I didn’t answer right away, concentrating on adjusting my sandals.
Or what if it was the other way around, and I was showing too much flesh and looked desperate?
Just as I was starting to panic, Greg suddenly tightened his grip on my hand.
Lost in the feeling of his tongue exploring my mouth, I barely noticed his hands trailing down my body, until I felt my dress being pulled up my thigh. ” “Very smart.” Greg’s fingers trailed over the thin fabric of my knickers, pressing delicately in to trace the shape of my pussy lips, then slid underneath to stroke along the folds.
I couldn’t help myself; I leaned back against the alley wall, pushing my hips against his hand.
“Hey – come over here a minute.” He pulled me away from the club doorway and around the side of the building into a narrow alley, lit by a single streetlight. ” I was worried that he might have changed his mind after all.
Despite all my nerves, I knew I’d be disappointed if we just turned around and went home.“I just wanted to tell you …” He looked me up and down, then leaned in, putting his hands on my waist.“I just wanted to tell you how gorgeous you look tonight.” Relieved, I told him, “You look pretty good yourself, babe.” It was true. Lit by the dim streetlight, I could just see the curve of his lips as he smiled, teasing me.He was hesitant at first, not wanting to make me insecure or feel inadequate, but slowly he opened up and told me some stories from his life back in Sydney before he moved to Brisbane.I was amazed at some of the things he told me about; watching a virtual stranger with your partner, mutual masturbation with couples fucking in the same room, sex with multiple partners … Just the thought of introducing strangers into our sex life, other hands and tongues and dicks and pussies, got me hot.I was wearing the sexiest dress I possessed – a flowing green silk knee-length number gathered just under the breasts, with a deep plunging neckline.