Chemistry in the Club (Ch. 01)

She looked free as she danced to the music. Her long hair swaying delayed. She felt me staring without needing to turn around. Her right arm circled her head and led the wavy curls over her shoulder. The left half of her neck glistened white, smooth. My eyes danced around her shoulders and down her spine, a thin waist, i didn't dare go any lower. She seemed young, not unexperienced. I cut through the crowd, moving right next to her. Her friend complained, he was trying his luck, too drunk or not enough to make a move. I ignored him, eyes locked on hers as i let them map the contours of my face. Her features were mature, delicate, the makeup tasteful and not overdone, her dark red lipstick extended into a welcoming smile.

"Whos he?"

"A friend"

"Wheres the rest of them?"

"Gone home"

Her tone was playful, not innocent. We broke eye contact only to speak into each others ear. Hypnotic perfume, her neck pulsing, I wanted her voice again.

"Can i get us a drink?"

"I'll come"

She told her drunk friend we would be back, he nodded, understood nothing. I offered my hand to push through the crowd, she took it, no hesitation. she squeezed and held on tight, caressing my hand whenever we got stuck. My hand replied to the sensations, more naturally than speaking, deeper, intuitive. Away from the crowd, next to each other now, no desire for small talk. I led her into a gap at the bar counter, let go of her hand and stood behind her, leaning in, heads close again. She turned around and looked up.

"What should we get?"

"A dark and stormy?"

"... a dark and stormy please?"

The waiter served her straight away, she was magnetic. She searched for my hand again, pulling me closer, swaying into me. Her ass felt firm, full, the fabric covering it thin, stretchy. From underneath my jeans i might have guessed it naked already. I got hard slowly, she kept a straight face, talking to the waiter, I felt her warmth and electricity. She paid, sipped at the drink, complimented the waiter, and pushed me away from the counter by walking backwards. She turned around and handed me the cocktail.

"Thank you for that"

"For the drink or for the massage?"

"The drink, of course"

"Final answer?"

"Final"

Her eyes glowed fiery now, confident, fingers on my chest, pushing me up against a wall, I was spellbound in the dark, dotted moving lights all around us. Her hand slid into my pants, firm grip on my dick, lips at my ear whispering.

"Any thoughts about my ass? Want to thank it for making your cock so hard... and so quickly. Want to know how wet that made me?"

She started jerking me off, i tried in vain to keep a straight face, quickly petrayed by an attempt to kiss her lips, from which she withdrew with agility. Her smile, mischevous, she jerked me off harder.

"Picture you hard, swollen, hungry cock sliding in and out of my tight, wet, soft, pink, pussy... I know it turns you on how young i am... barely 21... all yours tonight. A wet horny girl who found a sexy daddy to take her home."

She bit my earlobes and neck, sucked, kissed my lips, somehow jerked me off even harder, we were glued together. My hands all over the small of her arched back, touching, squeezing her full ass. I was in disbelief, 21 felt wrong, I suppose I knew from the start, hoped it too in some ways, a thrill, and the adrenaline rushing all over my body with every kiss, bite, and suction was addictive. We both knew what we wanted. I allowed myself to let go, get lost for a night with her, stop worrying.

At the back of her neck, my fingers ran through her hair, i grabbed, pulled her away, gentle, firm. Eyes flickered from eyes to lips, hunger building, her wet tongue still hanging out. I moved her arm away from my dick, she tried pulling her skirt down, struggling because my hand was high on her naked thigh, a finger firm on her pussy. Drenched lacey panties, wide eyes both, pleasure waves for her now.

"Tell me again who you belong to tonight?"

It was busy around us, people passed and stared, looked away, her eyes rolling, then shut, a smile, an inhale. I pulled her closer again, pushed her panties deeper inside her. As I tugged at her hair her neck stretched, tense, mouth open, gasping. I moved my ear close to her lips and hers to mine.

"Who do you belong to?"

"... You daddy... I BELONG to you daddy... take me home and use me daddy I NEED YOU to fill me up bad..."

I let go of her, sipped at the dark and stormy, against the wall, then passed her the drink again. both of us gasping, my dick throbbing dangerously, her eyes begging to be fucked.

"Final answer?"

"Yes daddy..."

"Good girl"