Strangers Short Stories

*R-18 Content*

This is a collection of short Erotica stories.

Highly explicit and graphic descriptions of sexual encounters not recommended for all readers or for readers 17 and under. If you start to read and the subject makes you uncomfortable, or you don't care for sexual content, I suggest you find another book.

Everyone else.... Enjoy this collection of short's.

DANCE

I moved along with the beat of the music in the club, dancing as I made my way to the bar for another drink. I just wanted to let loose and tire my body out, dancing and drinking to forget him. A small part of me hoped I would see him again, but I never even saw his face, let alone got his name.

I arrive at the bar and shout for a Jameson straight up. I'm handed one a few seconds later, a glass of my whiskey with crushed ice melting away in it. I take a drink of the cool liquid as I let my body cool down before handing the man a twenty and waving off that I didn't need change as I walked off.

I move to a table that's surprisingly empty, and full of empty drink glasses. I don't care about those, I just want the seat to cool down on while I finish my glass. Another bartender comes over and starts cleaning the glasses off the table, and I'm quick to help.

"No ma'am, it's alright, I can do this." He is quick to take the glasses from me, while trying to be heard over the music.

"I don't mind." I quickly shout over the music, making him take another look at me and notices I'm not intoxicated.

"Thanks but it's the management that doesn't want customers helping. Liability if they get cut on glass.." He shouts back, making me nod to the managements rationality.

I finish my whiskey as he's wiping the table down and offer him the glass with a bright smile. He gives me a knowing smile and takes the glass. I wave bye and head back out to the dance floor, letting the music drift my mind back to last week.

...Last week...

I had been dancing for a while now, with a damn good buzz from the shots I took earlier with some group that was a bachelorette squad, that I didn't know, who kept calling me Tina....

Whatever.

I rolled my eyes and drank the shots for free. I had been flowing with the music letting my body roll and my hands move and sway with me, lost in the moment. Before I knew it, I was rudely awaken by someone's cold drink getting spilled on me, while on the dance floor.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" One of the drunk bachelorette squad squeals.

"It's fine. It was an accident." I quickly say as someone slips on the puddle on the dance floor. I make my way off the dance floor and head towards the bathroom, to clean whatever was on me off so I wouldn't be sticky later.

The signs for the bathroom take me back down a long hall, that has several doors on either side. I get to the end of the hall to see the bathroom sign pointed down another hall to the right. I make it to the bathroom, and realize that it's just my over shirt for my outfit that is wet. I take it off, rinse it out and hang it up on one of the toilet stalls. I'll collect it when I am ready to leave later.

Looking at my self in the mirror, my black crossover top sits above my belly button with my black stretch pencil skirt sitting just at my hips. I give myself a once over and head back out. My highly buzzed brain walks straight instead of turning, taking me down the wrong hallway that's darker than the others.

"Shit." I realize my mistake and turn to head back.

I'm caught unaware from behind by a pair of manly arms that wrap around me, holding my back tightly against a solid chest. Before my brain can even process what just happened, I feel warm breath and the soft caress of barely felt lips on my neck, sending sensations from behind my ear. I melt and chills ripple down my body, making me squirm as a mans deep, melodic voice whispers into my ear.

"I saw you dancing not long ago. I want you to dance for me, slow like you were earlier, just for me."

The nip of teeth across my ear lobe, send another wave of chills down my spine and spread out, making me moan.

I'm released from the grip of arms and I don't even realize it. I'm still entranced by the seductive man who just had his arms around me and the sound of his voice that ignited a fire in between my legs.

I hear a door click open behind me, and watch as a dark haired man walks into a room.

"Hey!" I chase after him and enter the pitch black room, hearing a chair slightly scrape the floor as it is moved and the click and buzz of a system powering on.

My heart is pounding as a slow and steady rhythm begins to play. The sound of a lonely acoustic guitar starts the beat and momentum of the song that's quickly accompanied by other instruments.

A single light comes on blinding me from the sudden change.

I begin to turn around to look for the person, when I hear his voice instruct me.

"No need to turn around and look for me. Just dance. I'll let you know if you need to turn around." His voice is like a thunderstorm rumbling from his chest, commanding me, bending me to his will. My first thought was to say no, but then my mind decided to obey him silently.

Shaking slightly from nerves and excitement, I find the beat and rock my hips back and forth until I get the momentum and let go.

The light is pointed into the center of the room, and I move into it like it's my spotlight on a stage. Letting it illuminate the curves of my body as my pencil skirt allowed me to move easily bending and swaying letting my hands go where they wanted.

The music seduced me as it continued, making me forget there was anyone in the room. My hands began to caress my arms and go up into my hair that was still up in its clip. Pulling the clip free, my hair fell down onto my shoulders, letting my hands run through it. One hand fell and teased against my neck like a lover would kiss me.

As my hand teased down to caress my thigh, another click could be heard and behind my closed eyes a brighter light was shown on me. Glancing, through my veiled lashes, I see my shadow illuminated on the wall, mirroring my moves.

Remembering there was someone else in the room, I lost my rhythm. Suddenly I am nervous to be dancing like this for a stranger I don't know.

"Turn around and dance... Don't be shy, I enjoy watching you lose yourself..." That alluring voice calls out to me, urging me to continue.

Slowly, I found my rhythm again, before turning around to dance. Glancing through my lashes, I tried to see his face, but the light prevented me from seeing it.

"You're distracted... Focus and dance for me again." His voice can be heard perfectly over the music as if there was none. Pointing out the obvious and commanding me to continue.

I shrug, because this is just dancing right? Have fun and lose yourself already....

Feeling the music with my hips again, my arms start to join and soon I'm moving fluidly with the intoxicating sound of guitars taking me somewhere exotic like the Mediterranean.

My hands rubbed my skin, touched me like someone was there touching me instead. Moving to the beat of the guitar, fast and slow, my own touch across my skin making me fill with desire.

Feeling hot and no longer caring who or if anyone was here with me, I unzipped my skirt, to be able to bend better.

"Just let it fall..." That voice commanded from the shadows.

I did, kicking the skirt out of the way, dancing now in just my black lace boy shorts, laced and tied high heels and crisscross top. My hair flowing across my shoulders with every flick of my head.

My hands caressed my breast through my top and hovered down my body like a surfer and my curves the waves. Across my stomach down in-between my thighs that have begun to ache. I felt like I was on fire as I rubbed my inner thigh my other hand went up my neck and into my hair.

I flash glances his way, practically begging him to come and touch me.

Suddenly the song ended. I paused waiting to see if a new one started but instead came the sultry voice from the shadows.

"You are magnificent.... "

The lights go out and I am left in the pitch black of the room. There is the faintest of light in the room from the green exit sign on one wall. I tossed my head back and forth to try and see or hear what is happening, when he makes his presence known behind me.

He steps forward pulling me back into him, my ass running against his pelvic that bulged with what could only be a massive hard cock.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself.... Where those looks earlier invitations?" He purred into my hair.

"Yes." I got out, quivering with the sound of approval that escaped him vibrating through his chest into me.

"You want me to touch you?" His hands begin to move up my sides sending shivers as his fingers caress my skin.

"Please, yes."

Wow, was that my voice sounding like a lust filled porn star?

His growl of approval makes me weak in the knees and I don't care how I sound anymore. When his hands take the hem of my shirt lifting it up over my head, letting the fabric fall to the floor, I don't resist.

His hands gently caress my now exposed breasts.

I gasp as he pinches a nipple roughly, one hand sliding down in-between my legs running over my underwear.

"Mmm...." He moans and his hot breath on my skin makes me shudder and shiver. "I can feel how wet you are already. Care to get more comfortable? I'm going to take my time and enjoy this."

His words and touch have me panting and nodding, breathlessly uttering, " Yes."

He stops touching me and suddenly a satin cloth goes over my eyes. I reach up to touch it and I hear the clicking of his tongue.

"Tsk tsk. No peeking."

I drop my hands, heart beating like crazy, I'm shaking in a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Suddenly I'm swooped up in his arms, making my head light and dizzy, disorientating my buzzed brain. He doesn't walk for long before setting me down on a cushioned surface. I do not hear him around me and I pick my head up to strain to listen for him.

"Lay back, get comfortable...." His voice is behind me and instinctively I turn in that direction even though I can't see him.

I lay down and wait and wait....

I'm starting to get a little restless, when something soft and velvety caresses my skin. Across my cheekbones, under my nose...

A rose? No... It's his thumb. It glides across my lips, and under my chin, to trace the skin. It moves down my neck, making gentle circles in areas, making me breath heavy and become even more excited.

"You're trembling." He notes, I can see the smirk in his words. He's loving what he's doing to me.

I couldn't help that I was trembling. My adrenaline was pumping, senses alert and eager for more of what this mystery man was doing to me. My core was slick, turned on by this sensuous play.

Was I still in the club? Did I fall down into the kinky rabbit hole, like Alice in wonderland?

He runs his palm over my thighs, making a moan escape me. I rub my thighs together desperate for some friction to cure the ache.

I had to inquire.

"Who are you?"