2 comments/ 13853 views/ 2 favorites Elle's Night Out Ch. 01 By: ElleLondon Elle leaned against the bar, hunching her shoulders in a way that she knew made her breasts look irresistible to barmen. It worked, and she caught his eye, then flashed him a smile and rolled her shoulders a little, giving them a little wiggle. He approached, and she ordered a drink - just a white wine, nothing crazy. "Just the one?" he asked as he pulled a bottle from the fridge and got to work on the cork. "Surely you aren't by yourself?" Elle smiled coyly, and she did it so well that he never suspected she wasn't genuine. There was nothing coy about her, of course. "I'm here with my roommate. She saw some guy she worked with and they disappeared about ten minutes ago" she explained. The barman, whose nametag said Thomas, finished pouring the wine and slid it gently towards her. The glass finished a few inches away from her cleavage, and for a moment they both looked down at it, grins tugging at both of their lips. Elle loved this kind of tension, the little flirtation with a stranger. Finally, she looked up. "I figure by now she has his cock in her mouth. They might be a while". Thomas cast his gaze up and down the bar, and leaned in. "Well listen. You hop up on that barstool, and this one's on me. I'm a little busy, but I can keep you company and make sure you don't get pestered. In that dress, I'm sure you've been hit on plenty already". He grinned as she blushed at the compliment, and watched as she slid her full, round behind onto the bar stool and hitched her feet onto the supports. Long, smooth legs that went all the way up to the tiniest dress, with a hemline so short he could see that her panties were black lace. She had a flat stomach and a small waist but full hips and C-cup breasts that were tucked into the strapless dress, black and soft and perfectly fitted. She sipped her drink. "Don't let me stop you. But thank you". Elle turned on the stool to survey the club. Music thumped and bodies writhed together, bouncing and sweaty and carnal. Lovers cast each other knowing looks and people met, flirted and tangled their tongues under the lights. It was all very exciting, she was sure, but she felt like she had done this a hundred times before. You meet someone, you talk it up a little, and then later you get lost on the floor, kissing him furiously while he presses his hard cock against you. Sometimes you take them home, sometimes you just do what Samantha is doing to Gregg or Glenn or whoever it was she had taken into the bathroom. A couple caught her attention. Tucked into the corner, a girl was pressed hard against a man, and they were making out furiously. But as she stood against him, her legs spread far enough for him to put his knee between them, Elle noticed something. Beneath the hem of her tiny red skirt, she could see his fingers working her pussy. She was getting fingered right there in the club! Elle gasped a little, but couldn't look away. She had always loved to watch, and here was one of her biggest fantasies, happening right in front of her. Her clit immediately tingled in her panties and she pressed her thighs together as she watched. He was rubbing her pussy long and slow, over her panties, which were white. She was grinding her hips into his hand, and his other hand was wrapped around her, grabbing onto her ass and keeping her close. Soon that hand began to slide down and lift her skirt just the tiny little inch or so it needed to reveal what he was doing. Elle looked up... and met his eyes. She was so focused on what he was doing to her clearly wet pussy, she hadn't noticed they had stopped kissing. The girl's face was buried in his neck as he teased her clit with little flicks, and he was watching Elle over her shoulder. That's why he lifted her skirt - he wanted Elle to watch! Elle took another sip of her wine, then let her hand drop to rest on her thighs, just inches away from her own burning pussy. She was so turned on she could already feel her juices slick in her panties, which slid over her bare pussy lips as she wiggled in her seat. She knew she could never get away with touching herself here, but fuck, she wanted to. Thomas the barman looked over at Elle, and noticed her nipples poking through her dress, rock hard little points as she gazed out at the crowd. He walked close and followed her gaze, just in time to see the man's hand spread the girl's ass cheeks apart, then tug her thong string to the side and push a finger inside her pussy. Elle let out a little breath, her clit throbbing in her panties. She could only think about how wet she was, how her pussy throbbed, and as she watched some stranger's pussy get rubbed and teased before her, she could almost feel it happening to herself, she wanted it so bad. The man had whispered to the woman, and began to turn her around. Thomas darted his eyes around the club, quickly surveying their likelihood of getting caught. They were tucked far enough into the corner, in a dark enough spot, that they would probably be safe. Knowing that Elle was watching and getting so visibly turned on was making his dick hard too. He looked at her nipples, so stiff, and noted that she kept squeezing her thighs together. He could only imagine how wet she was, and my god, he was imagining it. The woman was now facing them, and her partner had pulled her close to him with one hand that had reached around and yanked her tiny panties to one side, and was already stroking her clit. Her skirt was pulled just high enough for Elle and Thomas to see her exposed pussy lips, but her dress was so short that didn't need to be pulled up very far. His other hand was cupping her breast, squeezing her nipple through her dress. Her hands were behind her, clearly rubbing his cock. He worked on her clit at the same time, rubbing it just the way Elle loved, increasing speed gradually as his hand slid back and forth across it. She must be getting close. Suddenly the lights flipped on in the bar area. Some people groaned, and Elle snapped back to reality as she realised where she was. Some people had already began to make their way to the doors. She cast her eyes back at the couple, still shrouded in the darkness of the dancefloor part of the club. She was obviously on the brink of orgasm, as the man pinched her nipple hard and worked her pussy frantically, his arms controlling her body and keeping her standing as she gave herself over to cumming. Elle slowly turned the barstool back to the bar, jumping a little when Thomas was standing right there. He dried a glass with a white towel and raised an eyebrow. "Well, they were being very bad indeed" he said softly. Elle looked down sheepishly, then back up to meet his eyes with a cheeky grin a moment later. "Some girls get all the luck" she quipped. "So your friend didn't come back?" he asked. She shook her head, glitter in her eyes. "What time do you finish?" Elle's Night Out Ch. 02 Elle couldn't even feel the cold. She was standing on the street waiting for a taxi, and the barman she had just met not fifteen minutes earlier was standing right behind her. He pressed against her, his hands on either side of her hips, gently pulling her towards him. She writhed, rolling her round asscheeks over his hard cock, teasing him. There were a few people in front of them in the queue at the taxi stand, and lots behind them, but because everyone was facing forwards no one noticed it. Thomas leaned in as he pressed her ass against him more firmly and whispered, "So did you enjoy watching that woman get her pussy rubbed in front of everyone?" Elle's clit burned in her panties, already soaking wet. Inside the club, Thomas had caught her watching a couple on the corner of the dancefloor. Thomas couldn't stop thinking about the effect it had on her pussy - he knew it would be soaking wet already and his cock ached with his need to feel the slippery soft skin against his shaft. "I enjoyed you watching me watch them" she whispered back with a giggle, sliding his hands up onto her full breasts as the queue shuffled forward. They were next now, and Elle made eye contact with the taxi driver as he pulled up, who quickly dropped his eyes to Thomas pinching Elle's nipples through her tiny black tube dress. Thomas let Elle get in first, and held the door as she climbed in. He ran a hand over her ass as she did, brushing his fingertips over her pussy. Elle's skin tingled, her panties so slick now he would barely need to pull them aside. They settled into the back seat, and Elle gave the driver the name of her apartment building, which was on the outskirts of town. He nodded, then adjusted his mirror to give himself a better view. This must be a regular occurance, maybe an occupational hazard. He didn't seem to mind. As soon as the car started moving, Thomas's lips were on hers, kissing her hard and slow, his tongue already gently teasing hers. One arm was around her neck, hanging down onto her tits, where it was already dipping inside her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he began rolling her nipple between his fingers, flicking and tweaking it. She moaned into his mouth, and as his other hand began to move up the inside of her thighs, she parted her legs and shifted her hips forward. She opened her eyes now, and immediately saw the reflection of the taxi driver's face in the mirror, his eyes fixed on her pussy as he waited at a red light. She couldn't help herself from moaning when Thomas' fingers finally found it. She broke the kiss and looked down, watching as his fingers expertly stroked her pussy lips, one finger remaining in the centre to apply just the right amount of pressure to her clit. His breath was ragged when he sucked her earlobe between his lips, then spoke in a low voice, "You're just as wet as I was imagining you were". He pushed her panties to one side, finally making skin contact with her pussy, and immediately pushing two fingers deep inside her. She gasped, unable to even find the words to reply, almost on the brink of orgasm already. As he began to pump his fingers, she said in a small breathless voice, "I've been imagining this. Your fingers inside me. You have no idea how desperate I've been for your cock". "This cock?" he said, pushing the back of her head down towards it, where he had been tugging it out of his pants as she spoke. She gripped it hard and let her breath rush over it while he moved his hands behind her to reach her pussy. "I'm going to fuck your throat, and then I'm going to fuck your pussy" he growled, pressing her head down onto his cock, almost forcing it between her lips. She squeezed it, stopping it, and slid her tongue over the head instead, beginning to rub his cock as she finally let it sink into her mouth. Thomas looked up, the taxi driver watching intently, and he had pulled into a car park. There were other taxis parked around, and the drivers all stood around their cars. Their driver flashed his lights, and a group of four or five others began to walk over, immediately seeing the couple in the back seat. His cock throbbed as she bounced her head on it, knowing that they were all looking at her, and it was his cock that she was sucking dry. She had noticed them too, because she rotated her body without ever taking his cock out of her mouth, so that her ass was high and perky and facing a window. "You're a dirty girl" he growled, letting the men crowd around the window, looking at her soaking wet shaved pussy, so in need of fucking. She smiled, sitting upright, pulling her dress down to expose her breasts. "Punish me." she replied, swinging one leg over him to straddle him, and positioning his cock so it was right at the entrance of her pussy, her lips holding the tip of his cock in position and her juices coating it, even beginning to drip down his shaft. His cock felt like it was about to explode, and he needed to fuck her, now. "You're a very bad, very dirty girl" he said, as he grabbed her by the hips, flipped her onto the seat on her back, lifted her up and slid his cock into her pussy in one swift movement. She moaned as he filled her, his thick cock stretching her tight little hole, almost hurting her but she couldn't even care. Immediately he started to fuck her, slow at first but hard, forcing his cock into her over and over while the crowd at the window looked on. She looked at them, half ashamed and half aroused, as they saw him fucking her harder than she had ever been fucked before, until the edge of her orgasm felt like it would never end, and still further. His slowly increasing speed quickly made her cum on his cock, and she squeezed her nipples as she did, pulsing and squeezing on his dick until he couldn't take it and came too, pumping load after load inside her. They collapsed in a smiling embrace, eventually sitting up and straightening their clothes. The driver signalled the guys outside the car, and then took off to her building, which was just around the corner. When they reached it, Thomas had been holding Elle close in the back of the taxi, gently rubbing his cum into her pussy lips as it leaked out of her, promising she wouldn't sleep tonight. "No charge, sir" said the driver, winking at him and speeding away. Elle unlocked her door.