Her night out – Dirty Sex Tales

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Here’s a little something I wrote for a friend of mine a while ago – thought it would be nice to share with you guys

She heard the thump of the bass a hundred yards from the club, it had been a long time since she felt the pulse of music from a nightclub, she had grown up since her last real night out and her life these days did not allow for evenings in town drinking, dancing, or any other kind of youthful entertainment. This night she would not miss though, her favourite band from her youth was in town, old school rockers getting on in years, but still with enough about them to put on a decent show. She had bought her ticket weeks ago, but her husband had refused to come along, citing that he barely remembered the band and that he did not want to get drunk the night before a big meeting. She sighed at how they seemed to have grown staid so quickly, how they had settled into their married life so quickly, skipped the newlyweds’ period and gone straight through to middle-age.

At the door she handed over her ticket and got her hand stamped, walking into the club she cast her gaze around the place, there were a few people her age dotted around the place, standing like wallflowers, separate from the real throng, looking on at the younger crowd but not understanding why they were there. She observed the youngsters around her, all black t-shirts, baggy jeans and metal adornments in every piercing. She knew she looked good for her age, but seeing these children around her gave her more confidence, she knew she was a woman and not simply playing at being a grown up. She looked better than any girl she could see, she knew she had style, that the clothes she wore were not designed to impress but simply to show that she had style. Watching the crowd closer she realized that the boys were furtively looking at her, not their girlfriends, she knew then that these barely legal teenagers could not compete with her.

At the bar she bought a drink, smiling at the barman and effortlessly being served ahead of a sullen looking girl with her face shaded white and her lips painted black. After seeing the others her own age hugging the walls so conspicuously she moved towards the front of the crowd, edging towards the stage as the support act played through their set. They were good, just not heard of. The crowd showed their appreciation as far as it went, as the warm up left the stage, the crowd pressed forwards, cornering her by the speakers of the small nightclub. She stood on her toes to see the stage; she had a good view, but was enjoying the old familiar feeling of the press of the crowd, the heat of so many people crammed into one small space. She remembered how almost every Friday or Saturday night had once been like this; the excitement of seeing a band, being with so many like-minded people, the drink, the hazy sense of actually having an experience rather than life drifting by. She felt alive again, too long cooped up at home, or in a local restaurant, or at some friends house who were as dead on the inside as her and her husband had seemed the last few years.

The room was full now, the audience packed in like sardines, the lights were low now, the only illumination coming from the torches of the techs and roadies as they prowled the stage making their final checks. After a few minutes dry ice began to spill from the machines on stage, the air became greasy and thick. The dry ice mingled with tobacco and hash smoke, creating a hazy atmosphere as the band stepped on stage. The crowd roared, shouting and bellowing their approval and their expectancy, she joined in, her voice high-pitched shrieking for the band to begin.

They launched into the opening number, the crowd swayed and bounced to the tribal thud thud thud of the drums and the bass, she felt herself pressed against the back of the tall boy in front of her, the girl beside her waved her arms uncontrollably, flailing aimlessly, slapping her in the face and the side of the head unintentionally. She smiled, remembering again when this was an adventure she would take every weekend; drinking until she threw up, smoking until her throat ached, finding a boy, using him, then tossing him aside later in the evening. Finding happiness in her memories she danced with the rest of the crowd, feeling herself let control slip away from her as the heat of the room and the crush of bodies caused her to sweat, her already tight outfit clinging to her body, refusing to let her breathe, her skin sliding against the leather of her skirt, the cotton of her black top, and the fabric of her black stockings.

When the first number finished the crowd cheered and screamed their appreciation, as one every member of the audience pushed forwards, shoving her against the wall as they surged. She moved with them, losing herself in the heat and excitement of the gig. The band started playing their second number, the crowd stopped moving forwards and began to bounce and dance wildly again. Happier than she had been in a long time she danced with them, singing along to the song she remembered from ten years before.

She noticed it gently at first, something tracing its way along her buttocks. She ignored it thinking that it must just be the press of the crowd pushing someone against her. Then it became more deliberate, fingers dancing across her behind, circling and pinching her, feeling their way along through her tight leather skirt. Her eyes widened as she took in a sharp breath, she hadn’t expected anything like this, although as she thought back it should not have come as a surprise. In her younger days she would have gone home disappointed if she hadn’t been felt up in a club. She carried on dancing, enjoying the realization that she could still attract the attention of younger men.

A wicked thought struck her, smirking to herself she pushed back, pressing her backside against the boys hand, swishing it from side to side, enjoying his touch and feeling a familiar yet long unexperienced thrill coming upon her. At first the boy seemed to pull away from her, this only made her push harder against him, letting his hand touch her buttocks. He seemed to gain confidence, gripping her behind firmly and letting his hands work their way over her backside. She reached around and placed her hands on his, guiding them over her, letting them roam up and down the back of her thighs as the music seemed to become louder. She felt the bass coming through the floor, surging to her body through her feet, his hands worked her thighs, lifting her skirt a little and dragging his nails along the top of her stockings onto her bare skin.

She was breathing heavier now as his hands slid up her thighs and under her skirt, blushing as his fingers must have told him she was not wearing anything beneath her leather skirt. She felt his fingers snaking between her buttocks now, his nails dragging over her flesh as his fingers slid between her legs, finding the lips of her pussy and running along them slowly.

She gasped and leaned her head back, looking at the boy for the first time. He couldn’t have been more than seventeen years old, he had black hair hanging loosely down to his shoulders and a wispy beard adorning his chin. His eyes were dark green and vacant looking, perfect for what she wanted now she was hot and could feel herself beginning to get wet. She licks along his jaw line, feeling his finger dip inside her causing her to thrust forward her hips, grinding herself against his probing digit. Breathing quicker now she bit the boys jaw, dragging her teeth along his stubble, reaching down and slipping her hand down the front of his pants, feeling him long and hard, twitching at her touch yet eager to please. She took him in her grasp, moving her hand slowly up and down his shaft, feeling him pulsing there.

The boy responded by shoving his finger inside her, plunging it deep inside her now hot pussy, she couldn’t help but clench around him at his sudden invasion. Gripping his length harder she began to shuffle her hand faster down the front of his pants, stopping every now and then and squeezing his balls gently, feeling his hot breath panting against the back of her neck. His finger reached deeper into her, sliding in and out rapidly, her hips thrusting against him in response grinding her clit against the boy’s knuckles.

She came to her senses as the song finished, realising the crowd was still all around her, with no music playing for a moment they looked around. She managed to regain her composure; the boy had slid another finger inside her and worked them in and out of her now dripping pussy as the toyed with his cock. Removing herself from the boys pants she took him by the hand, conscious of the crowd whilst there was no music. She led him to the side of the room, to an alcove off to one side of the stage where she turned to face him and kissed him deeply, letting her tongue explore his mouth and flicker over his. Feeling him kiss her back eagerly she pulled him closer to her, pressing their bodies together as she ran her hands down the side of his body, letting him push her legs open and nudge himself closer to her.

The band played again, launching into a pulverising beat, driving the crowd insane, causing them to hurl each other around, the audience swaying as one like a sea of humanity. Pulling the boy as far as she could into the alcove she reached down and unzipped his pants. She pushed them down a little; they were now partially hidden from and totally ignored by the crowd, she plunged her hand inside the boys underpants and wrapped her fingers around his length again, tugging it harder now, feeling him react to her touch by stiffening more and moving closer to her, sliding his fingers along her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She wanted him badly now, her body ached to have him inside her, to feel him stretching her and to be able to ride him hard. She pushed his pants down further, jerking his cock faster now, pulling it out of his underpants and bringing him close to her, guiding him between her legs and teasing herself with his tip on her pussy lips. She felt his excitement building and eased herself down onto him, making him hold her up by the legs as she began to move up and down slowly, sighing as she felt him inside her. She draped her hands over his shoulders and pushed herself up, then let her arms go loose, plunging down onto the boys stiff length, feeling him drive it inside her roughly. She let out a cry as she stretched around him, tightening her muscles to clench herself around him as she lifted herself up again and plunged down.

Over and over she did this; the boy pounded his shaft into her each time, getting deeper and deeper with every thrust. The boy was young and energetic, but was not concerned with anything other than ramming himself into her, she wiggled her hips, pressing against him, grinding her clit against the buckle of his belt as she moved up and down, and pulling the boy inside her. She cried out loudly as he rammed himself inside, his buckle grinding against her swollen throbbing clit sending waves of joy through her entire body. She realised that a few people had noticed them now, the boy was oblivious his back to the crowd as he carried on thrusting his inches inside her, her ramming herself down on him as a half dozen or so people watched on grinning.

She could feel the boy reaching his climax, the old familiar feeling of his body tensing and his thrusting becoming more and more urgent told her he would not last much longer. One girls from the onlookers caught her attention, a young blonde no more than 16 was watching on, biting her lip and running her hands over her crotch. She grinned to herself, knowing that she was putting on a good show as she rose up higher than before, held the head of the boys cock in her tight pussy lips for a while before thrusting downwards onto him as hard as she could. She cried out again as she was stretched wider than ever, his cock hard and deep inside her. Watching the girl in the crowd she licked the boys neck, nipping at it with her teeth as he pumped away into her, she winked at the girl, smiling and holding eye contact as it became more obvious that the girl with her big blue eyes was becoming very excited too.

She moved her hips faster now, wanting to feel the boy come inside her, desperate for his hot release as her clit rubbed against his buckle, tightening her pussy around him and riding him faster and harder now. Pounding down on his thick length she felt herself tingling as she became hotter and wetter, feeling her slit tensing around him beyond her will as she felt wave after wave of pleasure surge through her body. Moments later her body was shuddering uncontrollably as she reached down and rubbed her clit furiously with her fingers, the boy was kissing her, exploring her mouth with his tongue though she barely noticed as stars appeared before her eyes. Biting down hard on his shoulder she felt the boy drive deep inside her, holding himself there before he exploded inside her. She could feel his hot come shooting deep inside her, his cock throbbing against her pussy walls as they tightened and loosened alternately around him.

Climbing off the boy she kissed him deeply, leaving him to pull up his pants as she pulled her skirt back down. Not once did she take her eyes off the girl who was now breathing quickly and heavily, she walked over to the girl, aware of several peoples’ eyes following her as she moved. She took the girls hand in hers, feeling it warm from her crotch and led her away through the crowd.

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