1. Stacy's Story - Part 2


    Date: 6/28/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Incest, Male/Female, Masturbation, Written by women, Author: Paige Turner, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

    into the club. The first thing I noticed as we entered the club was the heat, it washed over my body and made me feel slightly faint, but I soon got used to it. We walked in to a huge open area; there was a large wooden dance floor that took up about 70% of the floor space on which there must have been more than 150 people dancing to the loud music. They were playing something with a heavy beat which vibrated through the floor and up my body. The remaining space was taken up with a large carpeted area that was like a long strip along the side of the dancing area, on this strip was the bar which ran almost the length of the room and a large amount of tables and chairs and, up against the remaining wall space there was a long bench with padded seats and a cushiony back rest. Right at the back of the room there was a corridor on which there were signs indicating that the restrooms were at the end of the passageway. We made our way towards the bar and Paul ordered each of us a bottle of some foreign lager type drink. We took our drinks and went to sit down on the padded bench next to each other, there was a small table there, which we set our drinks on and swung our legs under. For a while we sat there watching the people dance and I sipped at the drink which had a ridiculously long name, it tasted nice enough, although I doubt people buy the drink for the taste as much as the alcohol content. “What do you think?” Paul shouted to me, his voice barely audible over the noise of ...
    the music and the other noise of people laughing, shouting and dancing. “It’s ok,” I shouted back. “It’s really hard to hear you though!” Paul smiled and for a while we made small talk and finished our drinks. “Shall we have a go at dancing?” Paul asked. “I don’t know,” I responded. “I don’t know how! I’ve never danced in a place like this; shall we have another drink first?” I was trying to do two things, firstly I wanted to stall the embarrassment of trying to dance and, secondly, I felt that if I *was* going to be on the dance floor then I needed some more courage, in liquid form. With a smile Paul agreed and quickly we were both working on our second bottle. Ashamedly, by the time I’d finished my second bottle, I was feeling rather tipsy. I had barely eaten all day and the alcohol had obviously found its way to my head. Feeling slightly intoxicated my inhibitions subsided and I at last agreed to accompany my brother to the dance floor. I took comfort in the fact that as there were so many people around us it was less likely anyone would take any notice of us. We draped our coats over our table and we walked towards the wooden section of the floor. We walked onto the dancing area and quickly we were swallowed up by the crowd. I mimicked the actions of the other girls around me with my arms in the air and trying desperately to move my feet in a way that might be considered rhythmic. I felt incredibly foolish but I was happy to see that my brother was also struggling with the ...
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