Classy, Dirty, little bit posh – baring my sole (and a lil ass check) Pt 1 [FM]

It’s 1 am.

All the other girls are well drunk, they are loud, messy, raucous. None of them notice as i grab my jacket and leave out the side door of bar. No one will miss me, its late enough for me to call it a night. I spill out onto a bustling pedestrianised section of the city’s main late night hub. I am alone and invisible it the large crowd of revellers.

I put my head down, the thin hood on my lite jacket up and push on up the main street for a good 5 minutes till i take a sharp left into the main door of a well known nightclub. I always get nervous as i pass the bouncers, try to look relaxed and nonchalant as i pretend to look at my phone as i pass. They smile and wave me in, instant relief and….. and….. well a sense of excitment, a tremor passes over my crotch…. its on!!!

There are things a girl can do when she is out with her friends, especially her cloest friends. She can drink, dance, flirt, make a scene, hook up with a guy. BUT!!! There are things she can’t do, there are things she would be ashamed to do in front of her friends, friends have memories, friends judge and gossip and talk behind your back.. or even worse talk to you face… about your BEHAVIOR…

All alone, in a dark, load, vast nightclub… the type that has no issue taking your money, feeding you drink and… most importantly of all… cramming in 100s of hot, young people all looking to drink, laugh and dance their ass’s off!

The multi level kind of club, with big heaving dance floors, and hot throbbing music.

Quick few housekeeping issues first.. take off lite jacket, stash it in a corner of the main floor, at the back under a bar stool. It should be fine there, don’t want to que for it later and it was cheap so big whoop if its robbed. Then toilet, no que thank fuck… grab a cubicle. Hate baggage, hate extra shit I don’t need… want my hands free… no handbag… just phone with a slot in the back for a credit card and a couple of 50’s.

Leads on the the most outstanding feature of this dress… POCKETS!!!!! So my hands are free and I’m in incumbered.

The dress is grey, tight on the ass and looser on the top. Stops about 4 inches above the knee which for 5’ 4” is short but not slutty short (had to pass with the girls for the first few hours of the night). Ass looks very good indeed. In a weird stage the last few months, I’m not eating great so I’m a little heavier than i was, more 12 than 10… but been in the gym a lot so squat city. Also paying dividends uptop, gone from a C to a borderline D and this dress is so baggy on top that any little movement shows about 80% of my bra to any interested party within a few feet… grey, little lace, just short of a full cup, the twins looked awesome!

Quick pee.. even then hitching up my dress and pulling down my thong (grey lace matching of course… i cud be hit by a bus…. and the ambulance man might wanna check my vital signs!)… this act of exposure, even in the cubicle teased and tingled with the thoughts of more.

Out, quick touch up in the mirror… sly perv at the luscious Brazilian girl next to me as she readjusted her ample assets… then out the door and straight to the floor… heart pounding with excitment.

Survey all three floors quickly, moving with purpose like I’m headed to the bar or to see someone… looking to see who shows interest, who smiles, who “brushes off me”…. you know the guys they circulate being over eager to apologies for the slightest contact … usually fingertips barley touching your hips either side to guide them past you….. such gents!! Strange them same fingers always seem to land on your knicker eleastic.. the pure lust in their eyes as they contort them to try and look at your face and cleavage in one swift glance……. ME TOO and all.. but fuck I love to be a piece of meat sometimes…. brush off me, bump into me, whisper ur apologies in my ear as ur breath hits my neck….. take a mental image of my tits and burn it into you wank bank for later….We ALL jerkoff after a night out….. i hope I’m as filthy in ur fantasy as i am in reality!

Bout 15 minutes in, little after 1.30am as i dance by myself on the basement dance floor (hip hop/ r&b always best for this kind of thing) a guy encroaches on my personal invisible stage, those few square foot u don’t invade unless u want to. I noticed him earlier.. there was a smile and long look by one of the bars… he is near 6ft, dark, stubble, older, 32 say? (I’m 27 since u wondered dear reader). He has potential. He dances in, i throw out an over the top flirtatious smile (he’s hot, maybe not too clever… lets not tax his brain too much). He takes the que dances into me, hands to my hips, gentle grind in rhythm with the song. Ooooh a whole 30 seconds before one hand is on my ass… he’s not talking, just smiling, grinding, gripping.. quick look confirms the wedding ring… “You married??” I call in his ear, before giving him a typical dramatic; you naughty boy look of fake shock. “Yeah, that ok” he replies his face buried in my shoulder length blonde hair as he cranes down to my ear.

That ok? That ok? There’s the loaded question… his hand is on my ass, he is grinding what is at least a decent semi into me…. if i say its ok, this guy isn’t gonna buy me a drink and ask for my number… if i say ok right this second I’m gonna end up in a hotel room with a married man, like some sort of common whore!

FUCK YEAH is my response as i pivot on my heel so he can now grind that thing off my ass……please let their be hotel near by….

To Be Continued….

[FM]

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