The bar smelled faintly of spilled craft beer and lime, but the pulsing, electric energy of the small crowd inside still drew us in. It was a standard, British pub with a slightly sticky dance floor that you had to cross to get to the bar. We had passed the pub earlier on our way to the theatre, but now it hummed with the energy that comes from live music and people enjoying themselves.

The interior was all dark mahogany, lit with dim amber lights. A place for locals looking for a good time. We sat at the bar on stools that were just a little too high for me, as you waved the bartender over.

I rested my hand on your knee as the bartender returned with our drinks, trails of condensation running down the glasses as he set them down on the bar. The music was loud but good, a mix of covers from the 1980s onwards. Occasionally you leant in to make a comment in my ear making me smile, your hand resting protectively against my lower back.

An hour into the band's set, I glanced at you with a mischievous glint in my eye as I slipped off of the bar stool. I tugged your hand with a smile, knowing that there would be no tempting you on to the dance floor. I rolled my eyes at you playfully, refusing to let go of your hand as I stepped closer to you, using the small space between our bar stools as my own personal dance floor.

You stayed seated but kept my hand in yours, acting as an anchor as I spun myself under your arm. Performing for my audience of one. You smiled broadly as you watched me dance, losing myself to the music.

As the night wore on, the band began to bring the tempo down. The energy in the room cooled into something more intimate. You wrapped your arms around me from behind and I leaned back against your chest. We stayed like that for the first couple of songs before I felt you slip off of your own barstool, turning me around to face you.

I know you don't enjoy dancing, so I appreciated this small act more than you'll ever know. You closed the remaining distance between us and I wrapped both arms around your neck. I giggled a little self consciously, feeling like teenagers at a school disco as you rested your hands on my waist.

We barely moved our feet, simply swaying in a tiny circle in our little space between the barstools. I rested my head against your chest, listening to the steady thud of your heartbeat beneath your shirt, breathing in the warm, familiar scent of you.

I sighed quietly, the world reduced to just us in this tiny space by the bar. I opened my eyes as your hand cupped my cheek, tipping my face up to meet your gaze. You leaned in until our lips brushed together, a soft gentle kiss as the world carried on around us, people applauded the band as the song ended but we were in no hurry to pull apart. I moaned quietly against your lips as your other hand slid lower to rest on my bottom.

I knew that if we were alone you would have slipped that hand under the edge of my dress to feel the lace of my underwear.

"I thought you didn't like to dance?" I smiled coyly at you, still wrapped up in your arms as you gave my bum a squeeze.

"I don't. But I do like to hold you while you dance." You smiled back at me as I felt the tips of your fingers stroking the back of my bare thigh. I knew your mind was on other things as I saw you glance down at my chest, the top of my dress molding my breasts into the perfect shape. I felt a familiar heat run through me under your gaze and squeezed my thighs together to help relieve the sudden ache there.

"Maybe we should go somewhere else?" You whispered so only I could hear it and squeezed my bum again. I smiled as you took my hand and led me out of the bar into the dark night.

You pulled me down a side street, into the deep dark of an alley behind the bar and pushed me back against the wall. I felt the rough bite of brick dig into my shoulders as you gripped my waist and pressed your lips to mine. You moaned as I ran my hands up and down your back beneath your shirt, deepening the kiss as you pressed your body tightly against mine.

I moaned as one of your hands slipped between us and squeezed my right breast, as the other trailed up my thigh, raising the hem of my dress. It was completely dark tucked away in the alley, no streetlights, no windows looking in, not even the moon was visible from here.

"Babe..." you breathed between kisses, your hands becoming bolder now as you slipped the front of my dress down to expose my breasts, rolling my nipple between your warm fingers. The breeze against my bare breasts sent a thrill through me. Just like in the bar, the world around us was reduced to just us. Nothing existed outside of you, I and our growing lust.

I moaned as you ducked your head to my breast, popping my nipple into your warm mouth. I felt your hands flat against the backs of my thighs, as they slipped under my dress to touch the lace of my knickers.

"I need you, now." I breathed as your fingers pushed underneath the lace of my knickers to touch my bare bottom.

I watched you glance around quickly, checking we were still alone.

"Bend over you filthy slut." You growled seductively, making my cheeks flush. I turned to the stack of empty beer crates next to me and bent over them, resting my arms on the top for balance. The plastic design pressing into my bare breasts as I pushed my bottom back towards you.

I heard the zip of your fly and the distinct rustle of you dropping your trousers behind me. I bit my bottom lip trying to stay quiet as I waited for you to fill me. I felt the rush air on my skin as you pushed my short, black dress up over my hips and pulled my red lace knickers down.

You grabbed my hip from behind with one hand as you lined your cock up with the other. I gasped as you pushed deep into me on your first stroke, before holding both of my hips as you started to fuck me.

It was the dirtiest thing we've done so far, bent over in an alley behind the pub with my dress around my waist as you fucked me from behind. You paused as the sound of laughter and peoples voices floated down from the main road, before starting again once you were sure they weren't coming our way.

I held the dirty crates for balance, wincing a little as the hard edge dug into my stomach but distracted from the discomfort by the feeling of your cock inside me.

"Babe.." I groaned quietly, "Baby I'm close. I'm gunna cum."

"Oh yes," you moaned back, "My good girl..."

You know what those words do to me. I came hard, feeling my pussy tighten around your cock in waves of pleasure. You grunted behind me and pushed in deep as you came too, the thick warmth of your cum spilling from my pussy down the side of your cock.

You slipped out of me and I heard the rustle of your trousers again and you pulled them back up. I pulled up my knickers and tidied my dress up as best as I could before catching the look on your face. We both giggled quietly in disbelief at what we had just done as you pulled me into your chest for a cuddle.