Faraway Club Pt 3 ~ A lesbian sex story from sex story sites.

It was a message he received very well it seemed. Soon he was even closer to her, unabashedly rubbing himself against her, his hands now straying down onto her ass, giving it quick squeezes, even dipping down to the back of her thighs on occasion and stroking the skin there. She began to get turned on, feeling the familiar dampness in her panties, and she knew that if he asked her to go back to his room with him she would say yes. But he didn't ask. He simply kept dancing with her, kept rubbing his body on hers, and kept buying her fresh Long Islands every third or fourth dance. All of this was fine with her, however. She was getting both drunk and horny and her prospects of having the latter condition taken care of for her at some point during the night seemed assured.

It was during a slow dance that things really started to heat up between them. They held each other closely as they swayed slowly, sensuously to the soft rhythm. He held his face close to hers and she could feel his breath on her ears. His chest he kept firmly pressed against her breasts. His crotch he pushed slowly, purposefully into her stomach. There was absolutely no mistaking the feel of a turgid cock beneath those pants.

"You're a very sexy woman," he whispered softly into her ear.

"Thank you," she said coyly, cooing a little as his hands slid over her ass and onto the back of her thighs once more. She let her own hands drop down to his ass, touching it for the first time. It was a nice one, firm beneath her fingers, as if he regularly worked out. "You're kinda sexy yourself."

"Just kind of?" he asked playfully, giving another little grind against her.

"Okay," she amended. "Very sexy."

"Mmmm," he said. "That's nice to know." His lips slid down just a little and touched her skin just below her ear, planting a light kiss there. She felt the tip of his tongue reach out just for a second and then withdraw, leaving a small wet spot. The touch was electric, sending tingles through her.

"I just love the way you dance," she sighed, giving his ass one more squeeze and then moving her hands up to his back again, so she could pull him tighter against her.

"Do you?" he asked. "Do you like the feel of my hard cock pushing into you?"

"Oooh," she cooed, "you're talking dirty to me. And on such short notice too."

"Don't you like it when a man talks dirty to you?"

"Yes," she said. "I love it."

"You're just a nasty little girl, aren't you?" he asked, his lips touching her earlobe this time.

She could feel herself getting flushed with excitement now. "Yes," she told him. "I'm a nasty little girl."

"And you love the feel of my cock pushing into you, don't you?"

"Yes," she said, her lips going to his neck now. She licked at the slight dampness of his sweat, inhaling the scent of his cologne.

"You want to feel this cock sliding into your wet pussy, don't you?"

"Yes," she breathed. "I want you to fuck me."

"Because you're nothing but a little slut, aren't you?"

She trembled a little, feeling a pleasant sort of shame at his words. What he was saying was insulting, yet blackly exciting at the same time. Very rarely did anyone talk to her like this, especially on such short acquaintance. She groaned at his words, but didn't answer. He was insistent however.