We met in a seedy online chat forum for bored & sexy Londoners, or people who visited often. I slowly worked out who was actually in town often or lived there, and who might be someone worth meeting up with.
I can’t even remember his name. But he had a sharp tongue which did it for me in the group chat. A mass meet up was arranged in a central London bar, and we got on well. Not too well, not friendly. An edge of sexual tension. We danced a little and made plans to meet up just us two.
A week later we met up late one Friday at a sweaty dancing bar in our area. I wore short boots, a shorter dress, red lacy thong and no tights. He arrived looking casual and just right for a night of slutty fun. And when we danced again, he pressed his tight thigh into my thinly covered groin.
Fuccccckkkkkkk yeah.
The dancefloor was packed and people were drunk. Not us, we had other plans. I thought we were going to make out a bit and head to his for the sex. He had other ideas.
After grinding into my wet pussy he reached down and gently reached up my dress and straight for my knickers. Right there on the dancefloor, bodies all around us. My inner panic at being caught was soothed by the sheer lust of being touched up so openly, so blatantly. I know I was already dripping.
He pulled my knickers gently aside and started stroking my outer lips. My body gave in. I tried to make it look like we were just dancing while his fingers found my clit and gave her a good time. I moaned into his neck, dizzy with pleasure. Yes, I needed this.
I’m not sure how long we lasted inside- we didn’t get caught. The urge for harder touches became too great and we left the bar to find a taxi. The fresh air landed like a punch and desire overcame me again. I had no ability to think straight, a sopping wet mess of want.
He took me down the dirty market street and found a nook to shelter in. Reached down to feel me once more and I melted into his firm hand, this time pushing inside me with a deft experience of the man who has fingered so many cunts before. He pushed and flicked, and I moaned so hard he asked me if I was ok. He made me cum in the open air of a London street and I felt alive.
This was the best part of our hook ups- the bedroom sex dulled in comparison. Long live outdoor fucking!
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