We had sat and chatted for the last few hours. The darkness of the club, the throbbing of the music and the earlier backrub had left me relaxed and content to sit in the circle of your arm. The warmth of your body and the softness of your turtleneck only added to the narcotic effect your presence was having upon my body and my mind. As we talked and I absently let my hand feel and caress your leg my mind wandered to thoughts that had nothing to do with our conversation. You gave me a squeeze and then excused yourself to use the restroom. As you left for the door, I shifted my position to stretch and felt it again.

Pop. Pop. My garter straps. Again. I blushed even though there was no one there that could possibly know what had just happened. I sighed and decided to wait for your return so I could go fix them. But, then I had a better idea. I winked at one of the other gentlemen who had been sitting with us and made my way towards the door that lead to the restrooms. I entered the brightly lit hallway and paused before running the gamut of bodies that lined the narrow passage way to where the restrooms were. As I made my way through the crowd, I felt hands reach out to touch me. A soft brush against my thigh. Trying to pass another girl, she placed her hand gently on my ass and squeezed as I passed by. Finally through the throng, I spied you turn the corner and as you walked towards me, you raised an eyebrow at me. You looked puzzled but before you could speak I planted a hand firmly on your chest and stopped you. I am sure I was a bit flush from the prospect of what I was about to do as well as not knowing for sure what your reaction would be.

Nobody knew us so I was not in the least bit ashamed or concerned as I forced you to walk backwards, back around the corner from which you had just come. You looked so completely confused that I had to chuckle before I pushed you against the wall and planted a firm kiss on your slightly open lips. You were still trying to figure out what I was up to and most likely still shocked from my somewhat dominant behavior. Before you could question me further, I giggled and leaned in very close to whisper in your ear about the state of my stockings. The grin spread across your face like butter on hot bread and it warmed me inside as I watched it radiate out towards me. I had pulled back to gage your reaction to my "distress", and liking what I saw, I leaned back in again, making sure that I had pressed my hard nipples firmly against your chest, and I told you that I must be doing something wrong and maybe you could help me.

I pushed on the dark door behind you. The one that was marked "Stairwell" and said "Not to Enter". You stepped back into the small space and we were left in darkness as the door swung closed quietly behind us. Punctuating the act with a soft click as it shut. In the blackness, we could hear the thrum of the music and the walls vibrated ever so slightly in time to the beat. I could feel you fumble for me in the darkness and as your lips caressed my face, I giggled again and pushed you away. This was about my stockings, I reminded you. I felt you drop to your knee in the darkness and your strong fingers started at my ankle and ran slowly up my calf. You were being an excruciating tease and I could feel myself start to grow wet at your touch. As you slowly passed my knee, you finally came across the back of the stocking that had flown loose. I heard you make a noise in the dark as your fingers crossed from nylon to skin.

Still on one knee, you reminded me that you still needed to find the strap so you could assist me in attaching said stocking. While one hand held the loose stocking, the other roamed ceaselessly underneath my dress. The feel of your fingers on my skin...softly running up my thigh...searching, seeking, finding the strap at last. But not without some extracurricular exploration that left me even more dampened. In the darkness, your silken voice informed me that you needed to use both hands to set the fastener. I felt your face rest against the back of my thigh as my dress fell down over your head. I could not even feel you work the strap down to the top of the stocking and attempt to hook it in the dark because all I could focus on was your face pressed against the back of my leg. Your soft hair tickling my thigh. The way your beard felt on my skin and they way your breath curled heavily out of you and caressed the back of my thigh. I let out a low moan and placed my hands on the wall in front of me for support.

You finally fastened the garter strap but instead of moving over to do the next one, you turned your face so that it was now your lips on the back of my thigh instead of your cheek. I felt you kiss ever so softly and gently up along the garter strap. Following it up to the curve of my ass. And as you went higher along my leg your lips opened further and further so by the time you reached the top of my thigh you were biting me gently and teasing my flesh with your tongue. Licking the wetness that had dribbled out of me. The bites, licks and wet kisses sliding all over the back of my thigh made me tremble and you felt me shake against you with weakness. You paused and put your arm around my waist to steady me and I almost sank back against you from the wave of desire that had just rolled over me. You switched knees and pulled me down so I was seated on your other knee. In the dark, your face now rested on the softness of my breast and you pressed your face to me and kissed me through the fabric as you reached down with your free hand and started to slide my dress up. You pushed it up until it was bunched around the tops of my thighs and started stroking and caressing my thighs with your free hand. I could feel you edge ever so closely to my warm wetness between my legs but you teased me relentlessly as you brushed past it again and again, but without ever quite touching it. The wetness from my center had dripped so much that my thighs were slick and you began to massage my own juice back into me.

You stood me up suddenly and pushed me to the wall. You pinned my arms above me and kissed me passionately. I stood against the wall, in the dark, one stocking up, one still loose and down....the strap swinging and brushing against my thigh. Feeling your strong chest press against my soft one and the grip of your fingers on my wrists as you held them against the wall. You had aroused me so much that I wanted to return the favor but was not strong enough to break free of your grasp. Your tongue stroked the inside of my mouth with it's length. It flicked and ran along my lips and then plunged back into me again. Time stood still as our mouths made love in the darkened stairwell. Even though you had yet to penetrate me, I shuddered more then once with miniature orgasms from the intensity of your kisses.

You could feel me shake against you and this served to intensify your passion and you began to grind your hips against mine and the feel of your hardness pressed into me was incredible. I arched my head back and pushed my hips into yours as you attacked my throat and shoulders with your tongue, lips and teeth. I had begun to moan and cry out in response to your touches. Suddenly you stopped and dropped my arms. I almost fell but you let me get my balance before reaching roughly down to hike up my skirt and in less then three seconds you had pulled up my other stocking and fastened it quickly in the dark. I was the one confused this time and as I could not see your face in the dark, I could not tell what I had done wrong. You kissed me hard again and then growled for me to come along and grabbed my hand and yanked me forward back into the bright hall where my eyes squinted from the sudden light change. You were walking quickly and pressed your way roughly through the crowd causing more then one cry of offense. Your grip on my hand was like iron and as you literally yanked me through the doors back into the brightness of the club I experienced a moment of vertigo. You pulled me roughly to you in the sea of people and told me to go put on my coat so we could leave. I was still a bit shaken from the earlier passion that had gone unfulfilled and then the sudden change of your demeanor. I nodded meekly and went to fetch our coats. We bid a haste good bye to our table companions and an even quicker good bye to Rob as he raised an eyebrow at your stern look and my dazed expression.

When we reached the top of the stairs, I finally found a voice to ask you where we were going. You pushed me to the wall again and pressed your lips to mine once more. As you kissed me you spoke at the same time, telling me that if you told me, it wouldn't be a surprise. You then flung the door open, oblivious to the winter chill and took my hand in yours as we headed out...