A table somewhere

“Well, if I find us a table somewhere secluded?” he asks with a wink, and you know that however much he tries to make it sound like a joke, he is **** for his own relief.

“It would have to be very very secluded” you let him know. After what you just did on the dance floor though, you feel you really didn’t mean it when you added the extra “very”.

“Follow me then.” And with that he grabs your hand in his and begins to pull you through the club. The place is as busy as ever, and it takes some time, but he finally spots a free table in the corner of one room and almost breaks into a run in his desperation to get it. He slides himself into the bench on one side, and you soon ease your own body beside him.

“Erm, well, what now?” you question him as you feel his hand begin to slide up and down your thigh under the small table. “I mean, there isn’t much room or privacy here really”.

“Oh come on, show some enterprise, I’m sure you can think of something to do.” He looks at you with a wide smile, and you know that after how he just made you cum on the dance floor, you owe him a big thank you. Even more, you are still as horny as hell and right now you have as much need of cock as you know he has a need to do something with his cock.