Chapter 3

With a predatory gleam in her eyes Sandy took a step towards him, then another. Something about her expression made him feel more victim than seducer and he began to back up cautiously, holding his hands up in the universal gesture of surrender.

His heels brushed against something and he glanced over his shoulder, realising he was trapped. A dark leather sofa behind him and the girl in front of him. The booth she had steered him into was dark and private, at the rear of the club and he could see fear in his eyes as he looked at his reflection in the mirrored columns surrounding them.

Nervously his eyes flicked round, looking for an escape route, uncomfortable at the sudden shift in power.

He dragged his gaze back to hers, watching her mouth twist into a smirk as she lifted a hand to his shoulder and pushed.

In slow motion it seemed, he fell backwards, finding himself engulfed by the soft cushions before she placed a hand on each of his knees and bent forward from the waist.

The movement pushed her firm breasts up and together and they dangled enticingly just in front of his face as she gently swayed to the music.

Bending her knees slightly she moved her hips from side to side as she leant forward, brushing the tops of her soft breasts over his lips before taking a step back and standing, running her hands teasingly down her body as she undulated in front of him.

He reached out a hand to touch her but she slapped it away, letting her hands roam back to her breasts, then down to gradually lift the hem of her skirt as she danced, until he thought he could almost see her underwear peeping out from underneath.

Swinging her hips she turned and bent slowly, presenting him with her lush ass and dripping pussy, barely concealed by the sodden panties she wore. Still dancing she wiggled herself nearer to his face, her legs parting as she moved closer until she was almost straddling him, her eyes in the mirror catching his and locking onto them as she grinned and licked her lips.

The smell of her this close to his face made his mouth water and he reached out his tongue to press against her, flicking the tip of it against her satin covering and watching as she jerked in surprise before moving away slightly, trying to regain control.

Grabbing her hips tight with his hands he pulled her back so that her sopping cunt was pressed against his face, and he began to move in earnest, using a combination of teeth, nose and tongue to push the fabric to one side so he could lick her properly without the barrier.

Sandy could feel her knees trembling as she struggled to stay upright with his tongue stroking across her swollen clit. She could feel the tension gathering and pooling between her thighs as he alternated between nibbling her outer lips, flicking his tongue over her heated flesh and sucking deep into his mouth, his nose pressed up against her dripping hole and his fingers digging in to her waist as he held firm against her panicked little struggles. Catching a glance of her flushed face in one of the mirrored columns she was shocked and more than a little turned on to see herself looking so abandoned. He caught her gaze in the mirror and winked before her eyes drifted shut and thoughts of anything other than the way her was touching her vanished.

Her universe had shrunk to just his tongue and what it was doing to her. A hundred people could have been watching her and she wouldn't have noticed and the thought both scared and aroused her.