This happened just this weekend. It’s been rattling around in my head for a while now, and I figured it needed to be shared.
I hadn’t ever been to a nightclub before. Bars, sure, even places with dancing, but nothing quite like this. Music so loud you felt, more than heard it. The lights were dark except for vibrant, strobing lasers and rotating spotlights, making the dancers appear and disappear in still frames, drenched in primary colors. Periodically, gusts of vapor sprayed down from the ceiling, highlighting the beams of light flashing above people’s heads.
I remember when me and my friends arrived, I spotted a couple heavily making out on the dance floor, his hand buried in her pants, working away at her pussy. In truth, I thought it was hilarious. They clearly didn’t care who was watching through the crowds and smoke. It seemed more like something I’d see on the internet, not here, in real life. A small twinge of arousal hit me, but it was outweighed by my desire to point it out to a friend and laugh. What the hell were we doing here. What the hell was *I* doing here?
This wasn’t our first stop of the night, of course. Our previous stops had been considerably tamer, but exciting enough to meet and chat with other groups of people. It was at one of these places that I met her.
She was a head shorter than me, and somewhat petite. Blonde, with a pixie cut. I never got her name, but I did learn it was her birthday. She was wearing a sheer t-shirt and a pair of white shorts, both tight enough to show off her figure.
We hit it off relatively well after just a few words. It’s hard to pinpoint why exactly, but you notice these things. Smiles, eye contact. Both our groups were moving along though, so we didn’t interact for long. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but she did stick in the back of my head.
Until I spotted her and her crew on the dance floor, outlined by the flashing lights.
It didn’t take long before the two of us peeled away from our respective groups, still dancing. The music made talking normally impossible, so we had to press our heads together just to understand a single word. Even shouting, only snippets of conversation made it through.
“…can’t believe…”
“…same club…”
“…place is insane…”
Talking gave us an excuse to move our bodies closer and closer, but it was clear we didn’t need one.
My thigh tucked between her legs, I let her straddle me. We were both still ‘dancing’, if you could call it that. Grinding, gyrating, or dry humping were probably closer descriptions. Pressing our bodies together, just looking for more ways to increase how much we were touching. My cock was hard at this point, both from how close we were pressing against each other, but also from how clear it was that she wanted me.
She pushed away from me turned around, and bent over, pressing her ass into my crotch. Following her lead, I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in, grinding her against my cock through my pants. Running my hands up her body, I guided her back up, so my chest was pressed up against her back. She turned back around, and pressed her face against mine.
“…gonna make out?”
Was all I caught, but it was all either of us needed. I pressed my lips against hers, awkwardly at first, since we were both still rubbing against each other in time with the music, but soon enough we took hold of each other’s heads, and only broke away from each other to breath.
This whole time I’d been rocking my leg back and forth against her crotch, my mind flashing back to the couple I’d seen when I first arrived. I started rocking back and forth harder, pushing her hips down into my leg. When I started moving my leg into her along with the beat, she started holding on to me tighter, her eyes widening.
What the hell *was* I doing here?
She turned around on me again, but this time I held on to her, my right hand across her chest, the other on her thigh. Letting my right hand grab hold of her tits, my left slid down between her legs, and I could feel her body press against my hand, practically involuntarily. Both our bodies were working in time, her humping and grinding my hand through her shorts. I felt around, searching for her clit, but it was quickly obvious all I had to do was keep my hand still, and she could do the work.
She shuddered. Even over the music and crowds, I could hear her half mutter, half-gasp “Oh my god, oh my *god*,” as her hands clenched against my clothes, pulling me closer.
I’d been holding on to her tits over her clothes, but now I reached in through the top of her shirt. Running my hand under her bra, I found her nipple, and held it between my fingers. At the same time, I put my mouth against her neck, right where it met her shoulder. Planting kisses up and down.
She was still pressing her pussy against my hand. Drawing my fingers up, I skirted the waist of her pants, and she moaned. Sliding my hand down I could feel the shape of her pussy through her panties, her clit a tiny stiff bulge. She was shaven, or at least trimmed very closely. And soaking wet.
She gasped, and a shudder went over both of us.
The drinks, the dehydration, the crowds caught up to me all at once.
Her too, by the looks of it. Or at least, something did. She pressed her head against mine one more time.
“…need to…some water…”
And disappeared into the crowd of dancers.
I saw her again, of course. We met back up with the rest of her friends and danced a little longer (actually *dancing* this time) but the both of us were clearly exhausted. It was almost 3am at that point. At one point, I went to get some water of my own, and spotted them walking out an exit.
If it feels a bit anti-climactic (no pun intended) that’s… just because that’s how it happened. I don’t expect I’ll ever run into her again, but it happened once, so who knows?
I didn’t cum while we were grinding (thankfully) but this is a memory I’m going to hold on to for a long time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/509yd3/mf_the_first_time_i_went_to_a_nightclub_i
You got her phone number, right?
ABC, always be closing. Should have got her number