Each time she brushed against him he grew less restrained. The less restrained he grew, the more often she brushed against him. He took the first purposeful slide of her hips against his as an accident. Loud music drowned out thought in the small club. Everyone pressed together in a brick box with speakers, a soundboard and nowhere for the heat from the lights and from their bodies to go. She danced through the crowd with her arms in air as though everyone else were there simply for her to swim through.
He’d lost count of how many times she slid her ass across the front of his jeans when she passed him. Once, he ventured the back of his hand against the small of her back. The next he put the palm of his hand across her hip. She lingered, his hand against her body and the heart in his throat throbbed faster. He curled his fingers around her, gripping her waist softly. So softly. The jolt of sudden intimacy shot through him out of this subtle, slight caress. Then the subdued panic of overstepping his bounds and having misinterpreted everything. She turned her head slowly and as she moved to look at him the sense of gamble almost overtook him. Her smile had gravity though, and he felt himself pulled toward her as she danced away again. The next time she danced toward him he slid both his palms against her ass. She leaned back into him and his hard on stiffened.
Her shoulders met the top of his chest. They pressed into him as she moved her hands. She crossed and uncrossed her wrists rhythmically above her head while she circled her hips, slowing when her hips pressed into him. He slid his hands to her waist and felt her movement and warmth underneath a thin, dark T-shirt. She moved more forcefully and he answered by bringing his hips forward. Did she know she was grinding her ass against his hard cock? Were his jeans so thick she couldn’t tell? She danced like he was taking her from behind.
He slid his hands down the top of her thighs. Any question he had of her was answered as she stretched one of her hands on top of his and reached behind herself to put her other hand behind his head. She squeezed her hand. Fingernails pushed lightly into the back of his neck. She matched the fingers of her other hand with his and slid his palm down just far enough for the tips of his fingers were behind the the top of her pants.
The stretchy material gave way to his hand easily as he tried to move farther downward her hand stopped him. She threw her head back against his shoulder and shook her head from side to side, smiling, her message hidden to anyone but them as she told him “no” in time with the music. She danced against him for a long time, with the back of her head against his shoulder. Her eyes were shut. The only thing in the world was the music and her body against his. He could feel the rest of the crowd around them but they were just wallpaper. Nameless faces neither of them bothered to look at whenever they bumped into them.
She held his hand against her for the rest of the song. The crowd howled and clapped in the momentary silence. A baritone voice from one of the band announced the next song but he didn’t recognize what the man had said until the crowd screamed and the opening chords reverberated out of the speakers.
Her movements grew more excited when the song started. She dug her nails into his neck. She pressed her ass perfectly against his cock. She took his hand and slid it between her legs, over her pants. He felt her through the material and imagined how wet she must be. She pressed his fingers against her pussy and showed him the circles she wanted him to rub against her. He circled and circled, knowing her clit was only two thin pieces of fabric away from the pads of his fingers.
She slid both hands behind her and through his hair before raising them into the air again, crossing over each other in her mesmerizing pattern. She moved her hips purposefully against him, helping his fingers rub more strongly into her. She danced more and more intensely as the song built. She dipped her hips and his fingers were almost inside of her. She grinded against them as her entire body became part of the dance of him him fingerfucking her.
He felt her body buckle and her hands clasped the back of his neck to steady herself. He could feel her breathing heavier and heavier. He felt the vibrations of her moans but could not hear them through the music. She came with his hand hand between her legs, both his arms around her. The crowd pressing against them, knowing or unknowing.
She turned her head to smile back at him. He wanted to kiss her lips so badly but she leaned back and kissed his cheek before he could move. Her smile widened as she bucked her hips one more time against him and danced away.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/5r69rw/quickie_a_concert_story