On a night out with his mates, Paul got an offer he couldn’t refuse.
I was at this club with a few mates. We had a table right by the speakers and it was really loud. When this girl came over, I assumed she was a friend of a friend. She sat next to me and for the first ten minutes or so we just exchanged smiles. The music was too loud for much else. Then she put her mouth right to my ear and said, “I really want to wank you off.”
Now, that was a first. I get offers, sure. Filthy offers sometimes. But I’d never had anything like this before. I mean, I’m OK looking, I guess. Not bad. I work out and play sports, I’m tall, I’ve finally figured out how to make my hair look good, but even so, nothing like this had ever happened to me before.
I looked at her. She was small and petite, dark-haired. Pretty. She raised her eyebrows questioningly at me. I didn’t know what to do. I nodded. Then I felt her hand under the table. She unzipped my fly and slid easily inside. My dick was already hard. She stroked me once and straight away I had to stop myself from gasping. I looked around the table. My best friend Mikey nodded to me and smiled. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end. He couldn’t know, could he? I smiled back. Mikey turned and looked out at the dance floor. I swallowed.
I was her prisoner. The way she was holding me, the way she was making me feel. I couldn’t even get up and walk away. With my trousers undone? With my erection jutting up in the air? As she moved her hand against my cock – now firm, now fast, now teasingly slow – all I could do was sit there and take it.
I was getting so close so quickly. The track throbbing out of the huge speakers changed into something even more driving and gritty. She started moving her hand in time with the beat. Oh God, I was so close. But I had to know why she was doing this. I just had to.
I looked at the girl. She wasn’t really looking at me, more out towards the bar. But she must have felt my eyes on her because she turned and gave me the same quick empty smile that Mikey had given me, except all the time she was pumping my dick. I leaned close to her. “Why are you doing this?”
Her hand stopped moving, which made me buck my hips hard, so hard I could have almost upturned the table with my dick. Her expression flickered. She’d found that funny. She leaned close to me, her hand moving very gently now, just enough to hold me on the edge, to make me unable to think about much else. “I just like seeing men’s faces when they come.”
Her hand pumped twice. My knuckles went white as my fingers gripped the edge of the table. I was coming for her, using every bit of self-control I had not to moan out loud.
She smiled at me.
She took her hand away. When she brought her hand up from under the table and absently put it to her mouth, I felt like I might be about to get hard again.
The track changed. Something lighter, dancier. Over the twinkling sounds of the intro the girl cried, “Oh wow, I love this song!”, and got up, twirling over to the dance floor, instantly lost in the throng.
I looked over at Mikey. Mikey smiled vaguely at me again. “You know that girl?” he shouted over the music.
I shook my head.
I never saw her again.
