head, thank god she’s still got a brain. I don’t have a condom though, and neither does she. She slips back down onto the floor. I thrust into her throat in frustration, she gags. She looks up at me. Is that… her eyes… is she inviting me to do it again? I try. She was. Her eyes water, and I put my hands behind her head, fucking her throat like it was her pussy. My fingers knot into her hair, it’s looking a bit scruffier now. Looking hot. She looks hot. My penis is pulsing, I can’t keep this up much longer. She runs her teeth gently over my head. Her tongue flicks over my glans. Her eyes never leave mine. I can’t control it any longer, and I press forward one last time. She gags, and I start to come. She looks startled, and pulls back, her hand around my shaft. I’m not done yet though, and I spray a strand of cum across her cheek and ear, and into her hair. She closes her eyes quickly, and just in time, as a second burst lands right across them. I’m done with the fountain, but not over yet, as the last few strands drip onto her chin and down her chest. She sucks the last few drops into her mouth. She looks amazing. Sticky, but amazing.Then she starts to clean up, eating the cum off her own face. I stare, lost in the moment. She looks up at me, and asks if I have any paper. I don’t, so I make myself proper and go to get some. When I get back she’s sat on the bench fingering herself with the shine of the cum still on her face. Wow. I wipe her face, and then help her to orgasm again. The night is going on, we must have been gone half an hour now.I ask if we should go back, and she nods. Then kisses me again. I can taste her, me, us. It’s amazing.Back at the table, coming back separately to avoid suspicion, she’s sat next to her dope of a boyfriend again. Her hair is still a mess, but she’s probably explained she scruffled it in the bathroom or something. I don’t know. Our eyes meet repeatedly. Amazing. My girlfriend looks like she’s about to pass out, so I excuse us and make our farewells. Lucy’s farewell is the best, because it involved her tongue trying to reach my throat in the bathroom, and me choking her gently against the stall wall and fingering her wet slit, but it’s still a farewell. I sleep well, but when I wake up the next morning, I have to go to the bathroom right away to… deal with my memories. What a night.
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