Fact or Fiction Friday

My kind of Friday. Me and my ex-flat-mates (there were four of us who shared when I first left uni) decided to meet up for cocktails and then a night of clubbing. I pushed off work a bit early so I could go home and tart up a bit. Now, it would be nice if I could NOT have spare bits, but since I do, I pulled on a pair of those Bridget Jones type hold you in knickers called Spanxs.

You know what it’s like. I knew the minute I succumbed that I would be bound to meet a hot guy. Not the ‘dating’ sort, but the kind you want to have fun and ‘PlayNaughty’ with!

We started off in Just St James. It’s a cool place. Not cheap for drinks but full of the sort of guys who might just pay for dinner (what a wicked thought). Though we were in full girly mode. We did chat to a couple of booted and suited who seemed keen enough, but in the end we decided to leave and move on for the evening.

I’m not entirely sure where we went next. A few bars in the Picadilly/Leicester square area. We ended up at Ruby Blues and found a booth to ourselves. There were a few guys hanging round the bar area and so Jo, my mate and I got up to dance.

I love that moment when you know you’ve pulled. When the guy sort of tries to dance with you even though you know they can’t dance and hate dancing. Am I a tease or what. Then, something a little slower comes on and they try to grab you…and you go back to dancing with your mate.

We ended up with a group of four girls and two blokes.

Jo and I went to the lav together and I muttered something about my spanxs. It was her idea honest…she told me to take them off. So I did…and stuffed them into my handbag. Knickerless and fancy free I went back to the dance floor. Wow…how horny did that make me feel. And when he felt my arse…I knew I was just dripping.

He leant over and whispered in my ear

‘Hot’

Nothing more…but I knew he knew.

He pushed me into one of the corner booths and pulled me onto him so I could have been fucking him there in public. My dress was up around my thighs, there must have been a fair expose of flesh…but, he was still dressed and so was I…and no actual penetration was taking place. The club staff were hovering. I know they chuck you out if they catch you making out in the club itself, but, what was going on was strictly legal (just)

I could feel his cock though, really, really hard inside his trousers. I wanted to make him cum so I rubbed myself back and forward on him, watching the look on his face. Eventually he dragged me out of the club and into a cab.

‘Not far babes’

My hand was inside his trousers, he was stiff and hot and I could feel the precum on the tip of his cock.

Well…I guess you can imagine the rest of what happened. I hope you don’t think I always do that sort of thing on a Friday night (sometimes it’s a whole load naughtier).