are in a small office, with nothing but a chair in the corner and a huge window that looks out into the club. “Where are we?” “In a VIP booth. Now turn to face the window.” “But they’ll see us?” “No they won’t, it’s not real.”It suddenly dawns on me that the mirror I’d used upon entry is the window we are now looking our of. “Sexy!” “Necessary. I can’t wait until we get home. Face the window, lady.” I do as I’m told, without question then hear the telltale scrap of chair legs on the marble floor, as he drags the chair into place behind me. His hands find my hips and at the slightest tug, I allow myself to be drawn back against his body, positioning myself onto his lap - my legs stretched open. God he smells good. “Comfy?” I lean back over my shoulder. “Yes.” My lips are captured in his, our tongues meet, wet and invading, demanding. His hand locates my breast, squeezing it, rubbing my nipple through the fabric of my dress and shockwaves of pleasure buzz through me, zapping every nerve ending awake. I break free from his kiss and on a sigh roll my head against his chest, my eyes narrowed with lust but now focused on the club scene in front of me; dancers gyrate to the beat, which can be heard in our small VIP booth. I lick my lips, feeling daring, Seb’s hand are on my breast, his cock underneath my hard and ready to go, I grind my bottom onto him in circles, arching my back, as I consider the people in the crowds, wouldn’t they like to know who was beyond these doors. I separate my legs further, opening my self up to him, the zip on my dress raised to my hip. I am naked beneath, completely on show to the man dancing on the other side of the mirror - I feel empowered and it thoroughly turns me on. “You like that do you, baby.” His fingers grasp my inner thighs, sliding inwards with exquisite slowness until finally he plunders me, with one then two fingers and I arch, moaning at the invasion, welcoming it, opening my legs wider. “That’s it baby; open yourself for me. Only me. Every man out there wants you but I’m the only one that will make you come - the only man that will have you. You’re safe in here.” His finger swoops up and makes contact with my clit, on those words, and I moan into the darkened room. “Oh yes, Seb.” My dress is open to the waist, leaving me entirely vulnerable, his fingers fucking me, collecting my juices, rubbing my erect nub and then plunging into me, and my rocking increases to create friction. His hand holds my jaw and I twist in his arms, desperate for more contact, his mouth, skin. “Stay still!” he voice is hoarse. I choose to nibble his thumb, at my jaw, taking it into my mouth, sucking hard. His swirls around my clit increase and I feel the thrum begin low down inside me. “Oh, baby, yes.” Just as the explosion is ready to pop, the window in front of me transforms and I blink, clearing my eyes, as I try to focus on the image of two people getting down and dirty - very down and dirty. The mans fingers, thrusting inside of the woman’s pussy, everything on show, her breasts freed and erect, her eyes knowing and full of wanton confidence; full lips sucking desperately upon the man long fingers in tandem to his invasions - Seb’s fingers. That woman is me! My own gasp is the tip that breaks the seal of my impending orgasm, allowing it to spill out freely from my body and lips. “Oh, my fucking God!” “Keep watching - every flush, twitch, change in your body as you come down off that cliff. I’m here. I do this to you. Only me.” We say our goodbyes in seconds. Na’s knowing grin understanding and I have the good grace to shrug and smile back at our desperation. We leave him drinking with jean-Claude and some friends and with Seb’s hand tightly in mine, pulling me hastily; we head in the direction of the exit, his other hand on the phone, as he speaks into it purposefully. We head down two flights of steps, down a
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