Alleyway- Plenty Of Fish

I met Jason on 'Plenty Of Fish' dating website. Back then it was quite popular site for meeting new people for casual dating.

The guy loved to dance more than any other man I’ve ever met! He was a great mover actually and knew how to use his body, moving to the beat better than I can do!

Well, you know what they say about good dancers? Is it true? You’ll just have to keep reading to find out, won’t you! 

We went on club nights, where we’d dance the night away, always on Saturday nights.

 

He was a good looking young student, who stayed in a house share with some friends.

This particular night that I met him, I showed up in a short red dress that Chris De Burgh would have been proud of! Sexy black stocking and heels, as always!

 

“Wow you look really sexy tonight” said Jason when he saw me. His eyes bulging near out of his sockets as he stood and drooled for a second! I blushed and said thank you.

I really love to be complimented by men, when they say things like “You look so beautiful” or “Your hair looks amazing” or even “You’ve got such a nice body” it makes me feel so warm and appreciated and certainly turns me on. 

Anyway, we began walking to the club from his house, which we always did. He lived very close to Brighton town centre and the club was near to the pier. 

I loved going out there, so many people out having fun and enjoying life, I always thought that Brighton was such a happy place to live. 

I decided that most coastal towns are similar to this. Almost as if the ocean brings with it, a peacefulness and tranquillity that can’t be found in land or in big cities. They’re too stressful and busy with everyone rushing around headless or stuck to their phones, too busy to take life in. 

There always seemed to be trouble happening somewhere on a night out in London, but not so much in Brighton. It had a far more chilled out vibe to it and that’s why I loved it so much!

The club was packed; it always was on a Saturday night. It was one of the most popular nightclubs in East Sussex.

Once in we began on the shots, as loud house music pumped out across the club, with sweaty people moving and mingling amongst us, trying desperately to keep hold of their drinks and stop them spilling as they dared to make the bold trip through a barrage of bodies to the dance floor. 

The bar staff swept swiftly up and down the bar, keeping a pace with all the orders being shouted in at them. How they can actually hear anything above the music I’ll never know. 

Eventually we cut onto the dance floor, throwing shapes for nearly an hour when Jason had to exit for the toilets. 

I was alone on the packed floor and loving the music, so I carried on boogieing on my own. That was until a tall handsome man came dancing up to me. 

He smiled and made it really obvious from the start that he was making a play for me, but he was fun and we danced together for some time.

He was nice, really friendly and I was enjoying jiving with him, he had a good vibe about him, I could just tell and he never tried to touch me, although I knew he must have been interested.

Suddenly Jason reappeared from the toilets. 

He came bowling up to my new friend on the dance floor, and I honestly thought there was going to be a fight, right in front of me. 

I could see the undiluted anger in Jason’s eyes.

It was almost like that scene from Scarface inside the club, when Tony Montana catches a man dancing up against his little sister.

“What the fuck are you doing man?” he said confronting the dancing guy, pushing him back in the process. 

He then grabbed hold of my hand and frog marched me out of the club.

I felt so rotten and I hadn’t even done anything wrong, nor had my new friend actually. He probably had no idea I was with another guy.

I tried to apologize to him but he was seething with such jealously and raging envy at what the young man might have been planning to do with me, that he just couldn’t think straight.

The fact that he was so utterly annoyed meant to me that he must have been dying of jealously and this thought really began to turn me on quite a lot. I started to feel better somehow.

Jason was still really pissed and we walked in silence for a while.

As the deafening silence went on and on, filled only with the noises of people surrounding us and with him seemingly unable to even look at me let alone utter a word, I started to feel bad as if I’d ruined his night out and I knew how much he loved going clubbing, usually. 

Nothing like this had ever happened on our other dates. 

As the guilt started to rapidly eat away at me, I needed a drink; unfortunately it didn’t take much for me to need a drink in my hand during this time as I was rapidly descending into alcoholism. 

Burdened with the bad feelings of our night out, I asked  Jason to buy me some vodka. 

I really needed a drink.

After buying me a bottle, he told me that the night was over for him and he just wanted to go home. 

I felt that he’d been so enraged at what just occurred in the club that he truly hated me. With feelings as strong as this in a man as they were with Jason that night, lust and hate have a very thin line between them.

We began sharing the bottle, passing it between us, swigging and slowly getting drunk as we walked back in his house.

I felt the need to keep on reiterating to him just how sorry I was, and I did feel really bad and hurt. 

I started to get annoyed with myself and question why had I not just told the guy I was with someone? 

Honestly at the time I just didn’t see the harm or could have predicted that Jason have reacted in such a way. 

I felt so broke as I walked in sadness.

Then suddenly like a rush of blood to the head and in Jason's case to his penis, he pushed me up against a wall we were drunkenly passing by, he pushed me hard against it. 

I knew he had the prick in his eyes as he began to kiss me hard and passionately whilst holding my hands tightly against the brick behind me.

I was quite tipsy by now and was so desperate to make it up to him for what happened, so I responded right back to his deep snog. 

He was kissing so hard that he didn’t care about either of us coming up for air. His tongue was fucking my mouth with so much force that I knew that he was gagging to take me, right there and then up against that wall.

After a lot of frantic kissing, I knew he must have been getting really hard by now and I knew that he wouldn’t be able to contain himself for much longer. 

He had to have me. 

I suggested we go back to his place to give us some privacy whilst we can do it together properly. He had room mates though, so that wouldn’t work!

The moment cooled as neither of us could host, me being in shared house too and he decided that our potentially steamy liaison would have to wait for another day as he had an early start in the morning too.

As we resumed walking back to his place, Jason just couldn’t keep his hands off me. 

Trouble is he was already so deeply aroused from our tongue fucking session that he just couldn’t stop himself. 

He continued to touch and tease me as we walked. By now I knew how horny he must have been. 

To get back to Jason's house, we passed by a narrow alleyway, it was private and secluded 

and he knew that this was his chance as he was now so desperate for me that he couldn’t take it any longer. 

This time he threw me up against the wall of the alleyway, and began exactly where he’d left off on the previous wall. 

He dived straight into me again, kissing me with even more ferocity than the first time, he was so aggressive that I knew it’d been a long time since he’d last had sex. 

He had that craving and yearning which was now me, right in front of him. His heart must have been jumping out of his chest in excitement, he began to shake slightly as he touched me, unable to control the mighty lust that was taking him over.

As he pushed hard onto my mouth; so much so that we could both feel each other’s teeth bashing against our lips as we snogged.

Then he pulled up my sexy little red dress and turned me around with urgency so that my face was looking straight into the wall.

Unzipping his pants, he grabbed his eager cock and tried to get inside me.

Not being well endowed, it was a frustrating struggle that he just couldn’t manage, the moment got to him and despite many attempts he was just unable to slide his dick into my waiting pussy.

He was dying to have me in whatever way he could and quickly started humping my bum, right against the cheek. 

My bare ass with my red dress lifted up to my waist, must have looked so sexy to him as he spilled his cum all down my bum. It didn’t take long. 

We cleaned up and went our separate ways, me with the bottle of vodka in my hand and him, at least feeling more happy and relaxed than he was at the club!

I was also really pleased that we’d made up. I never wanted to upset him, it rarely happened but if it did I’d always try to make amends. I felt at peace as I reached home. 

I kicked my shoes off and collapsed on the bed exhausted, what a night ! I thought to myself as I gently crashed out with my make up still on. 

But that was nothing! I met up with Jason again the following week, for a night that I will never ever forget! 

Want to know what happened?? I know you do, and I’ll tell you all about it soon in another naughty story.

Story by Emilia

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