I played it cool and decided to text Cathal from across the bar rather than walk up to him, just so I could see his reaction. I watched him take out his phone and smile as he read my text, and then look up and scan the bar for me. I pulled my top a little lower, and my skirt a little higher, before waving at him until he spotted me. He sauntered over, his eyes scanning me from head to toe and by the looks of it he liked what he saw. He made polite small talk with my friends for a few minutes, but they both knew I had been texting him so they took the hint and joined the others on the dancefloor, leaving us alone. He asked what I was drinking and went to the bar to get us both a drink.
While I waited, thinking about what I wanted to do to this guy, and where I would get the chance to do it.
In a crowded nightclub in a small town, there wasn’t much room for any privacy, although I hadn’t expected it to be quite this busy. When he came back, we left our spot near the dancefloor and managed to nab one of the more secluded booths that were dotted around.
Snuggled in the corner with him, breathing in his aftershave and feeling the heat of his body beside me, I already felt my panties starting to dampen with anticipation. He was easy to chat to, and me being tipsy meant I wasn’t very nervous, I felt confident and sexy as I laid my hand on his thigh as he chatted to me, slowly running it up and down, each stroke getting higher and closer to what I could now see as a very definite bulge in his pants.
He was being quite obvious in his attraction to me, besides his growing bulge, he could barely look at my face for a minute before dropping his gaze down to my cleavage again. Though who could blame him, I was wearing a V neck, sheer top. We kissed lightly a little bit, before stopping to chat some more, the anticipation and teasing was driving me wild.
I kissed him again, this time with more hunger, and passion, he grabbed my boobs as I arched my back into him. Getting hot and heavy now, I couldn’t take it any longer, aching to be touched I guided his hand down to the hem of my skirt, he paused before slowly slipping his hand up my leg, just about at the hem of my panties when – “Enough of that carry on please, come on, out” The bouncer had come over. I almost screamed in frustration. I needed human touch, and I was so damn close to getting it.
I decided I couldn’t waste the night on stupid, publicly accepted snogging in the corner, I needed more. So I took Cathals hand and led him out of the booth, down the stairs and headed for the exit. He stopped, with a questioning look, before following me out to fresh cool air.
The shock of the fresh air, plus the two more drinks I’d had inside, added to my desire and determination to get what I wanted. Scanning the street I looked for somewhere we could escape to, walking around, I see this big house that was in a bit from the road, just beyond the walls of the nightclub. It had a big driveway leading up to it, with thick trees and bushes lining the driveway all the way up.