We were on the dance floor rubbing and touching, the sexual tension between us surging. I looked at him and saw my lust mirrored in his eyes.
My man Matt and I enjoy reading erotic stories together, so we decided to share an experience of our own.
We don’t live in the same town, so we rarely see each other. But one weekend while he was visiting, we decided to sample the town’s nightlife. We went to a couple of bars, and all the while I wanted to take his clothes off and have my way with him. After a few drinks we decided to go dancing, which only deepened my need.
I was already wet and aching to feel his hard, throbbing cock between my lips. I needed to taste him and feel him come as I made love to him with my tongue. Just thinking about it filled me with anticipation.
We were on the dance floor rubbing and touching, the sexual tension between us surging. As we danced, I looked at him and saw my lust mirrored
in his eyes. Scanning the room, we saw couches in a dimly lit area and made our way toward them.
I straddled Matt’s hips as he sat down. Thank God for short skirts! As he fondled my tits, I unzipped his pants, and eight inches of hard male flesh sprang forth into an eager pussy that ached to be fucked. I could feel myself starting to lose control with Matt thrusting inside my juicy honey hole, the rhythmic pulse of the music around us, and the exciting possibility of getting caught. I could feel my climax beginning as Matt thrust all the way into me. While he stimulated my clit with his thumb, I clenched and unclenched my cunt muscles around his pulsating cock. But it was the quick, hard thrusts that sent us both over the edge. It was an awesome fuck!
Just as we were regaining our composure and rearranging our clothes, the deejay came over and tapped Matt on the shoulder. He said, “Man, you guys need to cool it over here.” If only he knew.
– E.M., Montana
