That time I got fingered in a nightclub and fucked on the walk home [FM] [Long]

This experience happened to me just before the whole COVID-19 thing kicked off. It really summarises what I enjoy most about clubbing / partying culture so being able to relive it and share it here is liberating, especially at a time when I miss it so much!

I kind of got lost in the memories so it has ended up quite long. If you’re impatient, I have marked the sexy part with an ***.

So first I guess a little about me. My name is Jesse, I’m 25 from Sydney, Australia. I’m white but always tanned from the beach, with light brown hair which comes down to my midback. Guys always compliment me on my ass which I work really hard on in the gym. I’m relatively fit with a toned stomach, but not obsessively so still have a good level of squish in my boobs, which always comes in handy when pushing them up on a night out.

This story happens on a Thursday night, which is the new Friday here in Australia. All the best parties and club nights are on Thursdays whilst people tend to stay home on Fridays. My friends and I had been texting in the group chat all day, complaining about our jobs and trying to make a plan for the eve just to release ourselves from the monotony. As the messages went on, it was clear we all needed a break from life.

My friendship group is pretty small and tight, but we are all into raving, so it works really well for nights out. On this Thursday, there were three other girls keen to go out: Jennie, Laura and Zoe. Laura and Zoe are seemingly permanently single, and Jennie has a long distance open relationship. If I had to describe them, I would say they are your typical “clubbing” girls. If you know, you know. Work in the service industry, blond hair, tight dresses, the usual. However, they are my best friends so I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

I suggested that we go to a house music event which one of my favourite clubs in Sydney was hosting. Everyone was keen so with that, the plan was set. I couldn’t get out of the office fast enough as soon as the clock hit 5. I got home and threw my work clothes on the floor, and begun the pre-night process which every girl does, where you stand butt naked, staring at your wardrobe hoping for something to jump out.

It’s worth noting at this point that I hadn’t been laid in a long time, over a month in fact. I hadn’t had a steady boyfriend for almost a year and my only chance to fuck, is pretty much on club nights. I was hoping that tonight wasn’t going to be any different because I was hungry, oh so hungry for some attention.

I ended up selecting a pink lacy g-string with a tight black dress over the top. I couldn’t find a bra which looked nice under it as it was so tight, so I figured fuck it and went without. It looked almost exactly like this one. I felt hot so knew this was going to be a good night.

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Later that night, I met my girlfriends at one of their apartments in the city, where we cracked open the predrinks, and started getting pumped up. One of my friends cracked open her purse, and pulled out a little bag of ecstasy pulls, and dropped it on the kitchen table with a triumphant look on her face. It’s no secret that I love molly, especially on a night out. It brings out the best in people, even if it’s just temporary. Everyone becomes your best friend, but you still feel yourself and in control, unlike being drunk.

It’s also no secret that molly gets me horny as fuck, just coming up gets me wet and half the time I don’t notice until I feel my panties starting to dampen under my dress. Tonight was no exception, as we all started coming up in the apartment, we all agreed it was time to head out.

As we join the queue, we can hear the bass thumping out from the building, teasing us as to what’s inside. As frustrating as it is at the time, I actually love the few minutes in the queue, as the excitement builds for getting inside, the bass inside your chest. Soon, we were in, walking hand in hand down the long corridor to the main room.

The MDMA was dancing around my brain, like I was floating on a sea of happy emotion, but still with my feet in the real world. I had a new found affection for everyone and everything around me, touching random shoulders as I walked past people, smiling as if I knew them. I turned to my friends to see that they were feeling the same, smiles on their faces, floating to the dance floor.

We spent a good hour at the dance floor, dancing and laughing, not taking much notice of anyone else around us before I started to feel quite thirsty. I asked the girls if they wanted some water to which they said yes, and I wandered off to the bar.

Moving over to the bar on my own, gave me a different perspective on the place. I could clearly see the girls still on the dancefloor, with lots of guys in the crowd looking over their way. I’m guessing none of them had built up the balls to approach one of us yet, but I was sure it would come. I grabbed a glass from the bar and filled it up with water, before downing it and filling another.

I was super thirsty from the dancing and the molly, so this was one of those “I fucking love water” moments where you can’t get it in fast enough, and it falls down off your chin. I felt the cool water run down by chest and between the middle of my tits, it felt great as I was already covered in sweat anyway. The cool water working its magic from the inside, bringing me back to relaxation.

I looked up to see a guy behind me, waiting to get a water glass for himself. It’s easy to spot another roller by the queue for the water glasses and the rather bored looking barman. His pupils were enlarged and he was smiling.

“You’re really loving that water huh” he joked, as I wiped the water off my chin and grabbed the other glasses from the bar.

“Honestly never tasted anything better in my life” I said back, wiping the last of the water from my chin and chest.

He was tall with an athletic build, wearing a simple black t-shirt and black jeans. In a crowd, you would never notice him, blending in with everyone else but he had the kindest face. Maybe it was the molly but I immediately trusted him. He introduced himself as Sam and we ended up chatting as if we had known each other for ages, small talk about the club and about where in Sydney he lived etc.

He was there with one friend, who had apparently gone out for a smoke. He didn’t smoke himself so found himself wandering around the club, not wanting to get stuck outside.

I remembered that I was supposed to be getting drinks for the girls, so grabbed the other glasses and asked Sam if he wanted to join me down on the dance floor. He nodded his head and followed me back down.

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Back at the group, I handed the girls their drinks and got back to dancing, this time with Sam in tow. We started dancing facing each other, edging away from the other girls and before you knew it, his arms were around me from behind, whilst we danced and grinded to the beats. It was dark on the dancefloor, but I could see his face every time the lights flashed bright, he looked like he was enjoying himself.

As the bass thumped through me, my head swimming in ectasy and happy energy, I reach around behind me to feel the bulge in his jeans. He was either already semi-hard or had a tight package, I couldn’t tell. Either way, he responded by running the back of his hand, up from my hips and across my tits. It was at this point I remembered that I wasn’t wearing a bra, as he paused to feel my now hard nipples, poking through the fabric of my dress.

I turned to face him and we kissed, his tongue curling against mine as his hands wandered back down to my hips, and over my ass. My pussy was aching from the attention, tingling with the thought of being fucked right there on the dancefloor. Knowing that he wanted me, and that he was rock hard in his jeans, thinking only about me and my now soaked pussy was sending me over the edge.

I pulled his ear close and said let’s go take a break. I was super hot from the crowd on the dancefloor, and figured we could have some more fun elsewhere. I glanced over at my friends, who had both gone their separate ways and had their tongues down throats of their own. Looks like they’re nights will end on all fours too.

I took his hand and lead him off the dancefloor and down a short corridor to an area near the smoking area where there were couches dotted about a dark room. There were groups of friends chilling out in there, mostly rolling, with a haze of smoke (probably rather rave sweat) drifting about the room.

We sunk on to one of the empty couches and returned to making out with one another. My hands quickly moved over to his bulge, giving it a squeeze as I felt the vibration of him moan slightly into my mouth. This time, I could feel his cock, hard as a rock, extending down the inside of his left thigh. I gently ran my hand up and down it whilst we made out, our tongues slowly getting sloppier and his hand now running through the back of my hair.

The way we were sitting on the couch, kind of facing each other, with one of my legs in a crossed position and the other off the couch. My skirt was ridden up such that my panties were exposed to him. Every time a light flashed past, you could see the pink fabric framed by my black dress, inviting him in like a siren. He obviously noticed because as my hand is on his cock, he moves his right arm down to my naked thigh, runs his hand up to the crease of my waist and straight under the edge of my panties.

Without even stopping to touch first, his finger slipped straight inside me, my pussy inviting him straight in with a hot wet embrace. “You are so wet” he said into my ear. “I know, I haven’t been fucked in so long” I said back to him. He seemed to take that as a challenge as he hooked his finger upwards, teasing my g-spot. I could feel my cum flooding down into my pussy in response, turning it into a hot gushy mess around his fingers.

As much as I was enjoying his touch, I knew I couldn’t fully let myself go in the club. Nobody really cared what we were doing, but it’s not like he could bend me over the couch without getting thrown out, and I was oh so hungry to have his cock inside me. I felt bad that my pussy was free, whilst his cock was still trapped inside his tight jeans, aching to escape.

I suggested that we head back to my place. I said it’s only a 20 minute walk away, and as it’s a warm evening, we may as well walk to save some cash. He agrees, I find my friends and let them know where I’m going, to which they wish me the best for the rest of my night.

As we exit past security out into the street, the cool night air hits me and feels great having been covered in sweat for the last 4 hours. Despite still being warm, the temperature difference makes my nipples hard again, and I can feel the wetness between my legs cool.

Hand in hand, we begin the walk to my place, soon coming to a large park which links together two suburbs. The park has large open lawns with huge trees dotted about, with a large lit pathway through the middle to the other side. At this time of night, the place is deserted apart from the odd couple or friend group walking home.

As we walked, chatting about Sydney, I suddenly felt the urge to pee. All that water from earlier on had obviously caught up with me. Now I’m no stranger to pissing outside, in fact I prefer to do it somewhere outside on the way home as opposed to a horrible club toilet with a massive queue. I mentioned to Sam that I needed to, to which he replied he needed to go too.

It was too bright to go near the pathway, so I removed my heels to become barefoot, we both stepped over the small chain beside the pathway, on to the grass and walked about 50 metres to a nearby oak tree. The tree was plenty big enough to obscure us from the path, and the other side of it was just an endless expanse of dark grass and trees.

As soon as I got to the tree, I instinctively pulled my dress up over my ass, forgetting Sam was even watching. My bare ass was now visible in the light, with my tiny pink g-string barely covering my asshole. It must have been quiet the sight for Sam but I didn’t care at this point, as I was ready to go like a firehose.

I squatted down, hooked my fingers under the fabric of my panties and pulled them to the side, revealing my glistening pussy to the moonlight. I had barely moved the fabric when I started pissing on to the grass beneath me with a loud hiss. The feeling of relief washed over me as I closed my eyes in pleasure and arched my neck backwards.

I opened my eyes to see Sam, with his jeans undone and cock in his hand. He was probably about 7 inches and he had a really nice curve to his cock. He was semi-hard already, holding his dick at the base, whilst it extended out forwards and slightly down. His eyes were locked on my pussy, now with a stream of clear piss projecting some distance in front of me.

As I watched, he began peeing hard against the tree. As his piss ran down into the grass below, I could see he was pumping his cock ever so slightly, slowing down the stream whilst he watched me intently.

After what seemed like minutes, I finally stopped peeing, finishing with a last few squirts into the grass. I figured that rather than getting my panties wet, I would just take them off so that I did, and put them into my bag. Still in my squat position, I was eye level with Sams cock, still emptying himself into the tree. I couldn’t help but watch whilst he pumped his cock in his hand, now fully hard, spraying the last few drops.

I looked up at him and said “All done?” to which he nodded and went to put his cock away. I reach up and grabbed his hand to stop him. “We don’t have to put that away just yet”, I said whilst wrapping my hand around his shaft. I slid over on my knees so I was now kneeling in front of him, and slipped the head of his cock into my mouth, my ass still bare with my dress up by my waist.

I moaned as his cock slid over my tongue, I had missed being filled so much. I swirled my tongue over the head of his cock, my hand reaching up to gently hold his balls. I pulled his jeans down further so his ass was now bare, with his jeans crumpling around his knees. His balls hung whilst I worked his shaft, my spit running down to the bass, his balls starting to get wet.

I reach around behind him and placed both hands on his ass, which I used to begin gently pumping his cock into my throat. He grabbed my hair and groaned as I choked a little on him, my spit escaping my mouth and falling to the ground. As I pulled away from his cock, a web of goo hung betwen my mouth and his cock, as I plunged myself back into it.

Getting face fucked in the park wasn’t on my plans for the evening, but at this point, it really fit my needs. I wanted to be filled, in every hole possible to make up for lost time. I didn’t care when or how, I needed it.

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Wow! This got super long. I’m going to continue in a part 2 very soon if you all like. This is the first time I have ever shared something like this! We stayed in the park for a while and spoiler alert, never actually made it to my apartment.

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