We can hear the music thumping from inside the club, and the coloured light coming through the windows turns the street into a rainbow. There are people wandering about, having drunken conversations, perhaps pondering their own private thoughts. We don’t notice them or the flashing lights. We are moving to the bass rhythms as it beats against the wall you’re leaning on. Barely hidden by the darkness, I have already made easy work of your clothes. You delight in the cool breeze, my warm breath, and satin dress caressing your naked skin.

This moment had been a long time in arriving. As we danced in the pressing throng of flesh on the dance floor, I could feel your hardness rising. You licked the sweat from between my breasts, sending a heat wave down to my toes and back up to that spot which was getting wetter by the second. Finally, we couldn’t bear to hold back any longer. I pulled you through the crowd, feeling you press against my back as we fought our way outside. God, I almost threw you down right there except the crowd parted and we were free.

I use my lips to kiss, lick, tease your neck, jaw line, and chin. Your lips eagerly connect with mine, our tongues clash and probe – the passion horse has bolted, and there’s no stopping this wild one.

I force myself to break away and look into your eyes, our breathing rapid and shallow. You slip the straps of my dress down, revealing the curves of my full breasts and nipples so hard you can’t help but lick them. You take one into your mouth and I arch my head backwards, pressing my pelvis against yours. One of your hands slowly moves up my thigh, under my dress.

I move slightly and your hand finds the place it was seeking. Oh, so hot, and hungry. I gasp and push against your hand, your teeth and tongue teasing my nipple and breast. Through willpower alone I push your hand away and stand upright again.