Clubbing In London
My husband and I are both in our late thirties,we look after ourselves and are in good shape and often get mistaken for beingyounger than we are. We've a very active sex life and have increasingly beenspeaking about have sex with others, which apart from the odd grope and bit ofsexy dancing in nightclubs is as far as it has got.
A couple of weeks ago it was Johns birthday and we'd managed to get ababysitter for the weekend so off we went to London our favourite nightclub,which being London actually stays open all night. Just before we left Johnhanded me a packet of condoms and said they were 'just in case'. During ourlast trip to the same club I'd had a wonderful time dancing sandwiched betweenJohn and this french guy ( I never did catch his name!), where I'd been kissedand groped by them both at the same time on the dance floor. Luckily it is verydark and very packed so it was not so obvious what was going on. Afterwards Itold John that I regretted not taking the French guy into the toilets andgiving him a blowjob as I'd had a quick feel of his cock and it was lovely andlarge. So when John handed me the condoms I knew that I had his permission toact out this fantasy if the situation was right.
The club was packed to bursting point, the dance floor, as ever, was dark andvery packed and the music pumping away so loud. There was plenty of 'discreet'sexy dancing going on. There always seemed to someone or other rubbing theirbum against mine or having a sly feel of me as the walked pass. Because theplace was so packed just walking around was an experience with bodies crammeddo close together. I get really turned on in this kind of situation but therewas no one who really took my fancy so just carried dancing getting lost in themusic and enjoying the feel of all the bodies around me.
By about 4am though I began to feel a bit unwell and was beginning to get aheadache. I told John and he suggested we go and have a sit down for a while.The club is a huge underground place and does have plenty of 'chill out' areasbut the best and coolest place to sit is on the big wide stairs that lead up tothe exit. We managed to find a place to sit on one of the 'landings' where thestairs turn. Next to us there was a young South American guy who introducedhimself as 'Caesar', once John had stopped taking the mickey out of his name westarted to chat away to him. After a few minutes John said that he had thefidgets and was off to the dance floor and would return in a few minutes.
So there I was sitting next to this rather cute young South American with aweird name having a chat, which was slowly becoming flirtatious. He thenstarted to say that his neck was really playing him up and it had been stiffall evening. So I told him if he was to sit in front of me I'd give his neck amassage. As I massaged his neck I began to feel a tingle of anticipation runthrough me as I began to see the where this could lead to. I began to massagehis neck more sensuously and made sure that my breasts kept rubbing against hisback. I knew he could feel this as he kept leaning back into me. All of asudden he turned around and kissed me full on the mouth with his tongueentering mine. It only took me a moment and I was returning his kisses withfull passion. He kissed so well that I soon became totally absorbed.
The French guy was not such a good ki
