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"Night On The Town"

The club was bouncing that early December night, strobe lights cut across the dance floor, casting silhouettes across the crammed room. The pole dancers were causing a stir, while beautiful girls, suspended in cages twelve feet off the ground, got the most attention from the boys down below. Outside the snow was lightly falling, but inside the temperature was rising.

Ben had reluctantly been dragged out for a night on the town. After a hard days work the last thing he had needed was for his four mates to turn up at his flat. But the more time he had spent going from bar to club, the more relaxed he felt, and by the time they had reached the club, Ben was up for it.

After two hours of dancing, flirting and laughing with his mates, Ben found himself by the bar alone. Exhausted from all the dancing, he needed a drink and a time to chill. That’s when he saw her. Across the dance floor, giving it her all to the beat of the bass, she looked amazing. Her brunette shoulder length hair had a streak of red to it, while her high cheekbones, and perfect lips looked angelic, and her eyes sparkled under the club lights. Ben traced the slim curvy figure down her black mini skirt, down along her slender legs to the knee high boots she wore. Ben was transfixed.

“Do you stare like that at everyone?”
The shout came over the noise from the sound system. Ben had watched the girl walk across the dance floor to the bar where she now sat next to him. “Or is it just the girls you fancy?”
“Just the girls I fancy” he replied with a slight grin. The girl replied with a cute smile and a knowing wink. “Emma” she said.
“Ben. Can I buy you a drink?”
“You’re so twentieth century Ben” came her reply as she ordered two double vodka and cokes from the barman.

Ben had never been over confident. He had felt a twinge of panic as Emma had glanced up from the dance floor, saw him looking at her, and appeared to excuse herself from the group of friends she was with. His last relationship had been long term, and a failure, and at 24, Ben had decided not to get tied down too soon again. He had short spiked hair, slim but big enough to handle himself, and had always been described as ‘cute’, never ‘buff’ or ‘good looking’. But that suited Ben just fine.

For the next hour Emma and Ben chatted, had a little dance, and before they both knew it, the lights had come up and the club was emptying fast. “I guess that’s it then, time to go” said Emma.
Ben looked around for his mates for a lift home. But the club was half empty, and Ben’s friends had gone a long time ago. “Would you mind if I walk you home?” asked Ben.
“I had arranged to get a lift back with my friend” replied Emma looking around the now empty club. “But they appear to have gone”. Ben and Emma walked to the exit, stopping first at the cloakroom. Ben handed his ticket over to the girl behind the counter, who returned moments later with his blue North Face Nuptse vest.
“Snap!” said Emma with a slight smile, as the cloakroom girl returned with Emma’s black Nuptse.
Ben’s heart raced as she slid her left arm into the jacket, followed by the right. The puffiness of the jacket engulfed her slim body, the black shine looked stunning under the dim neon lights. Ben slipped into his vest and they linked arms as they headed into the cold winter’s night.

The walk to Emma’s flat didn’t take too long, and Ben learnt that Emma was a student, in her final year of an accountancy degree, her last boyfriend had been ‘a complete bastard’, and she enjoyed Italian food and longed for an Audi TT.

By the time they reached Emma’s third floor student flat, the alcohol had lost much of its effect and Ben started to feel alarmed. Here he was with a beautiful girl. It had been such a long time since he’d been with anyone else other than his ex, and to make it worse, she was wearing a puffy black Nuptse…

Emma’s flat was a typical student flat. She brought them both coffee and settled down for a chat. Even though it was warmer inside, Emma had left her jacket on. Ben watched as the shine and puffiness changed as she walked, felt the tingle as his vest rubbed against her jacket as she brushed passed him.

“Ben, I think there’s something you should know” said Emma. “You looking so hot in that vest”, and with that, she put her arms around his neck, reached over and kissed him slowly and passionately. Ben ran his fingers down the back of her Nuptse, feeling the puffiness between his fingers, and pulled her close to him. His lips parted, as she slowly slid her warm tongue into his mouth. Ben felt his way to her skirt, undid it and let it slide to the ground. The kissing began to get more passionate as Emma undid Ben’s belt and slid his trousers to the floor. She let out a small groan as Ben’s hard cock rubbed against her clit.

“I know you like them” Emma whispered, referring to her puffa jacket.
“I know you do too” Ben replied.
“You don’t know the half of it” she said.

Emma led Ben to her bedroom, and opened the closet. Inside Ben spotted another two Nuptses, one Nuptse vest, and three more puffa jackets hung up.

“You like what you see?” she asked.
“I like what I see” came the reply.
“Well you’ll like it even better soon”.

And with that Emma lay on the bed and pulled Ben onto her so he straddled her. Now naked but their Nuptses, Ben rubbed Emma’s breasts over the puffiness, as his hard cock entered her.

Emma was soon groaning with pleasure as Ben slowly pumped her, his hands running over the shiny material, his lips probing Emma’s mouth. Emma’s hands rubbed Ben’s buttocks as he fucked her, finally ending up on the Nuptse vest, rubbing it harder as his cock sent shivers up her spine. Ben pumped her harder, his hands gliding over the puffa jacket, forcefully rubbing it against her naked breasts. Emma was groaning loudly, mumbling about ‘fucking me in my puffa jacket’…

Emma arched her body one last time as Ben’s cock exploded and they both climaxed as one. Emma took off Ben’s vest as she wrestled out of her own black Nuptse. He led Emma to the shower where they fucked again under the steaming water…

The next morning Emma awoke with a start. Ben wasn’t next to her. But a slip of paper was. No telephone number, no address. It simply said “Thank you. Same time next week? You know where”. Emma reached for her Nuptse, wrapped it tightly round her, and thought of the club with a wicked smile…

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