Date: Wed, 7 Oct 2009 00:50:00 -0700 (PDT) From: Julia Stinger Subject: A Good Night Out Following the encouraging comments I received from the last story I put on here (my first one) I always meant to follow it up with another. But somehow I never quite got around to it until now, almost five years later, I hope you feel it was worth the wait. Any nice comments will be gratefully received and replied to. You can contact me at julia_stinger@yahoo.co.uk but if you don't like it, then don't read it is my suggestion. Also I should say, that like my last story it is based on fact, and I hope you enjoy it now as much as I did at the time. I'd had my mum to stay for a long weekend. Now don't get me wrong, I love her to bits, but it does cramp my style a little when she's around as I'm not able to enjoy a lot of the illicit things I normally get up to online when I'm alone at home or when I go out. So by time she went home I was feeling quite horny and needed to do something about it.... I took my mum home on the Wednesday, and had a meeting to go to on Thursday, so by the time Friday came I was feeling decidedly horny and went out on the town as planned. My nearest large town has quite a varied nightlife with lots of pubs and clubs to choose from. There are those that cater solely for the gay/lesbian fraternity but I tend to avoid them, unless I'm out with my girlfriends. However, there are a number of places that are sort of 'on the edge' of this scene so to speak. These are usually frequented by groups of girls and guys, or the occasional girl on her own out looking for something a little different, maybe curious to try a same sex encounter, that sort of thing and it was one of these I went to. It was heaving when I got there. Friday night is usually very busy, and the atmosphere is always electric when there are loads of people there, so I felt really good and very optimistic about picking someone up. Perhaps I should explain. I have a certain 'technique' that I use when I'm out 'on the pull' so things tend to follow a similar pattern. As I walk in I check around to see if there's anyone I know as I don't want an old friend walking up just as I'm going in for the kill and spoiling my chances. Then I check out the various groups at the tables or on the dance floor to see what's there that fits my 'tastes'. I'm looking for someone young and attractive that is with a group of girls, (no guys) say a 'hen night' but seems not really part of what is going on. Funnily enough, with the fashions today, they all seem to be dressed similarly, in the ubiquitous 'little black dress', usually with very little underneath it in the summer. There are always a few, and when I find one I watch discreetly for a bit to get a sense of whether they might be 'persuaded'. If they notice me watching and smile, or blush when I give them a little wink I feel it is usually a good sign. I keep my eye on them for a while, watching to see how things are going for them. It's good if, as the evening carries on they seem to become less and less attached to the group they are with, either through boredom or desperation, especially after a few drinks. And with all the drinking, at some point they need to go to the washroom, and when they do I follow them in and wait at the sinks, washing my hands until they come out of the cubicle. They invariably come and stand beside me to wash theirs, and at this point I engage them in conversation. Once we are chatting I find some pretext to touch them, a loose strand of hair say, or a strap that is showing or has slipped and they invariably look at my face as I adjust it for them. At this point I need to watch their eyes and face, as it's always a give-away. And if my touch is not rebuffed I make some other move. Maybe stroke their cheek as I tell them how good they look or perhaps after I've adjusted her strap I let my hand slip down off her shoulder, briefly onto her breast. If at this point I've not had my face slapped I know things are going my way. At this point I lead her gently but firmly into one of the toilet cubicles and lock the door behind us. Now things are a little more private I pull her into a clinch and kiss her. If I'm not rebuffed I take things a little further and start 'feeling her up', stroking her tits and bum, gradually working my hand down to the hemline of the black dress. If she's had enough to drink I'm usually able to get my hand up her skirt. But it's important that she's not had too much to drink as the last thing I want is her collapsing over my shoulder and throwing up down my back as I'm trying to get my hand into her knickers..... which makes getting a cab home VERY difficult. It doesn't always work, but I've had many a good feel of some lovely young things in the toilets of several of the pubs and clubs in Reading, some of which have led to very enjoyable one-night-stands! What is under the skirt is quite important too. If she's wearing what my mum would call 'sensible' knickers I'm either going to have my work cut out and probably fail to get her into bed, or it's going to seem like Christmas come early for both of us. A thong is the usual item I find these days, which is easy to get around, making access and hopefully her satisfaction easy to achieve. Just occasionally I come across a girl who has nothing underneath, not usually a good sign as it implies that she's gone out for the evening looking for a quick fuck from anyone she can get, and it's usually a guy, not me she's looking for. After that, I see how things progress and either get her off in the cubicle or persuade her to go somewhere a little more intimate, like my bedroom.................. Anyway, back to Friday..... I spotted the girl I wanted almost as soon as I went into the club and stood watching the people dancing for a moment or two. She was in her early twenties and had a petite figure with a nice slim waist, virtually no tits and a small, round, tight bum, which seemed to jut out behind her slightly and jiggled exquisitely beneath her little black dress as I watched her on the dance floor. As she danced her dress flared out occasionally giving me an even better view of her slender but shapely legs. She had a very pretty face with a neat little upturned nose, and her hair was brunette and cut fairly short, showing off her facial features nicely. She was dancing with a couple of other girls and I stood watching until the dance finished and they went and sat with a group of about eight others, all women. There were three or four slightly older looking girls and two or three older women. The one I liked didn't really appear part of the scene at all and I sat a little way over from them and watched what was going on. Her friends were putting away the booze like it was going out of fashion, but she was taking things a little more steadily and seemed to drift away from their conversations as they became more drunk. A couple of times she glanced across at me and I smiled at her as she looked at me. I got a very nice smile back, then she looked at her friends and back at me and raised her eyebrows and puffed out her cheeks with a look of exasperation on her face. She was bored!! I noticed her looking around the club, as if searching for something, and saw she was looking for the toilets. She spotted them and said something to one of her friends then trotted off in the direction of the ladies loo. After a moment or two I followed her, and waited by the washbasins for her to come out. I didn't have to wait very long and she saw me as soon as she came out and smiled at me as she went to wash her hands. I started talking, asking her about her friends and she told me they were work colleagues on a girl's night out. I commented that she didn't seem to be enjoying herself much and she said that clubbing was not really her thing. I noticed that her bra strap had slipped out of the side of her dress and reached across to adjust it for her. Our eyes met as I touched her and she stared straight at me with her big doe eyes, a bit like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. I tucked her strap back in and made some comment about her being very pretty and she blushed as I stroked my fingers down her cheek. There was no adverse reaction, so I decided to go for the kill and drew her face towards me and kissed her pretty lips. Normally a girl keeps her lips tight together when I do this for the first time, but she almost seemed to want it and parted her lips slightly to let my tongue play across her teeth. I reached up to the front of her dress and she gave a sudden intake of breath and glanced down at my hand as I touched her small breast through the front of it. To wait any longer would have spoilt the moment so I turned her around and gently pushed her back into the cubicle she had just come out of. Locking the door I began to kiss her again, and this time as my tongue touched her teeth they parted, allowing it into her mouth to play with hers. As we kissed I slipped my hand back onto the front of her dress and began to feel her lovely little tits, then slipped my hand onto her bum and down under the hem of her dress. Again she started as my hand moved up over the top of her hold-ups and made contact with the bare flesh of her thigh, but she didn't try and stop me as I moved it slowly up her leg onto the small, round cheeks of her bum. For a brief moment my heart sank.... she was wearing sensible knickers. But as I delved between the round cheeks of her bum she parted her thighs for me and I could get my fingers inside the gusset of her knickers and was soon running my fingers along the tight entrance to her cunt. Her cunt lips were already moist and sticky from her exertions on the dance floor, but she gave a low moan as I stroked my finger along them and I knew she was turned on by what I was doing to her. I pressed my finger against her a little more firmly and her outer lips parted as I ran my finger along her moist slit, reaching further forward to find the little bud of her clit. As I stroked my fingers over it her kisses became more passionate as her emotions started to get the better of her. Then she suddenly pulled away from me for a moment and looked at me with her big doe-eyes. Her mouth was open and she gave me a look which was clearly a mixture of disbelief and need, almost as if she couldn't believe what was happening to her. I took the opportunity of her moving to slip my hand, still inside her knickers, around over her hip to the front so that I could get a better contact with the hard bud of her clit. As my fingers got to work on her she suddenly wrapped her arms around me, buried her face in the crook of my neck and clung tightly to my body almost desperately, making little muffled whimpering noises as I continued to play with her cunt. Then, as she parted her knees, and bent them slightly and began to work her crotch against my fingers the thought went through my mind that here was a young lady in need of a good 'seeing to'...... Encouraged by this I slipped a finger into the tight slit of her cunt. It was warm and moist, and really tight and she gave another, slightly longer moan as I gradually eased my finger inside her slick cunt and began to finger-fuck her. Suddenly I came up against something blocking my way so I couldn't get any further inside and my heart skipped a beat as I realised she was still a virgin. I knew then that I needed to have her somewhere a little more private to continue what I had started but didn't really want to stop in case she suddenly had a change of heart. But night-club toilets are not the safest place to have sex with somebody inexperienced, as there's always the danger of being caught. And the little whimpering noises she was making as she rode herself against my fingers, together with the quiet, but audible rhythmic thump of her small bum against the cubicle wall she was now leaning against for support was bound to attract attention if someone came into the toilets. This was made suddenly apparent as we heard the door to the club open as someone come into the toilets. We both froze for a moment, remaining perfectly still. Then a look of panic came over her, and I found out that her name was Samantha as we heard one of her friend's call out her name. She was about to answer when I put my hand over her mouth and whispered that we could both be in trouble if anyone, especially one of her friends, caught us together in the cubicle. She took the point and seemed to calm down a little at that and we waited until the other girl left and then went out into the washroom. As we left the cubicle she seemed quite disappointed that I had stopped what I was doing to her so I suggested that we leave and get a cab back to my place. There was a brief hesitation, then she nodded in agreement, so after making sure there was no one about outside the cubicle we went back out into the washroom, then left the toilets and went back out into the club. She went across to her friends and made some comment to them and picked up her small purse from the table. Most of them didn't seem at all concerned that she was leaving, but one older woman seemed to try and persuade her to stay, without success. It was easy to find a cab as it was not quite midnight and all the clubs were still in full swing. On the short journey back to my place it was difficult to keep my hands off her and I needed something to occupy my mind so I found out a little more about her. By now I already knew that her name was Samantha, and she told me she was 23yrs old and was a Student Teacher at one of the local Primary Schools. It had been their end of term night out and she's gone along to see what 'clubbing' was all about as she'd never been anywhere like it before. Then I told her a little about myself and we soon arrived at my home. I paid the cab and we hurried inside. My house is a bungalow, with everything on the same level, so as I closed the front door we were standing outside both the lounge and the bedroom doors. I could wait no longer and were still in the hallway as I pulled Samantha towards me and began to kiss her again. She seemed a little unsure of things and when I asked what was wrong she said she'd never done anything like this before and wasn't sure what to do. I told her to just follow my lead and ran my fingers through her hair before sliding my hands down her back to cup both cheeks of her tight little bum. She followed suit and was soon clasping both cheeks of my bottom in her small hands while still kissing me passionately. Breaking the kiss for a moment I indicated where we were standing and asked her, 'lounge or bedroom' and with a wicked grin on her face she shyly indicated towards the bedroom. I led her into the bedroom and we stood facing each other by my big double bed. We started kissing again, but this time I reached behind her and hitched up the back of her dress with my hands then slid them underneath into the legs of her knickers and clasped the firm cheeks of her little bum in my hands. I began to knead them gently with my fingers, marvelling at how, despite their firmness, they yielded to my gripping fingers. After a minute or two I slipped my hands back out again and slowly pulled down the zip at the back of her dress. I slipped it off her shoulders and it slid down to the floor around her feet in a crumpled heap, leaving her in just her bra, hold-ups and 'sensible' knickers. She looked really young and timid and was almost shaking as I reached behind her and undid her bra. As I unfastened it she put her hands up and started gripping the top of the small cups tightly to stop it falling off and exposing her little breasts. But I gently prised her fingers open and moved her hands away, then held them up by her slight shoulders allowing her bra to drop to the floor, landing on top of her crumpled dress. I told her she was beautiful and she blushed prettily as I studied her young face and began to unbutton my blouse. She still had a bit of the 'deer in the car headlights' look about her and her wide eyes flickered as she looked into mine. As she watched, her gaze flicked from one eye to the other and then down to watch my fingers as they slowly popped open the buttons of my white blouse, then jumping back to my face again. She seemed to be holding her breath, almost as if she could not believe what was happening to her. But beneath the gaze I could detect a glint of excitement in her eyes and knew she was going to enjoy what I was going to do with her. As the last of my buttons came undone I shrugged my blouse off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then I slipped down my bra straps and reached behind my back to undo my bra. As I unfastened it my bra slipped loosely across my stomach, allowing my breasts to fall free as Sam stood watching me. My boobs are not very large, but they were certainly bigger than hers and she watched open-mouthed as I tossed my bra on top of my blouse and advanced towards her. She began to nibble nervously at her bottom lip as I drew her face toward mine with my hands. We kissed again for a minute or so, embracing each other so that our bare breasts mashed gently against each other for the first time. This time as we kissed she let my tongue into her mouth to play with her own as we worked our lips almost feverishly together. After a short while I broke the kiss and began to work my lips slowly down her chin and onto her bare chest, heading towards her little tits. I gently kissed each of them in turn, then moved my mouth onto one of her tiny nipples and began to kiss and lick it before sucking it between my lips. I sucked it partly into my mouth and her hands came onto the back of my head and began to gently stroke my hair as she made small murmuring noises of contentment. As I sucked on her breast I moved my hand down onto the front of her knickers and began to stroke her cunt through them. Then I slipped my fingers inside and felt how wet and aroused she was getting before standing up again to resume kissing her again on the mouth. I broke the kiss again, but this time I gently, but firmly pushed her head down towards my own tits and told her to suck them for me. She seemed very nervous at first, but began tentatively licking at my right boob. Then she seemed to overcome her nerves and drew my nipple into her mouth and began to suckle it like a small baby, sending tingles of lust coursing through my body down to my crotch. I could feel myself getting wet as she continued to suck on my tit and decided it was time to take things further. I moved Sam back over beside the bed and unfastened my short, black skirt, then eased it over my bum and shook my hips slightly so that it slipped down my legs to the floor, leaving me in just my knickers and little white ankle socks. Then I crouched down in front of her and pressed my face into the front of her damp knickers and inhaled the warm scent of her aroused young cunt. I worked my mouth against it for a moment then I slipped my fingers into the waist of her knickers and pulled them down, leaving her standing there in just her lacy topped hold-up tights. I pushed her gently backwards onto the bed and she say down with a little bump and sat looking at me, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. I told her to lie back on the bed and as she lay back I spread her thighs apart then moved my face in towards her crotch and began to eat her tight virgin cunt. Soon she was grasping frantically at the bedclothes and thrusting her crotch up towards me begging for more as I ate her wet cunt. I stopped for a moment and she gave an exasperated groan of disappointment, which made me realise just how close she had been to cumming. So I quickly got onto the bed beside her and lay down and pulled her on top of me as she shuffled up the bed to join me. As she rolled on top I slipped my thigh in between hers and bent my knee then put my foot on the bedclothes to keep it raised. We started kissing again and as we kissed she began to hump herself along my thigh, leaving little trails of glistening pussy juice on my skin. She was getting really worked up as she humped herself against me, so I rolled her back onto the bed and got back between her parted thighs. I began using my mouth on her cunt again and felt her hands come onto the back of my head as if to hold it there. I moved them away and down to her ankles telling her to hold onto them, adding that I wanted her to keep hold of them the whole time. She grasped them tightly, which spread her slender thighs still wider apart as I ate her out. She was going almost frantic at what I was doing with her, humping her crotch against me and making little sobbing and wailing noises and arching her back as her little bottom lifted repeatedly off the bed to force her cunt against my mouth. I slipped my hands underneath her and held her up by her little bum as I worked on her cunt, massaging her tight cheeks with my fingers as I supported her. She was leaking juice all over my face and her movements were becoming more agitated by the second as she fought to cum. Then suddenly it all seemed to become too much for her and with a long wailing cry she came, big time and almost passed out with her orgasm. Slumping back limply on the bed she lay there panting, and I let her recover for a bit while I quickly slipped off my knickers and snuggled up beside her on the bed, holding her panting body against mine. Once she'd recovered we explored each others little nooks and crannies. The insides of her thighs were glistening with her juices and I licked along them to clean then, then moved up next to her as she licked her own juice off my face, tasting her own pussy-juice for the first time. We didn't care about time as we played together and she seemed to be loving her first lesbian experience and I decided to take things a little further. I moved over on top of her into the '69' position and began to lick at her cunt, suggesting that she do the same to me. It must have been quite a shock for her to see another woman's wet cunt right in front of her face at first, as she seemed a little reluctant to do the same to me. But I kept licking at her and she began to weaken as I felt her warm, wet tongue beginning to probe my cunt lips. It felt absolutely wonderful having my cunt licked by such a sexy young thing and I could feel myself getting more aroused by the minute. As she buried her face into my cunt and licked at me my orgasm beginning to build and I buried my face into her cunt and came with a long sigh of extreme satisfaction. We had been playing for ages and had lost all track of time, and were both quite tired but there was still one prize I was determined to claim. I reached across to my bedside cabinet and pulled out my strap-on. Samantha watched wide-eyed as I fastened it around myself then placed a pillow beneath her bum to raise her hips. She suddenly realised what I was going to do and gave a little shake of her head, saying she wasn't sure about it. But I assured her it would be ok and rolled on top of her as she lay there with a nervous look on her face. Placing the tip of the strap-on against her cunt I began to push and she grimaced slightly as it began to slide inside. I felt the resistance of her hymen and stopped for a moment to let her adjust, then gave a quick push forward. She gave a little cry of pain then a long sigh of pleasure as I slid the thing deep inside her and began to fuck her with it. Soon it was obvious she was loving it, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist so that she was almost hanging beneath me as I fucked her. She came again, giving an almost a primeval wail as she did so hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe and began kissing me furiously and passionately in the throes of her orgasm. She needed to recover again and we lay kissing softly as she slowly stopped panting. Then she snuggled up against me and went to sleep. I had worn the poor girl out! I soon drifted off myself with memories of the evening drifting lazily through my mind. I was the first to waken the following morning and watched as Samantha began to come to. The look on her face was an absolute picture when she saw where she was and the realisation of what had happened began to dawn on her. And when she dared to peek below the covers and saw we were both naked she was lost for words. But I assured her everything was ok adding that last night had been a very enjoyable experience. I began to stroke her soft, warm body again and she just lay there passively and let me. But when I tried to touch her little cunt she said it was too sore adding 'that would have to wait for another time'. Once she was fully awake I pointed her in the direction of the shower and went off to the kitchen to fix us both a coffee. She came along a little while after wearing the bathrobe I had left out for her (the one I'm wearing in my picture) and we sat and drank our coffee and had some toast and a chat before I got her a cab to take her home. We exchanged mobile numbers before she left and she promised to ring me once the school holidays started. Thinking back on it, she was a sweet little thing and I bet all the mums whose kids she teaches think butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. But if they'd seen her that night on my bed, stark naked save for a pair of M&S hold-ups screaming obscenities and begging for more, from a woman whom she'd only just met I somehow feel they'd form a different opinion.