“Oh man, we should really head for a club.” Bestion suggested as my hands wandered uncontrollably all over his body. I was tipsy and touchy by the time I met him outside our favourite pub. It definitely made more sense to groove to the music rather than to sit and chat about the financial market, historic figures or politics.
We took a cab down to a club, where we drank a bottle of wine at the bar to get Bestion high and into the mood. Not much of a kick for him, or so he claimed. Frenzy about the 1-for-1 promotion going on, the crazy guy ordered a pitcher of Vodka Redbull, which made it 2. My head was already spinning by that time – a sign that I was numbed to any logical thinking. I was in a highly dangerous state since I would give in to my horniness easily.
And I did.
I pulled down his zipper and started to grope him there and then in the club.
I could feel his heat.
“Wow, it’ll be good if you can blow me here.” Bestion took the chance.
I took a quick glance behind me and quickly assumed that no one was looking at us. I went down on him for a moment or two before he pulled me up. Probably people were walking towards us. Probably someone had seen us. I didn’t know. If I could attempt to give a blowjob in the middle of a crowded club, clearly, I wasn’t thinking.
I stood up and gave him that cheeky look while my hand was still moving up and down his manhood that was still sticking out of his pants.
We waited till the coast was clear before I went down on him again. We were blocked by a group of clubbers probably 3 steps away from us. On hindsight, I’m not sure what kind of block is that, but well, it’s too late to say anything now, isn’t it?
“Let’s go outside for a shag first before we come back?” Bestion suggested.
Anything goes, baby.
We headed to the residential area opposite the club, where we were both still sober enough to take the lift to one of the higher levels. Bestion removed his pants and sat on the staircase. I stripped my panties off, quickly pulled my skirt up and sat on him. I needed him in me badly. I was riding my life away as the reverse cowgirl when Bestion suddenly nudged me to stand up. He heard footsteps. Damn.
We swiftly parted and headed off in different directions in a weak attempt to disguise any attempt of misbehaviour outside people’s property. By the time we finally walked back to meet each other, we had decided to call it a night. The alcohol had kicked in badly for Bestion who started vomitting – which wasn’t exactly the sexiest foreplay one could do to induce any sexual activities. I was also tired from all the drinking. All I need was a bed, plenty of water and a good night sleep.
We took a cab back to Bestion’s house.. where little did I know, what awaits me was a sleep assault subsequently..