Ten o’clock. I squinted at the face of my watch in the dim light, and sighed as I lifted my drink. Paul had promised me he would meet me at the bar of the ultra modern nightclub where I now stood, being jostled and pushed from all sides by beautiful laughing young people. It was twenty past ten, and the music, loud and rhythmic was beginning to do my head in. I drained my glass and looked around me, aware of how out of place I probably looked my short denim skirt and wondering what on earth I was going to do next.
Turning to leave the bar in the hope of finding somewhere quiet to phone Paul, I came face to face with a tall thin girl, with braided hair and a painful looking pierced eyebrow. She smiled as I tried to push past her, and pretended to bar my way. I smiled back at her, awkwardly, before pushing past and hurrying off to the cloakroom area. Squeezing the phone tightly to my ear, I waited for Paul to answer his mobile. Nothing. As I stood waiting, the girl from the bar appeared from nowhere. She leant towards me, fragrant with a spicy scent I remembered from years ago.
“Been stood up?” Her tone was mocking but friendly, and I glimpsed a flash of the gold stud piercing her tongue.
“Yes”, I replied. “Bloody men! He said he would meet me here half an hour ago.”
She shrugged , leaning in toward me again.
“Ah well, poor you” she laughed. “ Fancy a drink? I’m on my own too, so we might as well make the most of it. I’m Annie by the way.”
I looked at her. The music was still loud, even from the next room, and the DJ seemed to have been playing the same track all night. She was pretty, in a plain sort of way, and wore little make up. She was wearing a skimpy black top and a pair of faded jeans. She obviously had no bra on, and I couldn’t help but notice her breasts were huge - full and round, and I could see the outline of her nipples clearly through the thin nylon. Jokes about smuggling peanuts came to mind, and I laughed. She laughed back at me and pulled my arm.
“Come on! Mine’s a vodka and coke.”
Pushing me in front of her, Annie stood close behind me as I waited to be served. I watched the barman lift two glasses to the optics for their shot of vodka and as I absentmindedly noticed the way his hair was cut at the back of his neck I felt a hand snaking up the inside of my thigh. I froze. The hand stopped, as if the owner had noticed my shock, and gently stroked the inside of my leg. The music was pounding in my ears and although every part of me knew this was wrong, I could feel a sudden thumping pulse in my cunt and my legs went weak.
The hand started to slowly move again, and I felt the gusset of my g-string being pulled. I groaned, involuntarily standing up on my toes to make it easier for the hand to move the elastic away from my cunt lips. In the darkness of the bar, and with all the heaving bodies around us, it was easy to lean up and over the bar without drawing attention to myself. I felt my lips being parted. I closed my eyes as the finger slid rhythmically along my pussy, slipping easily in and out of my cunt and then moving up to stroke my clit. Suddenly, the hand was gone. I stared, dazed, at the barman as he thumped the drinks in front of me .
“Six pound eighty.”
“Sorry…what?”
“Six …pounds… eighty” he mouthed slowly , as if talking to an idiot.
I turned to look in my shoulder bag, and saw Annie, slowly pushing her middle finger in and out of her mouth. I dropped my bag.
“Er, sorry” I gibbered to the barman, “Hang on a minute.” Somehow I managed to retrieve my bag, and extract the right amount. The guy was leaning on the bar waiting patiently as I pushed the right money toward him. He made a sarcastic salute as he turned and left to serve someone else.
I lifted my drink to my lips, unsure of what to do next. I felt hot breath in my ear.
“Go to the ladies now. Go into the first cubicle on the left, and take off your pants. Wait for me.”
I was frantic, with desire and embarrassment. I placed my drink back on the bar and stood there, swaying slightly, until I felt her hand in the small of my back, pushing me gently.
“Go.”
Somehow I managed to find my way to the ladies loo. I pushed open the door, and saw two young girls at the sinks, giggling and applying makeup. They were drunk, and their laughter rang in my ears after the loud music. I pushed open the door to the cubicle Annie had told me to go to. It was quite large, with a long, flat, tiled shelf above the toilet cistern. Wobbling around in my high heels, I removed my panties, stuffed them in my handbag, and waited. Suddenly, the cubicle door opened and Annie came in.
She locked the door, turned, and silently pushed me up against one of the tiled walls. Her tongue was in my mouth, one hand in the back of my hair, the other pushing up my top. She grabbed my tits, and kissed me long and hard. I could feel the metal stud in her tongue against my teeth. She pulled my skirt up above my hips, exposing my cunt. Lifting her mouth from mine she spoke huskily in my ear.
“Sit up there. Above the toilet. Spread your legs as wide as you can.“
She watched me as I awkwardly climbed up over the loo to the tiled shelf. I knew what she wanted. As I got into position, the tiles felt freezing on my naked bum. I shuffled down a bit; my high heeled sandals scraping the walls as I forced my legs as far apart as I could, moving my ass forward to the very edge of the shelf. I could hear the outside door opening and closing, the music getting louder for a moment, then muffled again as the door closed. The voices and laughter of the girls outside rang in my ears.
Annie watched, silently. When I was ready, she slowly took up her own position; carefully straddling the closed loo seat, her face inches from my open cunt, her slanted eyes looking up at me. I closed my eyes and waited, my heart pounding, my chest heaving. I couldn’t believe this was happening, this was another woman for God’s sake. I felt totally exposed, breathless. My cunt felt huge, my clit was throbbing; my hands clenched and unclenched as I waited…..waited……….and then, just when I couldn’t stand it any more I felt the very tip, the point of her tongue gently lick my arse hole. Round and round she rhythmically licked and then slowly up, up, toward my cunt hole. In and out her tongue slipped, licking, sucking, swallowing.
My clit was huge, straining toward her and I could hear a soft mewing noise, the sounds I was making as I waited for her to take my clit in her mouth and suck it. Again and again she flicked at my clit with the tip of her tongue, then with full flat of her tongue in a great long lick…rubbing, flicking, never changing tempo, just licking and licking…sometimes stopping for a moment when she knew I was close, sometimes rimming my arsehole, but always sliding back up and licking my throbbing clit until, with great undulating thrusts of my hips I came, in a great gush, into her mouth and all over her face. Hours seemed to pass. I opened my eyes and saw her, this girl, gently licking come from between the crack of my arse and from my thighs.
Slowly, Annie got to her feet. She smiled at me, still wide eyed and spread legged, my chest heaving, my mouth open. She opened the door and slipped out. Almost immediately my mobile phone began to ring. Dazed, I lifted it from my bag. Paul. Apologising for being late and on his way. I never saw Annie again.