Guys and girls hang out at the bar, screaming to be heard over the loud bass thumping from the speakers. Smiles and flirty glances are exchanged...well, some are flirty. Some are a blatant invitation for sinfully sexy fun. This is my typical Saturday night..hanging out by the bar in between songs. I have been here for...I dont even know how long. Who keeps track of time when you're having fun? Not I, said the black cat. I am here for the music...I am here to dance my ass off all night. (makes for a great workout) I am here to lose myself in the music..and shut out the real world. I didnt come here to pick up any guys...I gave that up years ago. Besides, no one here meets my standards anyways. I signal the bartender over to my little corner of the bar and order another Tequila Sunrise...all this dancing has made me a lil thirsty.
I came here with a few girlfriends...but they are nowhere to be found. I dont feel like fighting the crush of sweaty bodies to look for them either. Chances are, they are already at someone's house and getting their brains fucked out of their left ear. It happens...which is fine by me. I prefer to be alone anyways. The bartender returns with my ice cold (thank god) drink and I take a sip..Ahh, yes. Orange juice never tasted so good. Then...I see HER.
I see a petite brunette goddess all the way across the dancefloor. Her hair comes to the middle of her back and she is...it looks like she is in a world of pure Xtasy. Her hair swings from side to side as her hips gyrate to the heavy drum and bass. Her eyes are half closed, mouth slightly parted. One arm is raised in the air, the other one hangs by her side. I cant turn away...I feel myself being drawn into her world. She is in a skin tight pink velvet pantsuit..one that hugs her slim, yet womanly curves. I can see the outline of her perky breasts...straining against the fabric, begging to be freed. She does a little spin move and her back now faces me. I watch, as in a trance, as her shapely ass wiggles to and fro...calling to me in a way. I feel my mouth go dry and gulp down my drink. I have never had a woman....frazzle and dazzle me. I take a deep breath and try to calm my racing heartbeat. What the fuck is this? I came here to have fun. I came here to lose myself in the music. I dont want to be bothered with anyone, nor do I want to hook up with anyone. I glance down at my glass and pout. Its empty and I am no where near buzzed. This sucks..and I am slightly annoyed. Time for another drink....
Another song comes blaring out of the speakers...a latin mix. A smile flits across my face as I feel the song seeping into my pore. I feel my hips swaying side to side as the song continues to play and pick up speed. I drown my drink in one swallow and slam it down. The guitars, the breathy voice...I must answer the call. I make my way to the dancefloor...close my eyes...and start moving. I sense a guy coming up behind me and quickly execute a spin move away from him...still continuing to shake, move and swivel. I feel so free..now, I sense someone watching me. I open my eyes...and lock dead on with HER. She is standing to the side of the dancefloor..a dazed look on her face...and a small smile. (I love when women smile that "secret" smile. Nothing is sexier) I grin at her...and with a swivel of my hips, invite her out to dance with me. I havent the slightest clue what made me do that....Siren song perhaps? Were the drinks starting (finally) to have an effect on me? Oh well..at this point, I didnt care. She shook her head gently, a dull blush creeping up her neck..but that shy secret smile still there. I threw my head back and laughed. Playing coy, were we? No time for that! I hold my hand out to her...still dancing..and crook my finger at her. Finally, she smiled wide and joined me on the dancefloor.
She presses her small lithe body against mine as another song plays...we smile at each other and begin to samba...slow sinuous movements. Hands clasped, we forget the other people on the dancefloor and begin the samba of lust. Wanton lust. I can smell the shampoo she used in her hair..it is like a refreshing breeze, filling my nostrils with a sweet scent, blocking out the heavy indoor odor of sweat, cheap perfume and stale cigarette smoke. (yah, can you tell how old I am? I remember a time when one could actually smoke inside a club. Sheesh) She, her being, her presence, is like a heady aphrodisiac...and I want more. I feel her hand resting on my left breast as we continue to spin and grind to the beat. My pulse quickens..she touched me! I feel my spirits soaring even higher than what they already are...and then they kick into hyper overdrive as she circles the outline of my nipple with her fingertips. I pull her even closer to me and nuzzle her neck, inhaling the sexy scent...the come hither scent, she is throwing off. She presses closer to me in response, rubbing her breasts against mine...I feel a wave of lust threatening to overpower me and I try, try to control it...shoving it back down to the depths where it belongs. This is not the time or place to ravish someone. Oh god, how I want to though. I feel beads of sweat popping out on my forehead (there goes my makeup goddammit)..I take a deep breath to calm the storm raging inside of me. "Cmon, lets get a drink" I say as I practically drag her off the dancefloor and over to the bar. I need a drink..or a few shots. I have GOT to get this lust under control. At the bar, she turns to me and comments on how great a dancer I am..with that shy smile on her face I have come to adore! I grin and order us 4 shots of tequila (no, i was NOT trying to get her drunk so I could have my wicked way with her..what kind of girl do you think I am?? Oh yah. well, maybe. Sheesh) We down the shots with a haphazard toast (here is to getting fucked up and getting fucked) and make chit chat as we wait for a decent song to play. We clubbers dont dance to just any old house mix..it has to be GOOD. I am leaning up against the bar, chilling out when my favorite song comes on (Michael Moog, "That Sound"). This song, to this day, always makes me smile and puts me in a good mood. I love it!! Apparently, my new found friend loves this song as well...and before i know it...I am pinned against the bar!!! She is in front of me with a wicked, deliciously naughty grin on her face...and her hand is rubbing my clit through my pants! While she is dancing to the song. (talent and skills i thought only i possessed). I am getting my own standng lap dance...r a full on body rub. If I had a penis, it would be hard as hell at this point...alas, I am a girl. The only thing I can do is breathe heavier and get wet. I watch in amazement as her body is a slave to the music...and can only let mey eyes roll to the back of my head as her hands play magic with my body...rubbing her body against mine..I cant stand the supsense anymore. I grab her by her shoulders (she is crouching in front of me, breathing on my clit..yes, I am still clothed, but i can feel the heat of her breath...oh my) and...kiss her. Deep. Time is suspended as our tongues stroke each other...fast and furious at first..but then we settle down into a languid kiss. My hand is on the back head, running my fingers through her hair, her hands smoothing down my back and my ass...i feel my head spinning. This chick is simply amazing!! She suddenly pulls away from me and grabs my hand..I wonder where we are going?
Her and I push through the throng of the pulsing crowd and...uh, why are we in the bathroom? Oh, my. The trouble I find myself in sometimes...we go into the empty stall and close the door....
We are against the wall of the stall, kissing each other deeply. i pull down the top of her pantsuit (god bless tube tops) as she lifts my tshirt up....her tongue still fencing with mine in a duel of unrestrained lust. Finally, those pefect round globes are in my hands..I break the kiss and lower my hot and greedy mouth...and never want this night to end. I have never tasted skin so soft, so sensual....her nipple just begging for a tongue lashing. She groans into my hair and massages my head as I assault and worship her pefectly round and plush breasts. So...yummy. She grabs my hair and pulls me up to her face for another mind numbing kiss...as her hands furiously work the zipper of my skin tight black pants. I move against her hand, rubbing myself, seeking her hand on my pussy. She giggles and finally finds the clit she was seeking for. My eyes roll into the back of my head (again. sigh) as she explores my pussy, gently parting the eager lips and tweaking my clit in between her fingers. I am gasping now..I want more, more more!! She sits down on the toilet seat and pulls my pants down to my ankles. As if reading her mind (or maybe I have watched too much porn), I throw my leg up on the toilet paper dispenser beside her, giving her full access. My clit is so swollen and I have never been this wet before. I want her mouth, her tongue, her fingers....and I dont have to wait long before I feel her tongue shyly lick my outer pussy lips. I groan, willing myself to slow down and enjoy the sensations. I have a chick licking me, kissing me on my womanhood...her teeth scraping. I desperately fight the impending orgasm threatening to break...I dont want to cum all over her face...yet. I want to savor this taboo behaviour for as long as I can. She pauses and I look down...there is a question on her face. "I was wondering, " she whispers, "there is something I have always wanted to try. May I...pleasure you with my fist?"
A tiny light explodes in the back of my head and I numbly nod my head in agreement.
She resumes licking of my dripping wet pussy and I soon lose all conscious thought..my mind swirling around and around, reaching for the stars. She inserts two fingers deep inside me, twisting them around while her tongue flicks rapidly across my clit. I groan..but not too loudly. I am still somewhat aware we are in a public bathroom. She pulls my ever so swollen clit into her mouth and sucks hard on it. I am in such a state of bliss..i dont notice her balling up her pretty little hand and shoving it inside me. I let my head roll to the side as the feeling of being filled crashes through me. She works her fist and i feel it deep inside me, twisting, working my inner pussy muscles. I grab her forearm to shove her deeper inside me as my hips rotate....I have never been worked over by a fist before..I like it. I want her to feel the same pleasure as i am, so I reach down (who knew i could stretch like this? Nothing like acrobatic sex to keep one in shape) and tickle her clit with my fingers. She moans and raises her hips a bit to meet my sensual touch. I pinch her now swollen clit, i rub her pussy lips..as she is working me, I am working her to a state of frenzy. Her free hand is stroking my thigh..and then, I send her over the edge. I shove three fingers inside of her heat and furiously slide them in and out...pounding her, finger fucking her like she has never been finger fucked in her life. Her hips are moving in tandem with my strokes..I feel the walls of her pussy tightening around my fingers and i know her release is at hand. She is whispering over and over again.."touch me, touch me..", moaning in sheer bliss. Then, we both can not take it anymore....and find our sweet release. A warm gush of cum coats my fingers as a bucket of cum coats her fist, still inside my pussy. I watch in amazement as I see my juices..slowly sliding down her wrist, onto her arm. I collape agaisnt the back wall of the stall and she rests her head on my inner thigh. THAT was simply amazing. I could stay with her, just like this, forever. We are breathing heavily, struggling to catch our breath. I have never seen heaven before...and such a clear view!! Crystal clear!! She suddenly goes very very still...and both of our heads turn towards the stall door. She puts her fingers up to her lips in a command for silence. "It's my friends", she whispers, "I bet my boyfriend sent them looking for me." My mind is racing. I just had sex with someone's girlfriend? Oh, this is good. I am going to hell for this one, I am sure. Goddamn. Eh, at least the trip was worth it. We wait in silence for a few minutes as the intruders use the bathroom, wash up and chit chat. We dont need anyone to look under the door of our stall and see three legs (my left one is still propped up...with her fist still inside me). Finally, they leave and we both giggle nervously. Close call, eh??So yes kiddies. I was fisted by a chick in the bathroom of a gay nightclub..and it was GOOD SHIT!!
