Wiggling her arse against my erection, Gini leaned her head back to look up at me. The sexy-as-fuck smile she gave me made me want to bend down and kiss her. Gazing at her luscious lips I almost gave into the urge until she broke the moment.
“Comfortable?” she asked waggling her eyebrows.
She smiled before her lips stretched to a devilish grin as she watched me intently, her eyes twinkled in the dim club lighting.
“You can feel how comfortable I am,” I commented as she arched her back and stuck out her arse.
Then she began to twerk it up and down the front of my groin, all over my dick. A low growl tore from my throat as I put my free hand on her belly and pressed her further against me, enjoying the feel of her there.
I dipped my head forwards and my mouth found her slender neck, I licked down to her shoulder and back up towards her ear. I felt her body shiver in my hands and I lifted my head to see her face turned in my direction and her mouth slightly open. When I saw her tongue dart out and lick her lips there was no hesitation on my part, my mouth immediately covered hers in a kiss.
Shockwaves of electrical pleasure rode through my alert body as I hungrily explored her mouth. Gini wriggled her slender body free of my grip and turned to face me properly. Smiling seductively with lust-filled eyes, her hands slid up my sides over my pecs and up my neck. Clutching my hair with her fingers she pulled my head back down and reignited the kiss with even more passion.
My hands were initially resting innocently at her mid-back but after that they found their own way to her arse without any help from me. Cupping her cheeks, I pressed her closer against me again. Breaking the kiss, Gini leaned back to meet my heated gaze and smirked smugly but a little breathless.
“Well one thing’s for sure, I affect you in all the right places. It would seem you’re very pleased to meet me. You ladies south of The Thames may be handy, but we’re a little more… holistic in our greetings. All I need to know is whether we’re going to extend the acquaintance status we currently hold onto a more firm footing. If so, we may need to find somewhere a little more private, with some clean sheets, a few drinks and a thick springy mattress maybe?” I asked innocently.
Gini’s eyes popped widely, surprised by my suggestion and she bit back a grin as she ran her forefinger over her lip in thought.
“Interesting proposition and you would know where to find a suitable location with those items listed?”
“Hmm…I thought you’d be the one with the clean sheets. I’m the bloke remember? We guys wait for our mothers to visit for that to happen. Or we take a girlfriend and keep her just long enough for her to notice and do it.”
Gini placed her hands firmly on my chest and pushed me away as she started to dance again. My initial thought was that I’d overstepped the line between humour and sexism and I’d blown my chances. I was confused as I watched her moving to the music with a sudden disinterest in me. Strobe lighting disrupted me from reading her reaction fully as she swayed to the beat with her head down. When the lighting changed at the beginning of a new song, Gini turned her head slowly to the side. After a few minutes she glanced up through the parting in her hair and met my concerned gaze with a naughty grin.
Honestly, it felt like she had cast a net and I was becoming trapped in it. I’d never met a girl as playful as Lily before, but Gini was definitely beginning to fill that void. Amazed that my comment hadn’t put her off, I began dancing beside her. I followed her lead and within a couple of minutes it was her that re-established physical contact with me. She was edgy and different, and I could feel myself becoming more tangled up in her by the minute.
Chapter 6 ~ Different strokes
Every time Gini touched me, my flesh reacted. Goose bumps broke out when she ran her hands down my spine. My dick ached to breaking point when she turned her back to me and pushed her body against mine. I wanted to rip her knickers off and ride her within an inch of her life.
I’d used the phrase ‘a sure thing’ many times during nights out and I’m not ashamed to say I’ve had my share of one night stands—after all it was almost a given when you’re a half decent looking guy at university like I was. But with Gini I’d never been more certain of how the evening was going to end.
“Do you want to get something else to drink? Or do you want to get out of here?” I looked at her seriously, willing her to choose the second option.
Being in a crowded place was suddenly incredibly annoying and although I had been enjoying my time at the club with her, I really wanted us to be alone. When she opted for another drink my heart sunk a little, all I wanted was somewhere quiet to get to know her better.
As we ordered drinks at the bar, we started talking about how we earned our living. I shared my work in vague terms, before asking her about her career choice and she started to say she worked in the media field as well when she came to an abrupt halt mid-sentence. Suddenly, she dipped her knees digging her hand into one of her dress pockets and taking out her phone, she held up an index finger and signalled to me to wait as she took the call. Tucking some strands of hair behind her ear, she moved the phone from one ear to the other. Her brow furrowed as she placed a finger in her other ear to block out the background noise. I silently watched her, taking in her beauty while she listened intensely to the caller. Shaking her head, Gini bit her lip then raised her voice further in an effort to be heard.
“Hang on I can’t hear you.”
Mouthing a, ‘Sorry,’ to me, she briskly turned and hurried toward the foyer pushing through a couple of girls who looked in her direction then angrily back at each other because she hadn’t been careful where she was going. I looked over to Dave and saw him smile and raise an eyebrow making light of what she’d just done.
“Is that her backup call?” he asked, nodding in the direction of Gini.
“Huh?”
Chuckling, he continued to try to get a rise out of me and inclined his head in the direction of the lobby where I could still see Gini on the phone.
“Oh, you really like this one, Jack? You looked like a kid that dropped their ice-cream when she pulled that phone out of her pocket,” he taunted.
“Dunno, Dave, there’s something different about her but really familiar. Do you understand what I mean?”
Sniggering at me, Dave tilted his head and stared intensely at me before raising his eyebrow.
“Jack, I thought you’d have caught on by now with the number of women you’ve had. They’re all different.”
When I didn’t respond Dave commented further.
“Hmm, if I didn’t know better, I’d say Jack was smitten with the little cutie over there. How do you know her anyway? From the way you were instantly all over each other there’s definitely chemistry, but you both looked like you already knew each other.”
“Her name’s Gini and I met her on the tube this morning.”
“Damn, Jack. Do you stalk the underground looking for women? You seem to have the luck of the Irish. No one speaks on the tube so how come you’re able to pull these beautiful looking women down there? I mean, there were a few before Cat and now this one.”
“Gini… her name is Gini.” I interrupted, repeating her name again and feeling annoyed that he had referred to her as ‘this one’.
I glanced again in the direction of the purple lights of the foyer, and saw that Gini was no longer leaning against the wall where I’d last seen her. My eyes quickly scanned the bodies and faces but she wasn’t anywhere.
After a couple of minutes it dawned on me that she may not be coming back, so I excused myself and went off in search of her. Initially, I hung around the foyer with a drink in my hand and at that point, to most people, it probably looked like I was just having a breather from the noise and crush of the bar. After a few minutes I just knew she wasn’t coming back. During that time I felt conscious of women passing me on their way to the restrooms and then again on the way back. Some smiled or winked suggestively in my direction. I was used to t
hat, it happened a lot. Lily used to get pretty mad when we were talking in public because my eyes roamed. It was usually because girls would look at me and catch my eye. I wasn’t consciously trying to piss her off; it was just that some girls were more adept at getting my attention than others. Gini was very adept.
Slowly, I began to make my way towards the loos and asked a tall skinny girl that came out if a girl fitting Gini’s description was in there. Shaking her head she told me there was no one else in there at all. Turning on my heels again, I craned my neck to see if she was anywhere in the crowd. She wasn’t.
Shoving my way through the crowds of merry clubbers I made it back to the bar thinking that Gini may have gone back to look for me, and we’d somehow missed each other. It would have been understandable in a dark room packed with people who were mulling around.
Glancing towards the foyer again, I noticed it was empty; Gini had obviously left.. I’d been watching the entrance to the bar when she was outside, and I was pretty sure she hadn’t returned.
Disappointed, I figured she must have got a better offer I so went back to the bar. Cat and Sam were just talking and seemed the best bet for me because Dave and Sally were getting on like a house on fire if Dave’s hand resting on her arse was anything to go by.
Sliding into the seat next to Sam I did a double take when I realised they were sitting next to two girls. They looked so similar that they could have been twins, and were even dressed the same. I’d had a few to drink so that may have confused the matter further. Cat introduced me to her friends, Lizzie and Yvonne, and explained that she’d actually met us by chance that evening; she’d originally been on a girl’s night out.
My interest was immediately piqued by the girls because their jobs said a lot about them. Lizzie was a party planner for a sex toy company and Yvonne was a strip-o-gram. Glancing at Sam, I saw him give me a small smirk around his beer bottle before he tossed his head back taking a huge swig when they’d told me what they did for a living. I’d thought they were messing with me, but as we talked more I’d realised they weren’t joking. I kept trying to focus on their names because I just knew I was going to get them mixed up.
It seemed funny that I should find two single girls with those particular careers and skills at one table. They seemed to be so attuned to each other as well. When one spoke the other nodded as if she was thinking exactly the same thing. Their voices were sexy with the hint of an Australian accent, and they were great fun to be around.
When I asked how they had met Cat, Yvonne explained she was at an event where Cat was a guest. Some guy had overstepped his boundaries with Yvonne and tried to sexually assault her, Cat supported her and told her to go to the police and report him. She explained they had been friends ever since.
During the conversation a song came on that I loved but asking one to dance would have meant giving one preferential treatment and because they looked so similar, I couldn’t have chosen between them. To be perfectly frank, in the absence of Gini I fancied the both of them. My dilemma was resolved when Lizzie grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the dance floor.
“Come on, Sexy Jack, show us your moves.”
Yvonne reached out and grabbed my other hand.
“Whoop! Me, too, I really fancy a Jack sandwich.”
Lizzie dropped my hand, leaned closer and slid it down and over the waistband of my jeans, tucking it in my back pocket. I glanced down at her and saw that she was biting the side of her lip by way of a sexy challenge to me. Turning to look over my shoulder in the direction of the bar, Dave’s eyes met mine and he stared back at me with a sickened look on his face. I raised my eyebrow and gave him a smug smirk before throwing my arms around both girls as I led them to the polished wooden dance floor.
Yvonne wasn’t joking about her sandwich comment either, within seconds of us starting to dance she turned her back to me. Her ass slowly grazed back and forth over my groin as she swayed to the music and Lizzie was snug up behind me. By the time the first song had ended I was as stiff as a board with my dick struggling for attention. It ached after having been teased so many times in one night and denied a release.
Two more songs passed before Lizzie swapped places with Yvonne and faced me that time, her fingers instantly sneaked up my firm pecs and tangled in my hair. Her touch made me break out in a rash of goose bumps and to be frank, I’d have shagged anything that moved at that point I was so horny.
Glancing down, Lizzie met my gaze; her eyes glittered with want as she gave me a seductive smile. A second later I felt her pushing the back of my head forwards. She paused when her mouth was an inch away and suddenly she fluttered her tongue across her bottom lip. I was still processing that when she pushed my head closer and began kissing me hungrily.
I had no time to react before Yvonne, who was still behind me and not wanting to be left out, slipped her hands around to my groin. She started to drag my ass away from Lizzie and closer to her hot little body. Hmm, wonder if they are up for a threesome? With that thought my heart started to pound in my chest causing me to almost give up on all sense of decency on the dance floor.
I couldn’t fully lose myself when kissing Lizzie because I couldn’t tell if Yvonne actually knew what Lizzie was doing in front of me. Lizzie’s hands were still in my hair, so I thought that Yvonne might have had no idea what her friend was doing and that they were both hitting on me without the other being aware.
Just as that thought entered my head and without a word, Yvonne let go and came around to stand next to her friend. Lizzie broke the kiss and stepped away. Yvonne took Lizzie’s position and picked up where her friend had left off, exploring my mouth deeply with her tongue. With my fantasy confirmed, I almost burst out of my zipper with excitement of the possibilities the rest of my night held.
When Yvonne kissed me I could really tell the difference, she was an amazing kisser and by the time she broke away, I was breathless. My heart was beating rapidly and my boxers were sticky with the excitement of both, what they could offer and what they were doing to me.
“So, Jack. You seem like a fun guy but this place is getting old, want to come back to our place to continue the party?”
Fuck. Erm…yeah! I stared incredulously at Yvonne, shocked that she should even have to ask me that, hell would have had to freeze over before I’d have been able to ignore that comment. Gini was a distant memory as the girls successfully lifted my mood and the little guy in my underwear. I just grinned salaciously, nodded and allowed myself to be led back to the table.
Cat was sitting on Sam’s lap with her arms draped around his neck looking a little worse for wear. His eyes flicked up to look at both girls and then back to me. Biting back a grin, he nodded at them, but spoke to me.
“You’ve cheered up, Jack. Dirty dancing always seems to perk you up. Want another drink?”
“Oh, Sam, there are parts of me that are definitely perky enough and I’m so thirsty but, it isn’t a drink I need. Besides, looking at these two ladies I think the only drink that would come close to fitting the bill right now is a Slow Comfortable Screw and they don’t sell those in doubles.”
Lizzie chuckled, grinning wickedly as she elbowed me playfully in my side.
“Jack, slow and comfortable isn’t our style, we’re more wet and wild.”
“That’s a wet ride honey, not a drink,” I sniggered with a grin on my face.
Yvonne cut me off by saying, “Exactly.”
Chapter 7 ~ Taxi
Twelve minutes after Yvonne’s comment we were in the back of a taxi with me sandwiched between them again and enjoying the attention I was receiving. Believe me, the girls were very attentive. As Yvonne’s gorgeous pouty mouth fused with mine, Lizzie was fiddling with the fly of my jeans.
Thirty five minutes after my night seemed to be going in one direction with Gini, it had shot off at a tangent and there I was riding off to a whole different fantasy.
We’d all got carried away during the journey back to their place,
but I drew the line when Lizzie bent her head and started to pull my dick free from my underwear in the cab. Those things had CCTV in them. Pulling up in front of the plush St. John’s Wood London apartment block, I was getting pretty lost in my horny feelings when somewhere in the distance, the sound of a male clearing his throat broke through my lusty haze. When I opened my eyes and glanced up, the taxi driver was glaring at us with his mouth pursed closed through the glass partition of his cab. When my eyes met his, he spoke in a gruff cockney accent.
“You might want to take that upstairs, you lucky bugger.”
Staring at his expressionless face I felt a little sheepish at getting so carried away with the heavy petting in his place of work, until I saw the humour in his eyes as he fought to keep a straight face.
“Yeah, sorry. I couldn’t tell the difference between these two, they look so similar. I’m still trying to find something that will help me to identify who’s who.
Chuckling heartily at me, he nodded his head as if in agreement.
“And don’t tell me, even when you’ve had your hands in their knickers, you can’t tell, right?”
I sniggered at his audacity but I couldn’t help but like him.
“Ah! That’s where you’re wrong. I know who’s who now, and I’ll have no problem about mixing them up.”
Shifting in his seat for a better view, he looked long and hard at Lizzie then at Yvonne and sighed heavily because they really were that similar. Finally he turned back to look at me with a defeated expression on his wrinkled face.
“Okay, you’re going to have to tell me. I have no idea what you’re seeing. They’re like peas in a pod.”
Smirking knowingly, I shrugged my shoulders. “Well it wasn’t so hard really. I just had to think logically. I’m a multi-sensory kind of guy, so although I found it difficult on sight, I just had to use my body to tell me who was who. They kiss differently and now I’ve been around them for a while, I know they wear different perfume, and I know one other difference between the two.”
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