WARNING!

The following story contains explicit depictions of sexual acts.  
If you are under-age, offended by such material or if this kind 
of material is illegal where you live then  DO NOT READ THIS!!

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Night Life (M/F,nc)

Copyright (c) Julian Renard, 1999
All rights reserved.


She scanned the throng with a feeling just short of despair.  The club
was packed to full capacity tonight and the simple act of making her way
to the other side was a major undertaking.  Yet strangely enough, the
more crowded it became, the less people noticed you.  It was odd, she
reflected, that in a place so bustling with people she could feel so
alone and unnoticed.

Weaving her way through the dark silhouettes she found herself suddenly
on a collision course with a man.  He was walking towards her but looking
to the side, scanning the crowd as if searching for someone.  Nimbly, she
stepped to one side, wondering as she did so if he would even notice
their near disaster.  At the last moment he turned and saw her with a
look of startled surprise.  Acting on reflex he tried to dodge also and
ended stumbling right into her.

They collided heavily.  His momentum was greater than hers and it carried
her backwards several paces.  He held her about the waist to keep her
from falling but his balance had been thrown off by the surprise and he
continued to stumble forward.  Far from being startled or angry, she
found the situation almost amusing.  He was actually quite good looking
up close and very well built.  She mentally prepared a witty comment for
the moment they finally came to rest.

Like a couple engaged in a strange waltz, they stumbled another two steps
and finally careened into a wall.  Fortunately he had braced his arms
against the wall to protect her from much of the impact.  Apart from
being slightly winded and a little shaken she was actually unhurt.

Then, in one swift fluid movement that completely took her by surprise,
she felt his hand move under her short dress.  Before she had time to
react, his fingers had found her panties and slid their way beneath them.
She gasped in shock at the unexpected, intimate touch.  A sudden powerful
rush of both fear and excitement took her breath away for an instant.
She tried to close her legs and push him away but both efforts failed.
His knee was pushed firmly between her thighs and he was far too large
and strong for her to shift.

Finally she managed to suck in a breath but he was one step ahead of her
still.  His hand clamped over her mouth and an instant later his body
slammed up against her, pinning her to the wall.  The force of it stunned
her but her mind was reeling in another kind of shock.  His other hand,
still beneath her dress, had pulled her panties aside and she could feel
his hard erection pressing up against her.

It had all happened too quickly to assimilate.  She struggled desperately
but her mind was in shock.  He pushed powerfully with his hips and forced
himself partially into her.  The friction burned inside but there was
also a wetness - her own.  Pinned helplessly against the wall, unable to
scream or call for help, she knew there was nothing she could do to
prevent him going further.  His hips drove upwards and he slipped in
deeper.  She clutched at his shoulders, trying to lessen the depth.  He
gave her barely enough time to recover before thrusting again and sinking
in deeper.  After two heartbeats, he pushed again.

The deeper he went, the more her body made it easier for him.  The shock
and rush of adrenaline froze her thoughts but her body was reacting with
a will of its own.  Everything had happened so fast.  Her mind could not
adjust and the feel of him surging into her was confusing and
disorienting.

In the midst of her panicked thoughts she felt him push again.  In a
single, smooth powerful lunge, he filled her completely.  The movement
was easy and effortless on his part and she found herself being pushed up
the wall.  Clinging desperately now to his shoulders her toes tried to
gain purchase on the floor and found it well out of reach.  A flood of
feelings washed over her in that instant - disbelief; fear; pleasure!

She still lacked the breath to scream but her desire to do so was now
tempered by his impressive strength.  When he started to grind his hips
in a slow steady rhythm she found her voice finally in a small trembling
moan.  The sound brought a glowing heat of shame to her cheeks.

She no longer thought of rescue or escape.  It was all she could do to
hold on tight and combat the feelings that rose within her.  Above all
else was the keen awareness of his thick hardness so deep and moving so
easily inside her.  Each stirring movement pushed forward a wave of
warmth that flowed upwards, leaving her dizzy, weak and trembling.  His
short, repeated movements, so subtle and yet so powerful, were
devastating in their effect.

She tried to turn off to it, tried to conjure up feelings of anger or
despair but the fevered flush that invaded her mind defeated every
attempt.  Quite the opposite, she could focus on nothing else but the way
he was making her feel.  His body was lean and strong, his features
distressingly attractive and his clean fresh scent mixed with the heady
aroma of sex, added further to the turmoil in her head.

The tingling heat swelled rapidly from within until she was panting
softly and shaking.  The nightclub itself and the people within it were
pushed to the edge of her awareness.  They no longer held any importance.
There was room for only one thought in her mind: she was going to come
and the very thought itself was shamefully exciting.

A soft whimper slipped past her lips as her climax built swiftly.  The
dizzying intensity of it pushed out all else.  With a sudden uprush of
heat, the powerful, exquisite pulsing began.  Stunned by its strength she
let out a muffled cry against his shoulder.  She bucked and moaned and
panted for air.  The inescapable pounding prolonged her climax to
dizzying lengths.  Delirious and in heat, she heard his breathing change
and felt him pulse strongly inside her.  It did not matter.  Nothing
mattered but the pleasure.

And then the intensity of her orgasm faded, leaving a glowing remnant
instead that lingered and suffused her with a new kind of weakness.  She
was too stunned to think as he lowered her back to her feet.  Steadying
her with one hand he dressed himself quickly with the other.  Then,
before she fully understood what had happened he was gone, lost in the
crowd from where he had come.


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