Ellie Templeton was feeling frustrated. It had been twelve weeks since Mark had left and finally the sadness was subsiding, but in its wake, a new emotion was taking hold. She was horny. The last week had been full of celebrity fantasies as she furiously rubbed her clit, in the shower, the car and her office, but the effects of these hurried orgasms did nothing to quell her ever increasing needs. In the last ten years, the longest Ellie had gone without a cock was 11 days. She’d had three partners since losing her virginity at the age of sixteen, but the time between the three had been short and so, three months of celibacy was taking its toll. What Ellie needed was a good hard fuck, but unfortunately, she had no idea where to look.
As she thought of her predicament, her hand fell to the space between her thighs and she slowly traced her fingertips up and down the outside of her panties. She pondered the charms of the many men she knew and as she wondered who might suffice, she slipped her fingers under the elastic and eased two fingers inside her moistening cunt. She leaned her head back and sighed, working her fingers in and out of her pussy. She imagined they were the deft fingers of her ex. The man knew exactly how to make her cum, and had, again and again, in their two and a half year relationship. She started rubbing her thumb on her clit, slowly at first, but as she imagined Mark’s expert tongue flicking across that same sweet spot, her speed increased. Before long she could feel the muscles in her abdomen tighten, and as she clenched her knees together, she felt her orgasm roll through her.
It was another week before Ellie got the chance to put into motion her plan to find someone to satisfy her cravings. It was a friend’s birthday and the gang were heading out for drinks and a dance. She spent an age getting ready that day, taking a long bath and exfoliating her skin. She shaved her pubic region into a tasteful little patch, and after moisturising all over, she put on a pair of black lace panties. She opened her wardrobe and pondered her options, finally deciding on a tight little black dress. It was quite low at the back. Ellie opted to go braless she often did, since her 32D breasts were pert enough on their own. After doing her hair and applying her makeup, she stepped into her dress and shoes and looked at herself in the mirror. Not bad she thought. If she couldn’t pull looking like this she might as well join a nunnery! She spritzed herself with perfume and pulled on a little jacket. One last look in the mirror and she set off, full of excitement for the night ahead.
She arrived at the bar, took a deep breath and walked through the door. She quickly found her group of friends and strode over to them, smiling. Everyone was chatting excitedly and most people already had drinks. After hugs and kisses of greeting she went to get a drink for herself. Behind the bar stood one of the sexiest guys she had ever seen; ruffled dark hair, designer stubble, deep brown eyes you could get lost in, and very impressive strong-looking arms. Ellie’s mind (and eyes) wandered to what might be in his trousers. Smiling wickedly she licked her lips and leant on the bar with her elbows to order. The bar guy looked her up and down and lazily loped towards her. He had a devilish smile himself and knew the effect it had on women. This is going to be fun she thought to herself.
Danny Mac was watching Ellie flirt with the guy behind the bar. He was watching her magnificent arse as she bent over to order her drink and wondered what it would feel like grab it with both hands and squeeze; probably amazing. Danny often fantasised about Ellie. She had the sort of body that made you think very naughty thoughts. However, being friends meant it had never occurred to him to do anything more than imagine. He watched her sashay back towards their table with a big grin on her face, drink in one hand and serviette with a telephone number in the other, and was not surprised to feel a pang of jealousy. He checked himself as she slid into the chair next to him and they both joined the conversation going on around them.
“I have never, erm, I have never had a one night stand.”
Everyone round the table was drinking except for Ellie and Danny. They looked at each other and laughed.
“I have never had sex in a public place.”
A few people raised glasses and guiltily gulped down their drinks. There were giggles round the table as friends found out each other’s secrets.
“I have never fantasized about anyone sitting round this table.”
The speaker looked pointedly at Danny and smirked. ’Fuck’ he thought. He slowly raised his glass and drained his beer, setting his glass back on the table he stood up. “Anyone for another?” he said with false joviality, and without waiting for an answer, he set off for the bar.
He hoped that by the time he got back they would have changed the conversation and he wouldn’t have to admit to having a huge crush on Ellie. He had fancied her since they day they had met but she had always had a boyfriend. Now they had known each other for so long it would just be weird. Sighing, he leant on the bar and waited for his drinks.
“So…who do you fantasize about?”
Danny turned around and came face to face with Ellie, her big green eyes were looking at him expectantly and she was biting her lower lip. It drove Danny mad when she did that.
“Oh, you know, just, it’s nothing really. The odd wank in the shower.”
“Shit!” thought Danny. He inwardly cringed. Why had he just said that? He was normally a fairly calm and collected guy, but around Ellie, the way she was dressed right now, the way she smelled, he felt like he was falling to pieces. This was not good.
“Who do think about when you… when you’re in the shower?”
She bit her lip again, her breathing was heavier now and she was still staring at Danny. He was staring back. He was confused but comprehension was just dawning when two pints were sloppily dumped on the bar next to them. Beer splashed them both, breaking the spell.