I was 19 and horny; it was a Saturday night and I was in an alternative nightclub with friends. By alternative, I mean the music, not what you're probably thinking of!

This was in my university city on the South Coast of England, and it was always buzzing on a Saturday night. I usually went out when I could.

Full-time escorting was behind me, and I was enjoying the free time I now had. I was wearing a very nice, sleeveless, silver mini dress, not too clingy but certainly short, with white Dr. Marten's boots, one of my stylistic weaknesses. It was just after summer but still warm enough to go out dressed like that and my tan hadn't faded. My hair was a lovely copper spray-in colour, in bunches and with a dangly fringe. It was a leftover from a modeling job I'd done earlier that day. I looked pretty amazing and I knew it.

Within about ten minutes, I spotted my prey; a very beautiful blonde boy caught my eye. He was a little taller than me, fairly slender, with a mop of anime-style hair. As our eyes met and I held his gaze, he didn't look away as though he were shy or disinterested, and I knew I'd got him. A couple of minutes, later we were chatting and flirting. He was cool and funny, well-spoken, and twenty-five. I thought he was younger, and I'd forgotten what his name was.

We got on really well and pretty soon we were smooching on the dance floor, along with some very flirty, sexy dancing. His hands were all over my body, sometimes inside my dress, on my thighs, and even a little further up, on my butt. We made a little bit of a spectacle of ourselves but I didn't care; it was really great fun. His cock was hard as we danced, me grinding my crotch against his thigh, my right hand inside his jeans. The sexual tension between us increased as we got sweaty and more daring, I'd already known I was going to fuck him, but I don't think he realised until his hand slid up my thigh to my damp gusset. After that, his eyes never left mine and our bodies were constantly pressed together. In my hand, his cock felt huge and so hot and hard. I was so looking forward to feeling it inside me.

A favourite record of mine came on that made me feel just so wanton and sexy, even before it finished I dragged him out through the fire escape doors into the dingy concrete stairwell. Dim red lights barely lit anything, and it smelt of dust. A couple of big, frosted windows filtered in some grey light from outside. I hopped up onto a windowsill, my legs open with him between my thighs, pressing himself against me, kissing passionately, hands all over each other, our tongues twisting and twining. I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his gorgeous, hot, hard cock and gripped it in my hand. I shuffled forward a little on the windowsill, opening my legs wider, lifting my knees, the heels of my boots pressing against his butt as he pressed into me and pulled my panties to one side. His cock pressed against my slippery wet pussy. I was trembling and gasping with the passion and need in me and I gasped with the pleasure of what we were doing. I pushed against him a little more; he held onto me tightly and his cock slid slowly into me.

It felt so beautiful, I straight away began moaning with delight, tightening up and wrapping my legs around him, slowly to begin with, and I was moving with his rhythm as he thrust that long hardness into me.

Soon though, we were fucking fast and hard, without any care. I made a lot of noise and he grunted with each thrust. I clung tightly to him and then came on his cock, shrieking out my orgasm and gripping him, holding on to his sweaty neck and shoulders as he continued to ram his cock into me, his hands holding my waist tightly. He began to groan and went rigid with his final, hard thrust, holding me tightly as his cock throbbed and pumped inside me.

It didn't last long, but it was just sooo good. It kind of cleared the air between us and we cooled off still joined together for a minute as we looked at each other and giggled. 

He'd never done anything like that before, he told me, but he really wanted to do more with me. I wanted more of him, too, and told him so as we disengaged and I sorted out my messy self as best I could.

We were only gone for a few minutes and really I needed a drink. Back inside, we joined my friends, all of whom guessed what I'd just done, and then his friends later, who had no idea!

We went home with them later to their house share and fucked properly. Then, in the late morning, a bunch of us had breakfast in a cafe around the corner. 

I left in a taxi shortly after and wondered how long it would be before he discovered I'd given him a false number. I hoped he wouldn't be too disappointed.