Back in 1979 I was a struggling student in Glasgow, along with my mates we all had part time jobs to make ends meet. Which is why I was in an alley behind the Apollo on Hogmanay hoping my mate inside was either going to finish working at the bar so we could go off partying, or he’d open the emergency exit so I could get in and see whoever was performing. The alley was quiet although I could hear the music thumping inside. Light came from a small window in a stairwell high above and the headlights passing on the road at the end of the alley. Although it was New Year’s Eve, it wasn’t cold – one of those quirks where cities stay warmer than everything else.
I heard the bar of the emergency exit getting pushed so moved towards it thinking it was my mate but instead, a small blonde woman came out looking a bit out of breath. She was wearing a t-shirt and not much else really. One of those long t-shirts that were in fashion at the time. She pulled out a pack of fags and struggled to light it with a lighter that wasn’t working.
“Fuck” she said in exasperation. She looked up and saw me staring – “Buddy, have you got a light?”
I realised she was American as I stepped forward. “Aye, here”. I struck a match and the flare showed her features clearly. As she leant in to light her fag I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra under the t-shirt and her nipples showed quite clearly through the thin material. My cock twitched.
“Are you enjoying the gig?” I asked her.
“Enjoying the gig?” she replied in a puzzled tone before she realised I didn’t recognise her. “Oh yeah, yeah. Great. But it gets so hot and I need air.” She looked me up and down, catching my obvious erection. She smiled slowly, a slow smile that spread to her eyes with a hint of devilment.
“I get really horny at gigs like this, horny and hot so I have to do something about it” said staring directly into my eyes, her tongue flicked over her teeth. I blushed – I could feel my cheeks burning. She was a bit older than me, confidently sexy in the way an experienced woman can be when she’s flirting with a younger guy. Part of me thought she was taking the piss but, maybe because of the cans of Tennents I’d had earlier, I decided to try my luck.
“You look lovely in that …er.. dress, T-shirt er thing. You look heavenly”
She laughed, tipping her head back as she exhaled the cigarette smoke, her breasts pushing against the stretched material. She snared me with her look.
“Oh my petite ingenue. I know what I look like. I’m sweaty, my hair’s a mess, my make-up’s smudged but right now you’re just what I need”
“Oh, would you like to borrow my comb?” I asked naively
She moved towards me and wrapped her arms around my neck. She looked up and I was lost in her green eyes. Our lips met, she tasted of peppermint and incense. Her tongue darted into my mouth and we kissed deeply. Her hands were twisting in my hair while my hands were cupping her pert arse cheeks. I squeezed them, pulling her closer and she ground against my hard cock. Slipping my hands under her panties, I tugged them down and tried to reach her pussy, fingers exploring her wet cleft. We twisted and I pushed her against the wall, undoing the belt on my jeans whilst she pulled her panties off completely, all the time we didn’t break our kiss. My jeans and pants dropped to my ankles as she lifted one leg to hitch around me. I guided my hard cock to her waiting, wet hole then as I entered her, lifted her other leg so she could wrap both around my hips as we fucked.
It was lusty, animalistic sex. We gasped, moaned, kissed and bit each other as we shagged. My knees were shaking and I wasn’t sure how long I could keep this up when she started to let out a wail, rising in pitch and getting louder. Her legs clamped tightly around my waist and as her orgasm struck, she clamped me to her so I could feel every spasm on my cock. Inevitably this brought me off and I could feel my prick pulsing gobbets of cum deep inside her. We were shaking, trembling with each other. She had bitten my lip as she climaxed and I could taste the blood. She saw it and licked it off, I briefly saw my bright red blood on her beautiful white teeth before she licked her lips.
My cock was shrinking and, as she dropped one leg to the pavement I slipped out of her, bringing a sigh of disappointment and a flood of juices over me. We had that awkward post-sex moment – me pulling my jeans up, she looking for her panties and deciding whether to put them back on. She looked at me and gave them to me instead.
“Here, to my number one fan in Scotland. Keep them my pretty baby”
The emergency exit suddenly flew open and a guy in a leather jacket stuck his head out.
“Debbie, come on. We’re waiting”
She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, pulled down her t-shirt and went back inside. The door slammed and the moment was gone.
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