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Months had passed since my ex-girlfriend and I split up, and the heartbreak had turned to loneliness. I could tell it was getting worse from the lack of notifications, and the unusual amount of free time spent alone - but most of all, I could tell from the increasing number of nights where I'd wake up with wet sheets, and sessions I'd spend with myself... well, I'm sure you can guess what. There was only so much I could do to satisfy myself, and so when one day I found my hand drifting down to my upper thigh during a work meeting, I knew I had to do something about it.
That night, dressed in the shortest burgundy dress I could find, so tight that hardly anything was left to the imagination, I made my way to the lesbian club down my road and headed straight to the bar. The corner of my mouth twitched up after looking around and seeing no men were present - it was a rare sight. And a beautiful one.
A few quick shots of tequila later, and I started to pull my dress up, so far that it could hardly be described as a dress anymore. I made my way to the dance floor, and not even 10 seconds had passed before I felt the warmth of someone's body pushed up behind me, our curves melding perfectly. We swayed into each other, so close that I could smell her breath and I'm sure she could smell mine. The strong scent of cocktails was addictive: I couldn't help but lean into her further. The music tempo began to increase and the LEDs shifted from their calm tone to an intense red. The universe wanted this to happen - and we were willing to oblige. Our movements gradually turned from dancing to grinding, the friction harsh but fierce. I was getting turned on and I hadn't even seen her face yet.
Suddenly, her right hand snaked from its position on my waist to cup my breasts, her skin separated from mine by only the thin fabric of my dress. It seems I had conveniently left my bra at home. Her left landed on the inside of my thigh, fingers dangerously close to the edge of my thong. They were surprisingly cold, and the added sensation caused my nipples to harden and my underwear to dampen. She massaged both areas gently, breathing down my neck, adding more intensity to her movements...
I couldn't resist any longer. I spun around, barely registering what she looked like, and grabbed her hand to drag her towards the exit. I turned left once we got outside to head back to my apartment, but she stopped me before I could go too far, pulling me the other way.
"I have a hotel room," she explained. Fine by me. Bigger beds and no roommates... I can hardly complain.
During our short walk over I finally was able to appreciate her appearance - a muscular frame with short, dark hair, wearing a tight tank top and a skirt that could rival the tightness of my dress. Not that she would be wearing those for much longer.
Soon, we were in her room and she shut the door behind her. Before I could even register where the bed was, she slammed me against a wall and crashed her lips into mine. Her tongue easily made its way into my mouth, the cocktails she'd been drinking strong and intoxicating. Her hands found my ass, squeezing it, and I jumped up to put my legs around her waist to give her more access. Her fingers slid up my dress so that it was essentially a tube top. She groped greedily at my cheeks and I clenched my thighs tighter around her torso.
A few moments later and she'd thrown me onto the bed, her hands now being used to spread my legs apart. I didn't try to hide the wet patch that was growing on my red, laced underwear, and the sight of it made her smirk. She didn't hesitate to start kissing my thighs, working slowly from further down to where I needed it most. Her other hand grazed the fabric of my panties, moving in circular motions. The increasing tension made me impatient.
"Taking your time," I grumbled. She'd regret this later. She responded my biting the spot she was at, causing me to let out a yelp that I couldn't quite suppress. That'll teach me to shut up.
Eventually she reached my upper thigh, and the rubbing of her hand on my clit was replaced by her mouth, gently licking and nipping at the lace. This was taking forever. Surely she could tell how desperate I was now, or rather taste it, from the juices leaking from my entrance. I decided to take matters into my own hands and put my hands in her hair, forcing her face forwards into my crotch. I would've welcomed her biting me again in response, but instead she stopped completely and looked up.
"Fine, I guess I'll stop then." She sat up and moved to sit beside me, taking her phone from her bag and going on it like I wasn't even there.
“What?”
"Stop being impatient." Rude. But if that's what it takes.
"Fine," I reply, sitting back and resting on my elbows. I made an effort to push my chest upwards. My legs were still open, underwear now soaked through. She could definitely see it, and I could tell she was turned on. If my words wouldn't get her to do what I wanted, I'm sure my body could.
She sighed. "Alright, but I mean it next time.". Now it was my turn to smirk. She returned back to her previous position, and swiftly removed my thong, throwing it god knows where. Not even a split second passed before she thrusted two fingers inside me and curled them, causing a moan to escape from my mouth. She took them out and shoved them back in again, repeating the motion whilst licking and kissing my clit. It wasn't long before she added a third finger, and my breathing got quicker and quicker. I kept myself busy by rubbing my breasts, which I had released from my dress that was now on the floor.
I didn't try to keep quiet, my moans getting louder at the same rate that the pace of her thrusts was increasing. We both knew I was reaching my climax, and she started biting my clit softly to edge me further. When I was ready, I came over her face, whilst she continued fingering me through my orgasm. She eagerly cleaned up the mess with her tongue, planting even more kisses on my pussy as she did so.
She looked up to see I'd been touching my breasts, and she responded by stripping off herself, slowly so I could watch. I admired her body, both shocked and turned on to see her defined abs. Once she was only in her bra and panties, I pushed her over so she was beneath me and started sucking on her neck, not afraid to leave marks as I went. A short gasp let me know when I'd found her sensitive spot, and I made sure to pay extra attention to it, biting it hard to repay her for what she did earlier.
I used one hand to support me and the other to start touching her breasts through the lace, circling her nipples with my thumb. My kisses worked their way down her chest and soon replaced my hand, which used the opportunity to unclasp and discard her bra. I licked her breasts, teasing at her nipple with my teeth, allowing soft moans to leave her lips. As my mouth moved onto her other breast, I let my hand wander down her stomach, tracing her abs, before ending up on her clit. I rubbed in circles like she had before, and grazed her entrance through the lace. It was wet, as I'd expected.
Satisfied her boobs had been dealt with, I was able to move my head down to her pussy, desperate to taste her. But suddenly, she stopped me. "I have a better idea," she whispered, a smile tugging at her lips.
She turned herself around so that her legs were at the top of the bed and her face where her crotch had been. She gestured for me to move to how she had been lying before and I realised what she meant. Eagerly, I complied, met with the view of her pussy in my face and the feeling of her breath hitting mine. I pulled her panties off and simultaneously we began eating each other out, moaning into each other's entrances. I grabbed her ass to bring her forward, enabling my tongue to reach deeper. She began grinding against my face and I did the same to hers. We continued in harmony, enjoying the bliss. I used my free hand to touch my breasts again which had suffered from the lack of attention.
Without warning, she released. I followed suit, and after cleaning each other up, she repositioned herself so she was back next to me. We were both done for that night, but I had a funny feeling it wouldn't be the last time we would see each other.