Nightclub Heat II (Audio Script)

Stories

I don’t know how we managed to make it back to mine after the club last night...but here we are together this bright and beautiful Saturday morning, warm and cozy underneath my plush duvet.

Sunlight pours in from the large sash windows of my bedroom and I can feel the cool spring breeze on my feet just peeking out from below the covers. Your toes wriggle against mine. Huh. Your nails are painted a vibrant shade of orange.

I didn’t notice that last night but then again, how could I when I was focused on other parts of your very delectable body? I prop my head up onto my hands and gaze sleepily over at you. I have to say, you look even more stunning in the natural light even when your eyeliner is all smudged and your hair is a mess.

Your dishevelment reminds me of all of the unspeakable things we did to each other last night. Fucking in the bathroom at the bar… coming back to my place and fucking again, right here in my bed…

I look around the room. What a mess. Clothes are strewn everywhere. Your silk bra is dangling against my bedside lamp.

Your wide and curious eyes flutter open and a surprised look comes over your face. It’s as if you’re remembering and replaying all the delicious fun we had last night. Do you remember how we came together on the dance floor? We wanted each other so fucking badly.

I led you from the crowd and straight to the bathroom…I can still smell the scent of your pussy against your black underwear, which is now strewn across my antique armchair.

“Hey, you.”

A soft smile comes over your face as you stretch your arms above your head and slide your smooth legs up against mine. You look pleased to see me, so that’s a good sign. Mmm, god, you really are beautiful.

I’m getting a little wound up just looking at you. I’d love to slide my hands underneath the sheets and give your breasts a nice squeeze… but I have no idea what you’re thinking right now. The night before is always a wild time, but the morning after can sometimes be a little awkward. We are complete strangers, after all.

“Morning… what time is it?”

I reluctantly glance at the clock on the bedside table, not wanting you to set off so soon. I wonder if it’s appropriate to kiss you again...to touch you again…but it might be best to give you some space first thing in the morning. I’m a total morning person, but you may not be.

“Almost ten… got somewhere to be?”

“Mmm, I’m supposed to meet my friends for lunch at one. They’ll be wondering where I disappeared to last night.”

I watch as you lean over the bed to fish your phone from your purse sprawled open on the floor. The sheets slip away from your soft skin and a bolt of desire shoots through me. Your breasts are suddenly exposed, but obscured slightly behind your arm.

You lay back down on the bed as you text rapidly, smiling as if you’re harboring a secret. If I had to guess, you’re probably texting a group chat of your best friends and being coy about your whereabouts.

I have a feeling your friends are going to get a complete play-by-play of our activities last night. I watch you closely as you text and let my gaze fall down the curve of your lower back as it dips into your ass. I can’t stand just looking anymore. I’ve got to taste you again.

I lean in and drag my lips along your spine. Your skin is so soft…and as I breathe you in, I can still smell our sex from last light lingering against your body. I love the earthy, natural scent of a woman first thing in the morning.

You arch your back as you receive the kisses I plant just along your neck and behind your ears.

Now that you’ve finally sent off that text, you turn around to face me.

“Well, hello.”

Your voice is low and husky and still trying to adjust to the new day. You kiss my lips but I draw back slightly, embarrassed about potential morning breath. It must not be very noticeable because your tongue slithers hungrily against mine.

Mmm, I’m so glad you stayed the night. You run your hands along the top of my shaved head, dragging your fingers across the velvet fuzz around the back of my neck. I take your fingers in my hands and bring them to my lips.

“Last night was really hot…”

I can taste last night’s champagne on your tongue as I trail my fingers across your shoulders and along your smooth arms. It’s nice to have you here in my bedroom naked and out of those tight clothes of yours. Your hand trails down to my hips and very, very slowly teases the curls of pubic hair above my pussy. Oh, god, your touch is just so…addictive. I’m still intoxicated by you.

It seems like we’re on the same page this morning, which is good because…I’m absolutely dying to fuck you again. I bite your luscious lips and place my hand atop one of your breasts. I rub both of your chest with the palm of my hand. Your body bucks and arches and I pull your chest ever so gently towards me.

I guide you back down to the soft embrace of my bed and dip down to take one of those perky little chest into my mouth. I suck and pull on them with the edge of my teeth as my fingers discover the wetness between your legs.

“Fuck, you’re so turned on…”

“Well, you’re so good at making me wet.”

My fingers caress your pussy lips, gathering up your wetness to massage your clit. I remember how sensitive your clit is from how much you squirmed and writhed beneath me last night. I rub you in a quickening clockwise motion… drawing tight little circles around your spasming clit. Your hands squeeze the sheets as if to control yourself. You prop both legs up and open your pussy wider. It’s almost like you’re silently asking me to fuck you once again, just like last night.

I slip my free set of fingers inside of you. I push forward… then slide back out. Again, I push forward against your clenching walls and the grip of your tight interior muscles against my fingers turns me on.

“Mmm, baby, your pussy is so warm…”

The sensation of your clit being rubbed and tickled alongside my fingers penetrating your entrance is driving you wild. Your whole body, from head to toe, seizes and jerks against me. Your wetness feels so good against my fingers. You’re just so warm and soft inside. Your ass keeps rising off the bed as I fuck you, your hips pushing against my fingers, propelling them towards the bumpy surface of your G-spot.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck my pussy. Oh, fuck this pussy…”

Your face contorts as pleasure overwhelms you. I could stare at your face for so long, just watching you go through the waves of constant body-wracking sensation. I spread your thighs wider, clutching the firm muscle between my hands before diving face first into your pussy. The smell of you envelopes me.

Your wetness covers my mouth and nose and tongue, which slides in and out of your folds, tasting every part of you. I use the tip of my tongue to penetrate your sensitive opening as I flick in and out… and back and forth…until you’re squirming uncontrollably above me.

You are desperate to passion. I can see it on your face. But I’m not quite ready yet. I pull away from between your legs, kissing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. I know just the toy that will take us both to climax. I detach from you temporarily, one hand stroking your knees, then sliding down your stomach and breasts, while the other hand rummages in my bedside drawer.

And I produce one of my favorite toys, a double-ended dildo with a vibrator attachment.

“Mmm… can I fuck you with this?”

You sit up excitedly and stroke the flared base between your fingers before slipping it into your mouth like a popsicle. I watch you suck on it, all the while looking at me, as if giving me a preview of things to come. You slowly slide it further and further back, wetting it with a thick layer of your saliva.

“God, yes. Please fuck me with it.”

I slide the bulbed end with the vibrator up inside of me, using my own wetness to slowly glide it into place. My inner walls tighten around it and hold it steady.

Oh, god, yeah. The waves of vibration buzz through my entire body. I take a moment to get used to them, to clear my mind as I settle into place between your legs. I hand you a half-empty bottle of lube from the bedside table and watch as you slowly, sensually pour it onto your hands. You rub it between your palms before sliding them up and down against the now shiny dildo. Restless and horny, you push me down onto the bed.

You sit astride my face, your hands holding mine just above my head and your cunt enveloping my open mouth. Your wetness glides all over my face and dart my tongue out to slurp your juices up.

Brimming with excitement, you don’t stay on my face for long. You slide your sopping wet pussy desperately down my chest and abdomen. Our lips and tongues meet desperately once again. I can tell you like the taste of yourself all over my mouth.

I prop my leg up so that the tip of the double-ended cock plays with your ass as you bend over me. My thigh swings its hardness across your skin and just between your ass cheeks, just waiting for you to ease yourself against it.

You reach behind you. Your slippery fingers take the cock and massage it against your tender opening. You spread your pussy around the dildo, easing your ass down against it.

We both use our hands to help guide it inside of you, but you’re taking your sweet time. The cock is nice and lubricated and enters you oh so smoothly.You close your eyes enjoying the long, thick feel of it.

I gently start to thrust the cock inside with the pumping of my hips; my foot resting firmly against the mattress for greater pleasure and control. You grind against my taut muscle, rolling and raising your hips against the cock.

There is something so intoxicating about us fucking each other like this. Your hands clasped along either side of my body, your plump breasts swinging and bouncing in front of me as I pleasure you. My mouth plucks at your chest, though I can hardly concentrate on what I’m doing with the endless waves of pleasure I’m enduring.

You leave kisses intermittently against my abdomen as I clasp a handful of your hair in my hands.

“You like that? Oh, god, you like that don’t you? You like how I fuck you?”

“Oh, yeah, baby! Yeah just like that! Just like that!”

Your pussy grinds against the length of the silicone cock as you bury your head against my flattened breasts. Your ass, raised high against my thigh, is pumping harder, faster …

I suck on my finger and find your clit as I watch you ride my cock with reckless abandon. I think…oh, god, I think I’m going to passion. My finger trails luxuriously around your clit, over and over in a tiny round of figure eights.

And just when the soft stroking of your clit…and the pounding of the dildo inside of you gets to be too much for the both of us…

You slowly ease yourself off of the dildo and collapse beside me, thoroughly exhausted and spent. I relax my inner muscles and slowly slide the dildo out of me.

“Oh my god… that was amazing…again.”

I take you into my arms. I kiss your mouth, your jaw, your cheeks

“I’m so grateful to have met you.”

“Mmm, right back at you.”

You snuggle up against me even more.

“Guess this means I have to get up now. And take a shower, and get dressed… and go to brunch…”

“Oh, go on. You know you want to brag to your friends about our spontaneous meeting and unforgettable sex last night…and this morning.”

You bat my shoulder playfully and I grin into your hair.

“You’re right. That’s exactly what I want to do.”

“Just promise me one thing? That we’ll do this again next weekend?”

I try to act cool, but I feel strangely open and vulnerable. I would really love to see you again. You gaze up at me with a crooked, sleepy smile and press a soft kiss to my lips.

“Your place or mine?”