Sex in the club
I met her on the dance floor.
Thursday
She was a little shorter than I was - though I'm not
too tall myself, just under six feet - and the first
thing I saw of her was the vivid, almost neon, orange-
red hair cascading down to her shoulders in a mix of
dreads and straightened locks.
My eyes roamed, taking in her slim figure encased in a
tight black top with narrow straps that left most of
her back and shoulders exposed. A few inches of skin
showed at the small of her back then her pleated skirt
kicked in, barely long enough to reach her thighs - and
what thighs.
I figured she had to be a dancer or an athlete to have
legs like that; the all-too brief view of flawless,
porcelain skin between her striped stockings and the
shifting hem of her skirt was enough to hook me in. I
had to see her face. Was she as beautiful as I hoped,
or was her sexy appearance just a cruel trick?
"Hi," I shouted over the music, my fingers brushing
against her shoulder as I tried to get her attention.
She felt like silk. For what seemed like an eternity
she didn't respond, just kept twisting to the beat, but
finally she turned, wordlessly, and draped her arms
around my neck, continuing to dance as if nothing had
changed.
Her hair was even more vivid than I realised close-up,
catching the lights that shimmered overhead. Two
slightly wavy locks framed her face. She had soft,
delicate features; her mouth shining with lip gloss the
same colour as her hair, her eyes highlighted with more
muted tones. Her eyes were sultry and disarming,
looking up at me from under half-closed lids. It made
her seem coy and mischievous at the same time. I fought
to keep my eyes on hers instead of trailing lower, and
when my brain got back into gear, I remembered to say,
"I'm Lucas."
She considered this information, biting her lip
thoughtfully. That one gesture could have floored me.
"Grace," she introduced herself as. I wasn't sure if
that was her real name or not.
"You come here often?" I asked, and mentally kicked
myself. How lame. If she thought so too it didn't show:
she just shook her head and moved a little closer,
swaying to the more subdued tune the DJ had put on. I
made a mental note to thank him for his impeccable
timing.
Before I knew it, she had her body pressed against
mine. Her arms were tighter around my neck, our
foreheads almost touched. Her breasts were soft against
my chest. It didn't feel like she was wearing a bra. My
hands, first on her shoulders, slid down her back,
confirming my theory. God, she was irresistible. So far
she'd practically melted into me, so I decided to push
my luck, my hands grazing her buttocks before gripping
more firmly through her skirt. She smiled, grinding her
hips into me.
There was no way she could miss my erection pressing
into her stomach, but rather than scaring her off as I
feared, it just made her lick her lips. She was like a
predator toying with her prey - and I didn't mind being
lower on the food chain. She'd kissed me before I even
realised she'd moved, her tongue slipping between my
surprised lips and caressing mine with expert skill. My
right hand worked it's way up, underneath her skimpy
top, stroking her back as we made out in the middle of
the dance floor. I didn't care how much of a spectacle
we might end up creating: I had to have her.
Fortunately for my part, she seemed to want to have me.
Awkwardly, we half-danced and half-fell our way off the
floor, still entwined, her hands all over my back, mine
all over hers. We barely stopped kissing to find time
to breath, it was the most frantic kiss I'd ever had.
Somehow we ended up in one of the darker corners of the
club, tucked away next to one of the foundation arches.
She was pressed against the wall, I was pressed against
her, shamelessly groping her breast beneath her top.
She wasn't overly-endowed, but she felt wonderful, and
her nipple was hard beneath my fingertips as I toyed
with her, eliciting moans into my mouth.
She stopped running her hands over my back and for a
moment I thought I'd gone too far, until she unzipped
my jeans and started to stroke my cock through my
boxers. I could have cum right then, but I held back.
Barely. She broke the kiss, seemingly only to see what
effect her teasing was having on me. I had to steady
myself against the arch with one hand, leaning into her
as she worked my cock free and gripped it more firmly.
I groaned, she was too good. Then as suddenly as she'd
started she stopped, and slid down the wall, engulfing
my cock with her mouth without even lining me up with
her hands. She was a natural, or just incredibly
experienced. I didn't care. I'd never had a blowjob so
good, never felt a mouth so warm, and wet, and she took
me so deep, I could feel her throat against the head of
my cock. She didn't gag, even as I came, stifling a cry
of ecstasy, my cock spasming and pouring come down her
throat. She kept sucking, until the pleasure became
almost unbearable, and only then did she stop,
carefully zipping me back up and rising to her feet.
"Come back tomorrow," she whispered, crystal clear over
the music, and ducked under my arm, disappearing into
the crowd. I could hardly move after that, let alone
chase her. She was gone.
Friday
It was an easy choice, whether or not I should return
the next night, even though the cover charge had gone
up, and I couldn't really afford to go out as it was.
But for her, I'd have done anything. Milling about with
a beer in my hand, I stood near the dance floor but not
on it, trying to spot her, but her vivid orange-red
hair was nowhere to be seen. I checked my watch - it
was this time yesterday that I'd first seen her. Maybe
she'd stood me up, or maybe I'd hallucinated the whole
thing. Just as I was thinking it had been too good to
be true, someone brushed their fingers over my
shoulder.
"Hi," a girl said behind me. I turned. She was wearing
a black mini-dress that zipped through from the neck to
the hem. The zip had a fairly large d-ring attached,
and was already partially undone, revealing a
tantalising glimpse of cleavage. Her hair was blue-
black, and pretty short, in a cute, asymmetrical bob
that half-hid her face behind her fringe. It was only
then that I realised she was the girl from the night
before.
"I'm Alice," she said, leaving me to guess whether that
was her real name or another pseudonym. It didn't
matter, she was here now. My cock rose in anticipation,
but first, she dragged me onto the dance floor, hardly
giving me the time to leave my beer on a counter.
A fast electronica track was playing, and she
practically writhed to it. Each sudden movement
threatened to hike the already short skirt of the mini-
dress even higher, and some of her twists pulled at the
zipper, edging it lower, and my eyes were glued to her
increasingly exposed cleavage. She knew what she was
doing to me, she even seemed to be getting off on it;
the more turned on I got by her dancing, the more
violent her moves, the more erotic the result. I
couldn't keep her out of my arms any longer.
As I wrapped around her, I noticed she was shorter than
yesterday - she must have had platform boots on before.
I had to pick her up to kiss her, and I could sense her
smile as her skirt slipped up over her ass cheeks,
exposing them to anyone on the dance floor observant
enough. When we broke the kiss she pulled her skirt
down, but only just - with my hands on her buttocks, I
could still feel a lot of skin.
Just like before, we soon worked our way off the dance
floor, but to a different corner of the club. This part
had couches where people could chill out in the shadows
away from the heat and light of the dance floor, but it
was still early in the night and we were the only ones
there. She pushed me back onto a couch, following me
down and straddling my hips. My cock pressed against
her sex through my jeans and whatever she was wearing,
I could feel the heat coming off her.
She bit her lip teasingly, and ground down against me,
and continuing until we were dry-humping on the couch,
she getting off grinding against my cock, and me just
struggling to keep from exploding. I reached up and
hooked my finger into the d-ring of her zip, tugging it
down slowly, savouring every inch of skin exposed. When
I reached her navel I let go and ran my fingers up over
her taut, flat stomach to cup her breasts, pushing the
dress aside so it hung loosely off her shoulders,
caressing her curves and tweaking her nipples.
I pulled her towards me so I could kiss her neck, then
her chest, worked my way to her breasts and then
sucking lightly on her nipples, flicking them with my
tongue, as she continued to grind. Abruptly she rolled
off me, still half-naked, and gestured for me to follow
suit. I straddled her hips as she had done mine, and
she once again unzipped me and got a hold of my cock.
This time as she got me off she looked me in the eye,
never breaking that contact, and slowly worked both her
hands up and down my shaft at an agonisingly slow pace.
She could see in my eyes how much I wanted to come, but
she didn't let me, drawing the process out for as long
as possible, the risk of getting caught increasing with
every passing moment, until at last she sped up her
ministrations, jerking me off faster and faster, and I
came, hot white come landing on her breasts and
stomach, a few drops landing on her cheek. She wiped it
off her face with a fingertip, and licked it clean. Her
come-covered chest she ignored, just zipped the dress
back up, and slid out from under me.
"Tomorrow," she informed me, and I nodded, panting. She
kissed my cheek, and left.
Saturday
It was the busiest I'd seen the club in some time,
making me worry that she wouldn't be able to find me -
or just as bad, that when she did, we'd have nowhere
private to go, and I wasn't sure how she'd feel if I
offered to take her home with me. I began looking for
her in earnest, but the trouble was I didn't know what
I was looking for. She could be wearing anything, she
might have changed her hair again. It was like
searching for a needle in a very large, writhing,
multi-coloured haystack.
Just as I was about to give up, I saw her. Even with
her hair up, and in ringlets, coloured a sort of
reddish-brown, it was undoubtedly her. The way the
ringlets fell around her face would have given her a
certain shy beauty, she could have pulled off the girl-
next-door look, if not for what she was wearing. A
tight net t-shirt gave no doubt that she wasn't wearing
anything beneath, the way her breasts bounced when she
moved, never staying still enough to get a good glimpse
of her nipples through the holes.
The black pleated skirt had returned, flicking up when
she danced, highlighting her gorgeous legs. I was about
to go to her, but then I realised she was already with
someone. I'd have felt betrayed if it was another guy -
despite the blatantly informal, sexual nature of our
'relationship' - but it wasn't another guy at all. Who
she danced with could definitely pull off the innocent
girl-next-door look, even with her ample chest squeezed
into a striped purple, pink and blue three-quarter
sleeved shirt than ended just above her midriff. Her
jeans were tight, showing off a really great ass, and
Alice's grip was enough to demonstrate how firm that
ass really was.
Neither had noticed me watching them, and the rest of
the crowd didn't seem to care about their antics, or
were just politely ignoring them, save for a few
surreptitious glances - mostly the men when their
partners weren't paying attention to the direction of
their gaze. Alice was definitely in charge of the
situation, just as she had been in control with me,
guiding her fellow dancer's movements, sliding her leg
between the other girl's thighs, wrapping her arms
around her.
She used that leverage to pull the girl down onto her
leg, and the girl was quickly grinding her crotch
against Alice's thigh. Alice kept busy, slipping one
hand up under the other girl's shirt to fondle her
large breasts. I could see her reach around to unhook
the girl's bra, and watched as the girl shirked it
through her sleeves. Her nipples were plainly visible,
poking out from the stretchy fabric of her shirt, and
the way her freed breasts moved was incredibly erotic.
Slipping her leg out from between the other girl's
thighs, and ignoring her looks of dissatisfied protest,
Alice circled around her new toy, pressing into the
girl's back and sliding her hands up to cup her
breasts. Then her fingers danced down the girl's
stomach and into her jeans, the fevered movements I
could make out matched by the looks of ecstasy on the
girl's face. She tensed suddenly, her mouth open in a
cry of pleasure muted by the music, but Alice didn't
stop.
I couldn't pry my eyes away from the girl's quivering
breasts at first, but when I did, I saw Alice looking
at me, making eye contact right across the crowded
dance floor, as she worked the nameless girl to orgasm
after orgasm. My cock twitched, remembering that same
eye contact as she gave me the best hand job of my
life.
When she was done, Alice left the girl dazed in the
middle of the dance floor, and having whispered
something in her ear, wound her way gracefully to me.
She didn't say anything, just kissed me sensuously, and
then slid two of her fingers into my mouth. The taste
was unmistakable.
"Who're you today?" I asked, but she didn't answer.
Instead she took my hand and guided it down under her
skirt. She wasn't wearing anything beneath it, and was
already wet with excitement. My middle finger slid into
her easily, drawing out a faint gasp from her, but she
was still very tight. I knew that tonight, I had to be
inside her.
Pulling her close, it looked like we were just slow
dancing, but I started to finger her slowly, trying to
repay her for the previous night's teasing. I didn't
consider myself a bad guy when it came to getting a
girl off, and the way her fingers were digging into my
shoulder reassured me. My index finger slipped into
her, and her grip tightened even further. I was
expecting her to draw blood. My thumb on her clit
finished her off, her orgasm heralded by a breathless
cry in my ear, and her pussy squeezing and spasming
around my fingers.
With her weak-kneed, it was my turn to lead us off the
dance floor. Tonight the chill out room wasn't empty,
but other people weren't really registering in my head
anymore. My world started and ended with her. I was
head over heels in lust. Finding a couch of our own, we
settled into it, her curled in my lap with her head
against my chest. She seemed to be watching the couple
on the couch next to us. They were obviously flirting,
inching closer together, perhaps approaching that first
kiss. Alice stroked my cock through my jeans.
We were far beyond first kisses. She shifted,
straddling me as she had done before, and I could feel
her dampness through two layers of clothing. Expertly
she had me unzipped and out of my boxers with the most
minimal of movements, and guided me inside herself
without hesitation. I closed my eyes, devoured by the
sensation of entering her. She was wondrously tight,
but slick at the same time. We felt made for each
other, perfectly proportioned.
The other couple hadn't noticed us yet, too involved
with each other, and Alice started out subtly enough
that I briefly dreamed it would stay that way. She
ground down onto me, taking me deeper and deeper, and
rotated her hips slowly, biting her lip once again - in
pleasure, this time, I thought. I pulled her down
towards me for a long, involved kiss, but when we broke
it she began to ramp up her movements. It quickly
became obvious what we were doing, but I was powerless
to stop her.
More than that, I didn't want to stop her. Fucking her
- being fucked by her - just felt too good. Soon the
other couple stopped their flirtations, watching us
brazenly. I raised my hips to meet her on the down
stroke of her technique, and throwing any caution or
decorum away, hooked my thumbs under her net top. She
raised her arms up without question, and I slid it off
over her head, exposing her breasts for everyone to
see, bouncing every time she thrust herself down onto
me.
Her eyes fluttered between open and closed, seemingly
unaware of her surroundings, uncaring of the number of
people watching her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw
the girl's hand on her would-be partner's thigh, and
the nervous, but aroused, look on her face.
When Alice came, she came explosively, throwing herself
down onto me with one final thrust, the walls of her
pussy milking the orgasm out of me. I'd never felt so
drained, so well-fucked, before or since then. For a
long time she simply lay against my chest, arms loosely
around my neck, as they had been when we first met,
until she gathered enough strength to move. Without a
word to me or anyone else, she pulled her net shirt
back on, and slid off me. I zipped myself back up,
blushing slightly. I noticed the onlookers suddenly
found the walls very interesting.
When I looked back, Alice - if that was her name - had
gone.
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