First 'friend' of the evening

“Should I come back later?” The guy asked as he walked in on Ria and I french-kissing.

“Not at all, not at all,” I broke the kiss and gave Ria a playful swat on the ass. “Hop up on that shelf there.” The storeroom was a tight walk-in closet filled with the club’s wine bottles and high end liquor. But since theirs was a beer crowd, the room was barely touched. A dusty, waist-high shelf ran along one wall with nearly nothing on it. Ria tentatively put her weight on it and I leaned back against a storage rack for the show.

The guy licked his lips and knelt on the hardwood between Ria’s knees. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands, so she gently stroked his hair and put her thighs on his shoulders.

“Ooh, already wet then love?” He said, smiling up at her. Not surprising, Mitch nearly got her off back at the pub. He licked the outside of her panties and kissed around her inner thighs. Good technique from a drunken bar lout. Ria’s breathing quickened again and she cooed in appreciation. She closed her eyes and her hands started to grab the old guy’s hair in a firm grip.

The guy warmed her up until Ria rolled her hips on the shelf, trying to grind her face on his tongue. Taking that as his cue, he pulled her panties to the side and slid his middle and index finger up inside her. His tongue traced up and down her labia while he slowly finger-fucked her from below.

Ria bit her lip to keep herself quiet.

“No point in that, love, nobody will hear ya over the music anyhow” He laughed and returned to his task. Ria couldn’t hold it back any more, she moaned loudly as he continued his ministrations.

He sensed her finish approaching, and picked up his pace. He lapped at her clitoris while stroking her insides. She wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him in close. Despite the situation, it didn’t take her long to climax and she let out a series of hoarse squeaks as she came.

The guy came up smiling. “I’ve slapped a lot of arses in this place and it never ended like that.” He laughed. Ria didn’t respond, she just leaned back against the wall and panted.

“Thank him, Ria.”

“Thank you…sir.”

“Any time, Miss. And I mean that.” He winked at her and headed back out to the dance floor.

“You didn’t ask me to do anything for him?” Ria seemed almost surprised.

“The codger has probably been drinking since noon,” I shrug, “It’d take you half the night to get him off. Let’s get back to the others.” I offered Ria a towel to wipe herself up and clean the dust off her ass. She looked pretty disheveled but quite pleased with herself.