Alley Dog
He stroked her back as cars splashed past the alley where they both stood. She looked at him with a drunken smile and her hands against the wall of the club. They’d danced and drank and she whispered to him with her hand on his cock until he led her outside.
“Gonna take me home?” she asked as he leaned into her, kissing the rain from her shoulders.
“No,” he told her while he ran his hands along her body, squeezing her breast and slipping fingers down the shorts she wore.
“Hey,” she laughed, pushing gently back against him. …