[MF] a chance meeting at the club

Back in my wild college days, there were a few incidents that stuck out just a little more than the standard. This is one of them.

My college town had a robust and popular riverfront district. Bars, clubs, coffee shops, the standard. One such place was frequented by the rejects from the normalcy surrounding us.

Goths.

The ground floor was by all appearances a normal coffee shop in a college town. Small tables, a glass case filled with pastries and sandwiches. But if you knew where to look, or who to ask, you would find yourself descending an unlit stairwell into the basement, where the real fun was.

Half the floor was covered with the same tables as the coffee shop, but in front of them was a dark hardwood floor, polished and inviting. Dark clad bodies pressed against one another, swaying and gyrating to the deep bass and harsh tones presented by the latest local talent or by the ever present DJ.

Deep red and black leather couches lined the walls on all sides.

It was on a thus far uneventful weeknight that I found myself there, simply standing back and observing the crowd in front of me. I waded into the throng and and was immediately pressed against the person in front of me as the group closed in again, My black trousers presenting very little ffective barrier between my skin and the inviting warmth in front of me as I placed my hands on the hips of what turned out to be a very attractive young girl in fashionably torn tights, a black corset style shirt under a white buttondown and a VERY short skirt.

Her head tilted back to meet my eyes for a brief second to grant permission as she pressed back into me, grinding against me as the surrounding crowd undulated to the music. My hands pressed harder into her hips, drawing her closer. As we lost ourselves in the moment, her head fell back against my shoulder as my hands wandered forward over the fabric under them.

She pulled away from me suddenly and dropped her arms behind her, between us to find the opening in the front of my pants. Her fingers danced over the fabric for only a second before she expertly undid the button and zipper, freeing my member as her other hand slowly pulled up her skirt. My penis was now pressed against only the thin barrier of her tights, and even they were strategically torn to provide easy access with minimal effort, her burning pussy exposed to the cool air with a slight adjustment.

She pressed down and leaned back once more, my now hardened rod slowly rocking along the outside of her sex, gaining momentum and lubrication as the music drove us forward.

When she fell forward away from me again I was disappointed for only a brief second as her hand once again found my member, rolling an unexpected but not unwelcome condom over me. Her hands shot back to grab my hips and pull me to her. Her dripping sex protested very little as I pressed into her, one hand gripping her hip while the other wandered upwards in front to knead her breast through the fabric of her shirt.

Any sound or sight that would’ve given us away was drowned in the darkness surrounding us, and the bodies pressed in around us offered no protest or opposition to our impromptu love-making. I don’t know how long we kept up, but all too soon I felt the rising sensation that signaled imminent release. I pulled her in tighter against me, penetrating as deeply as I could in our upright position, lifting her off the ground for a moment as I erupted into the latex barrier between us, feeling her own orgasm tightening her grip on me . When I set her down, I had to steady her legs as we both came down from our mutual ending.

I broke visual with her for only a moment to right myself and tuck away my spent member, but when I looked up again she had disappeared into the darkness….

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n6426r/mf_a_chance_meeting_at_the_club