Oliver
The little convertible is not a three-seater car. It doesn’t worry me too much since I’m driving, but I’m feeling for Lucas who’s squashed in the back.
Sofie doesn’t seem to mind that every time I change gears, my hand touches her. On the contrary, she seems to love it.
When I pull up outside The Mist, an exclusive member-only nightclub, I put a note into the hand of the doorman and ask him to get someone to park my car.
I’m too keyed-up and already gearing to fucking get Sofie on the dance floor. And I want to order her a flash cocktail.
Lucas peels himself out of the backside and joins us. My hand rests on Sofie’s ass. I let my index finger draw little imaginary circles there.
My fucking cock is complaining about the restraint. A cool drink should help me.
Inside, I catch the eye of the manager, and he leads me to the VIP suite. It’s near the front of the bar, but to the right. From here, no one can see in, but we can see the world.
“Drinks?”
Sofie’s eyes are fixed on the giant dragon draped from one end of the bar to the other. He’s got a big golden head, with glowing eyes and his tongue poking out. His thin body snakes along the wall. I guess he’s several meters long. During the day, he’s gold, but at night, he transforms into a bluish-purple color with green eyes.
“Wow,” mouths Sofie, and I love the way she absorbs the tiniest details of this new experience.
“He’s pretty cool, isn’t he?” Lucas slides next to Sofie’s right.
“Cool?” she shakes her head and laughs. “He’s fucking amazing, awesome, out of this world.”
I signal a waiter.
“Three house special cocktails,” I order and watch the scantily dressed waitress move away. She’s pretty hot, but not a patch on Sofie.
I look at Sofie, who’s listening to something Lucas saying.
Already, some of the clouds I saw on her face before has blown away. I swear, if that dickhead Greg were to show his fucking face near me, I’d punch his fucking lights out.
Lucky for him, I haven’t had the pleasure.
I see Sofie’s eyes turn into those puppy eyes I adore and notice the waitress head to our table with tall glasses filled with a rainbow of colors. A swirly straw is poking out the top, and there are fruit slices on the edge of the glass.
Fucking interesting is how I would describe the look of the drink.
I watch Sofie’s face as she takes a sip. Her nose wrinkles a little as the cool liquid assaults her taste buds. Her eyes widen, and then they get a dreamy look about them.
From her expression, I’d say the drink is a success.
After a while of easy conversation, Sofie starts wiggling her ass on the seat.
“Dance, anyone?”
We follow her to the dance floor. As she starts moving her body to the rhythm of the music, a kaleidoscope of colored beams crosses her body. It gives her a rather surreal look.
Swaying my hips slightly, my gaze is fixed on Sofie.
Her curvaceous body sways side to side. She spins a full circle and then dances on the spot again. Her hands are wandering down her body, caressing her abdomen, her back, and her own ass.
I can see her eyes are half closed. She throws her head back, arching her lower back at the same time. Snake-like, she follows the music.
Her spell is drawing me in. I move closer to her. I get in behind her and let my hands rest on her hips.
I let her guide me. All I do is follow.
Sensual. Sexy. Alluring.
She’s all those things and so much more. I see Lucas dancing to her left. He’s the most relaxed around music I’ve ever seen him.
My hips push into her ass. We melt into one another.
I feel her hands reach behind her and rub the side of my legs.
Inside my pants, my fucking cock is throbbing, demanding to be freed.
Sofie’s earlier sadness and disappointment seems to have left her.
I’m glad.
The song stops, and she opens her eyes.
She does not leave me.
A faster, pop song comes on, and Sofie starts moving again. This time her body bounces up and down and jumps side to side.
I can see her tits want to join in on the movement. My own body is matching hers. We rock and we roll until another slow number comes back.
Her body melts back into mine. My hands go back to her hips and my thumbs rub the side of her hips. As she pushes further into me, I let my hands travel downward.
I can hear a little moan from her lips.
My lips find the back of her neck, and I nibble on her ear lobe.
She turns without warning and presses her pussy against my pulsing dick.
“You’re a teasing fucking slut,” I whisper into her ear. In response, her body presses even firmer into mine.
Without a word, I grab her and almost drag her back to our executive suite.
Once we’re seated, my hand instantly wanders up the inside of her leg. Lucas is on the other side and kissing her neck.
I watch his lips caress and his teeth nibble on her delicate skin.
My index finger has found the opening to her very fucking wet pussy.
There’s a tremble through her body as I play with her clit. I roll and push and pinch it. She spreads her legs open for me.
“That’s my good little vixen.”
Her hands find my thigh, and she’s massaging my fucking massive cock through my pants. I’m not sure what her other hand’s doing but I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s giving Lucas the same treatment.
I pull my hand away to get something from our drink.
With the ice cube between my fingers, I rub the opening of her pussy with it. Sofie squeals. The music is so fucking loud, though, no one can hear her.
“If you keep squealing, I might need to punish you even more,” I whisper into her ear, and she groans.
With so much heat around, my ice cube melts pretty quickly.
Now I let my finger enter her.
“I know you want me to fuck you here and now, don’t you?”
I watch her nod and lick her lips.
“You do want me to keep going, don’t you?”
Again, she nods.
I don’t need no more fucking encouragement.
Slowly, I push into her as far as I can. Once I’m right inside of her pulsing pussy, I hook my finger over and push into her sweet spot. Another squeal.
“What’s that? You can’t fucking get enough of me can you?”
She shakes her head, and her eyes plead with me.
“I think some of your behavior needs to be fucking punished, don’t you agree?”
“Oh, yes,” she whispers and thrusts her hips a little forward to meet my fingers.
Lucas leaves her neck and finds her lips. I see him kiss her, and she responds. His hand’s wandering to her breast.
I keep working on in the inside of her fucking hot pussy.
“I know you fucking want this,” I keep muttering into her ear.
I want to make sure she totally forgets the fuckwit Greg. And I’m sure right now she’s not thinking about him or his stupid petty little complaint.
My index finger comes out again. Sofie looks at me. It’s a pleading look.
I’m sure her eyes are saying ‘what the fuck are you doing moving your finger out? Push it back in.’
I grin. “Fucking little slut can’t get enough, can she?”
She shakes her head.
“I better fucking keep going, then.”
And I do.
Instead of using just my index finger, I push two of my fingers into her and start fingerfucking her as hard and as fast as I can.
Lucas keeps kissing her.
As I increase my speed, she’s massaging my dick faster and harder. I wish I could free him and give Sofie fucking free access, but it’s not possible.
So I keep pushing my fingers into her fucking pussy as hard and as fast as I can.
I can feel her little electric shockwaves pulse through her body. The inside wall of her pussy’s starting to contract, get tighter and tighter with each push. They’re grabbing onto my finger, not wanting to let them go.
I keep pushing.
Sofie’s moved off Lucas’ lips and has thrown her head back. Her breathing is fast and shallow.
She’s not far from coming.
I increase my tempo some more and then use my other hand to keep pushing on her clit. This is too much for her, and I feel all of the muscles contract and spasm. Her nipples are pushing through her tight flimsy top, that’s how hard they are.
Sofie’s erupting volcano-like in orgasmic pleasure. Her fingers are gripping my cock hard, and I feel my own little firework explosion in my body even though I’m not having an orgasm. I feel Sofie’s absolute pleasure.
Her muscles spasm for several more minutes. My fingers are trapped inside of her tightly clenched pussy. I don’t care.
Sofie’s face reflects total satisfaction and complete happiness.
I’ve managed to erase the fucking bad experience called Greg.
Fucking fantastic.
Sofie deserves to unwind and be spoiled.
I can’t fucking get men like Greg. If you’re not going to fucking treat your girlfriend like a queen, why bother having one?
“I think we need to move somewhere a little more private so we can properly punish you, Sofie.” I say and make to stand.