I danced 20[F] with a goddess and seduced an exotic man for some very sensual fun.

So the next development in my curious little sex life has unfolded. I’m very excited to share because I LOVED your feedback from my [last story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/azt66b/hottest_tinder_date_ive_20f_ever_had/?st=JTTMD7PF&sh=22c5c1ef).

**BUCKLE UP FOR: Dancing on and seducing a sexy guy in a club, a cheeky little triad involving the hottest lady I’ve ever laid eyes on, and some raw, steamy, verrry anticipated sex between me and my date (after all that buildup). Enjoy x**

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I’ve made some new friends at a party recently, and they’re really on my level. Our favourite activity recently is to pay an all-night visit to a very quirky bar and dance floor we’ve stumbled across in the city. There they play deep, thumping, high-energy jungle music that keeps us on our toes with drinks in our hands for hours on end.

If you meet me, you’ll know very quickly that dancing is one of my favourite ways to release. I would consider my style very upbeat, animated and very sensual, and I love the shared heat between people on the dance floor.

So last Saturday I was doing my thing, going absolutely wild, enjoying myself and feeling all the looks and attention I was getting around me. I was wearing a tight black top and a short airy skirt, that very well complimented my long, slim legs. I tend not to love attention, but dancing is my zone and I can’t help but draw a crowd when I really let loose. As I’m bouncing around, I keep spotting this cute guy nearby us: tall and dressed in soft loose black pants and a faded, open denim vest. He came off very exotic, and what caught my attention most was that he was dancing even harder than me!! I rarely see this from men and found his confidence very attractive.

Over the rest of the night, we slowly shimmied our ways closer, dancing between our friends and wooing each other until his hips were behind me and my ass was pressing up against his. The excitement was unreal. He had this hot mop of hair falling around his eyes that was just making me hungry.

Towards the end of the night our lips met a couple of times, and it was clear we had a connection. He introduced himself as Zed and I told him I was Wolfie. He was from Ukraine and had been travelling Australia for a few months. I asked him for his phone number, kissed him with a smile and left with my friends.

He messaged me the next day to tell me what a blast he’d had, and thanked me for being part of it. He asked me to get tea the following weekend which I agreed enthusiastically to, and we chatted sporadically over the course of the week. Finally, Friday came and he told me he’d be at the dance bar again on Saturday night for a huge birthday party his friends were having.

I told him I’d see him there.

That Saturday night I dressed up in a tight gold bodysuit I’d bought at a festival, the kind that hugs my slim torso and follows the sleek outline of my body past my hips and into little flaps between my thighs that clip together for easy access. It made me very wet to feel it rubbing there, concealing my bare pussy. I covered the bodysuit with a short pair of high-waisted black pants, with little flares around the legs that fluttered when I moved my hips. A little set of black boots and a luscious flick of eyeliner later, I was ready to go.

I met my friends at their house in the city for some warm-up drinks and dancing out on their deck. We carted ourselves into our fave bar at about 10pm, and got down to it for about an hour before I felt a strong pair of hands touch my shoulders. I whipped around and was ecstatic to see my exotic date had showed up. He was high on energy from a music gig beforehand, and we immediately began seducing each other with extravagant, lively grooves and whirls that lit up the rest of the dance floor immediately. I was absolutely showing off, swinging my hips in hula hoops as I circled around him and glided about the floor, making sure to tease by returning to my girlfriends every now and then for some grinding and shaking.

I could tell he was turned on, and even though he was going just as crazy as I was, his eyes would be locked on me and my ass every time I turned around. I’m rather tall and slender, and I measured up to him nicely despite him still having some fair height on me. But my behind is my thickest asset, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t use it to my advantage. I know exactly how to move so that the whole club is watching. After all, men are very easy creatures to entertain.

I’d return to Zed often, finding him on the dance floor and bouncing on his stomach here and there; occasionally leading him to the back of the club where I quickly tasted his lips and then went back to what I was doing. He was lusting like a bull at this point, and I could tell I had him well and truly seduced.

Another hour had passed, and of the blue, my 3 best friends came to collect me as they were heading to another club. After some internal debate and whispered reassurance from Zed that we could continue our adventure here and he’d return me to my friends in the morning, I bid them farewell with an excited exchange of winks and continued my night, now one on one with the exotic prince.

I was relaxed, in my element and several vodkas deep now, feeling sexy and joyous as I floated around the dance floor. A girl in a short, shimmery, green velvet dress caught my eye as she appeared and began to work the front of the dance floor. Artistic tattoos oozed from her shoulders and thighs, a very eye-catching blue monarch butterfly poking out from just under one side of her plump ass. She was small and petite, and the way she was dancing was fucking irresistible. Her hands rested on the DJ deck as she splayed her behind to all of us, paddling on her tip toes wide apart with her juicy little porcelain ass pointed and jiggling in a way that was leaving little to the imagination and driving me INSANE.

“Have you SEEN that girl?” I query to my newly acquainted lover, as we sit thigh to thigh to rest on a couch pushed against the back wall. We admired with our jaws agape as she continued to hypnotise a young man with dance skills of his own and a confidence to entertain her. I could tell she was in control though, and she simply melted him dominantly with her burning sex appeal and charm. Zed and I were biting our hands, squirming and making out a little at the sight. I can’t resist a tempting lady when under the influence of alcohol, and I realised she could tell we were watching because she started to position herself towards us, putting on a show and glancing ever so elegantly back at us with little cheeky knowing smiles.

“So we both like girls,” Zed muses as he leans in close.
“Looks like you and I have something in common,” he continues. I can feel his lips on my ear and his fringe brushing my cheeks. Mesmerised and ignited, I immediately get up and walk towards the girl. I inch my way closer, swinging my hips in pattern with her body and playing the little game of offering myself as her dance partner. I wanted to relish in her attention, and I also want to put on an enticing show for Zed.

M plan works, and she begins to trust me and play back. I’ve seen this scenario unfold many times together with other girls: they either take the bait and we team up to seduce the whole dance floor at once, or they’re too shy or into boys and won’t show interest. Well velvet girl was a team player. We intertwine our hips and circle on each other as wolf whistles begin to erupt from behind. I have the whole place around my finger now and I catch Zed looking on with impressed satisfaction. It doesn’t take him long to join, and I’m surprised and pleased to see the other two take to each other quite well. Our little trio continues to entrance, and when the music stops and the club switches the lights on, we sit on the back wall and chat about the night. We’re soon hearded out the doors and some grimy man is harassing velvet girl for her company home.
I wave her over and say, “Come with us, don’t worry about it,” knowing she’d be much safer with us.
“Where are we going?” She queries, eager but unsure.
“I have no idea!” I laugh.
“My friends are having an after party a few blocks away. Wanna come?” Zed offers to us both. By her reaction it sounds like this is exactly the kind of thing velvet girl was hoping for at this time of night.

We stumble and prance down the road, laughing and making stories as we go. I jump ahead, exploring, with a secret pleasure in listening to them cheekily flirt behind me. They’re cautious enough that they’re wary of me, but I think I gave them enough signs back at the club that it was more than okay. I’ve never done this before but it was kinda turning me on, and I join in their quips and their cheek here and there to encourage them.

Finally, we reach the party and velvet girl leaps ahead through the door, the two of us following closely behind. We meet & greet the hosts, scavenge for drinks and giddily run rampant for a little while. Velvet girl has soon dug her hooks into the DJ, and is rocking her body fucking enchantingly for him in the living room. Men are drooling and she is in her own entire world of sexiness. I shake my head in disbelief, and try to pry my eyes away from her as she enjoys herself. I go and find Zed, and he’s tinkering about in the kitchen. Whilst I don’t know him well I really enjoy his energy, as he’s a rather quirky, confident and spontaneous fellow. We do a little bit more flirting, basking in the excitement and attention we’ve just enjoyed as a little triad. After some more rounds of the party we go back to find velvet girl contently relaxing in the sofa, her porcelain legs splayed elegantly in the most torturously teasing way. Her little blue monarch tattoo pokes suggestively from beneath her thigh and my eyes just about roll into my head. The attraction I feel for this girl is insane. It seems like she’s winding down though, and lays with her eyes closed as she softly babbles praise and thanks to us. She tells me I’m beautiful and falls asleep. I don’t think any of us are in a state for a threesome anymore, but I know I’m going to have to release all this thickened pent up energy on Zed somewhere soon.

He seems to get the same idea, and asks if I want to go back to his place. I’m over the moon hearing we have somewhere private to go to, and we wake velvet girl to invite her back to stay but she declines with a smile, and says she’s very happy here. We both kiss her goodnight and Zed whispers to her for a minute alone as I wait on our exit. I’m curious but it’s sweet and I enjoy wondering what he said to her.

So we begin the second trek of mischief for the night back towards Zed’s place, and to my readers, if you’ve come this far you’re finally in for your reward. The house is only a couple blocks away and I’m stoked to see Zed has his own spacious room in a sharehouse, with high ceilings and a little kitchenette inside. Earthy drapes line the walls and candles set up a relaxing atmosphere. I perched gracefully on his bed with my legs crossed and my chest propped up. He starts a Pink Floyd album and takes his shoes off. No time passes before we crawl on top of each other and our bodies begin to intertwine, rubbing seductively as we aggressively make out, giggle and talk dirty. I’m absolutely over the edge by this point, and I can’t wait to find out what’s underneath his loose cotton shorts. I could feel his cock on the dance floor pressed behind me but I couldn’t gauge its size, so I’m well and truly curious. Well, I’m on top of him now and he runs his hands over my boobs, hugged tightly by my gold sparkling bodysuit, which I’m now eager to remove. I unzip my black flowing shorts and peel them down my legs and then over my ankles, eyes locked on his. It’s just me in my leotard now, my long thighs naked and glowing, spread over either side of his hips as if to pin him down while I undressed. I imagine again what’s under his shorts. I lean down to kiss him again, and slowly encourage his shirt up over his head, revealing a very tanned body with an exciting amount of lean muscle hugging his long torso. As we kiss his semi-soft cock becomes straddled between my inner thighs, and I’m grinding hard to feel it. The scent of his body is getting me wet. He starts to rub me between the small triangle of material that covers my soft pink lips below my waist. He beats me to oral, and finally peels the rest of the sequinned gold off of my body and splays me out bare and ready on his bed. He begins to lick me with his tongue. From my inner hips which makes me smile and squirm, to the front of my thighs making me purr slowly, and to the area between my lips that starts to cause some heavy breathing. His textured tongue slowly laps up the length of my clitoris, and I feel all of the sensations of his tastebuds as he pleasures the slit in between my little wettening hole. His body is heavy and I can feel it from between my legs. I can’t wait to get him on top of me.

I tell him I’m not on birth control so we’ll have to wrap it before we tap it. He’s deflated and pouty, telling me he doesn’t like them that much. This is the exact kind of bratty behaviour I hate getting from guys, though my sexual energy with this one is so strong I’m almost willing to give in and forgo, and just pick up the morning after pill tomorrow.

Before long his pants are off and I’m gobsmacked. His now-fully hard dick is actually huge, and I was NOWHERE near expecting it at all. That is definitely not what I felt on the dance floor. This thing is mesmerizing, and I observe it over my nose as I get closer and closer to the head to taste it with a lick. I take the tip into my mouth and he gasps. It is instantly clear I am dealing with a very sensitive head below his foreskin. I continue to excite and make him squirm with oral, and test myself as I gag to experiment with how much I can take inside my throat. He winds his fingers in my hair and strokes my face as I go which I love.

Once I have him nice and lubricated, he gets himself behind me as we lay on our sides, and he begins to rub his hard body up against me. I’m fucking fanging for it at this point. I forget about the condoms and guide him to my hole. I let him slip inside. I feel the walls of my pussy expand as I take him fully. We both heave out in relief as we adjust to each other’s warmth and wetness. We can barely hesitate any longer before he begins banging me, deep long strokes filling me up. He really is huge, and I’m moaning and seeing stars as he grips me with both hands and pumps me over and over from behind. I cast backwards glances to watch him enter me and we smile and watch each other lustfully. He is loving my body and caressing me with his hands. I climb on top of him and make sure to lower down extra slow so I can feel every centimetre expand my wet hole and pile deep inside me. His body is delicious and I hold his chest with my hands as I throw my ass back and forth against him. We continue rolling around on each other, exploring different positions over the course of the night and tangling our long legs together with his penis buried inside me. He was high on molly and we must have fucked about 5 or 6 times over 4 hours. By the end I was exhausted and raw, but I couldn’t stop wanting to fuck him anyway. He was so huge and each sensual blowjob lead to his head between my thighs, to his fingers in my pussy, to his big cock rolling me on my side and entering me again. We finished in doggy with my legs open wide and his abdomen slamming me and I squealed on his thick, prolonged cock. We collapsed in another sweaty heap and chatted incoherently til the sun came up.

My night with Zed was just the adventure I’d hoped for and so desperately needed. I sure hope I will be treated to his company again ?

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As always, thanks for reading and please let me know allllll the details of how this made you feel ? I adore writing about my sexpeditions, and your encouragement just gets me excited all over again!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b7n00z/i_danced_20f_with_a_goddess_and_seduced_an_exotic