Nailed two fantasies in one night at the goth club [M/F]

I've been lurking around this subreddit for awhile, hoping somehow, someday I'd have something I can share and, by George, I think I've got one! So this might be a bit long, but I'm trying to flesh out as much of my experience as I can so hopefully that's appreciated.

So my group of friends decide to spend our Saturday night by going to one of the gay bars in the city on their goth night. I'm no way goth in my lifestyle but my roommates had gone out there last month and said that it was a fun time and really interesting so I thought hey, why the fuck not. I've got nothing better going on! Plus I like going out and dressing up, especially if it's going out dressed in something fun and crazy like this. Business casual, this is not! P.S. Shut up Anna Kendrick, I know my bathroom's a mess – don't you judge me.

Anyways, before we go further, I suppose I should describe myself. I am a petite but curvy Asian woman in her late twenties. Brown eyes and long red-brown hair. I've got a nice, round face that make people still think I'm a freshman in college. I've been complimented on having a really great smile. And I'll save you the question, yes, this account has some pics if you need some better visual aids. I'll just wait patiently while you guys open up another tab…ok, we good?

I'm not really the clubgoing type of person and didn't really know what to expect going in, but the place was a trip. It was dark and smoky inside. Colored lights flickered across the space, music so loud you feel your soul shake, and women of different shapes and sizes in lingerie dancing in cages…alright, preeeetty cool. The bar was split into two different rooms with different music playing in each area. The bartender I had was a real sweetie and made some deliciously strong mixed drinks that would set the tone for the night. So far, good first impressions.

Here's where things get interesting. During the night, I notice one corner of the club where girls were getting tied up bondage style. Each time I looked over, I'd get more and more intrigued at what's going on but was feeling a bit too timid to go up and try it out. Getting tied up was something I'd always wanted to try in the bedroom but here in the middle of a club? Ehhh…I was a bit reluctant.

Looking back on the night, I can conclude there's a distinct correlation between the number of drinks I had and how much my want to try was outweighing my self-consciousness. Finally, I walked over to the area and went to observe closer.

Thank science there was someone there that sensed my curiosity and put me at ease. She chatted with me for a bit about the scene here and that the guys who do this are really nice and all that. So with dutch courage and some encouragement, I went in and asked the guy to tie me up.

He asked me to place my hands behind my back and I felt the ropes start to wrap around me. The sensation of the ropes was new for me but I found there was a lovely feeling of constriction as they tightened around me. Almost like a warm embrace or a hug. There were times where he'd take a pause and lean me back against him. The ropes would grip me tighter in this position and knowing I was not in control and a bit helpless was quite the turn on for me. He was sensual in his movements, occasionally squeezing my breasts or tugging my hair with just the right amount of roughness. There were moments as he tied me up when my hands would accidentally brush against his crotch. The thought of rubbing my hands against his pants purposefully crossed my mind a few times admittedly. I couldn't help but moan softly towards the end as he used the rope to squeeze and press my tits.To put it succinctly, the experience plus the alcohol in my system was making me incredibly turned on.

I wandered back to where my group of friends were seated afterwards. My best friend proceeded to call me a dirty, sexy bitch and we giggled drunkenly. Couple more drinks later, while I was chatting, I started feeling like someone was very lightly touching my skirt. I thought I imagined it at first but then the feeling returned. I then also realized that one of the guys in our group was sitting real close next to me and I put one and one together.

This guy I had actually just met that very night. One of our other friends had brought him along to come with us. He wasn't the type I normally went for in all honesty but he was decent looking and seemed all right. In my drunken state of mind, I decided to see what would happen if I subtly pulled the bottom of my skirt so that it was easier to slip a hand underneath. Soon enough, I felt his hand slip underneath and start running his fingers across my panties. So here I was getting my pussy rubbed in the middle of a nightclub while my group of friends sat and/or stood close by.

His hand would grab and squeeze my ass then start rubbing over my panties again. At a certain point, his fingers deftly slipped underneath my panties. After the tying up, this whole thing only heightened my arousal. His touch moved smoothly across me, aided by how wet I was getting. He then started rubbing my clit and I almost forgot where I was. I could no longer keep my poker face. My eyes closed tightly and I started to breathe a bit more heavily. When he hit a good spot, I'd giggle.

When he heard me giggle, he pulled me close to him and asked what's wrong. I laughed and said something like oh nothing i'm just feeling really good. He told me I was really hot. I asked him if I felt good and if I was really wet. He said yes to both of those questions.

His hand moved away from my clit and started rubbing around my pussy. I was close to begging for him to slip his fingers inside me. Just as I was about to, I felt his fingers slip in and start to thrust in and out. Automatically, my hips started to grind against his hand. I tried to play this off as me dancing to the music but I don't think I was really successful at this. It probably looked obvious to anyone who saw that I was essentially a bitch in heat at this time.

He did this to me until I had a mini orgasm (the seated position I was in wasn't the best). He went to wash his hands after I came back down, but almost like he couldn't resist, his hand returned underneath my skirt to keep playing. I remember rubbing my hand against his crotch at one time but stopped as it was close to impossible to do this without being extremely obvious. It was also at this point I realized it was just him and me sitting at that same spot. Everyone else was either wandering, grabbing drinks, or maybe caught on to what was going on and discreetly moved.

During all this play, I realized I hadn't really asked him his name the entire time and I don't think he knew mine. Part of me shakes my head and goes Really, naughtylilminx, really? The other part of me laughs at the absurdity of having an almost complete stranger fingerfucking me in public.

With his hands squeezing my ass cheeks, I leaned over and said, "Oh by the way, my name is naughtylilminx."

"I'm Jon," he said as his hands slipped inside my panties again.

We continued on like this until he leaned over and said his hand was tired. He went to wash his hands again then asked for my number. By this point, the fluorescent lighting kicked in announcing that it was last call and the mass exodus of goth-geared adults began.

I was hoping for a continuation of our shenanigans when everyone returned to the house but Jon's buddy was the one who drove the both of them over and he wanted to head home, which meant Jon would be heading home too. A little bummed the night ended that way but despite that, I still managed to fulfill a couple of my fantasies (getting tied up and being played with in public) so I say it was still a success. Already looking forward to the next time I can go there.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/2z72ss/nailed_two_fantasies_in_one_night_at_the_goth