After work last night a group of my coworkers decided to go out for drinks. I caved and decided I would go with. I had just returned to the show and it was good to be back with familiar friends. It was a mix of guys and girls and we went to a bar with a dance floor. It was packed. My boyfriend came out to meet us.
Exhaustion from work led to me being drunk very, very easily. I found myself in a booth with KeShawn on one side of me (chubby, tall black guy) and Kate on the other side (mousey, party animal). My boyfriend was off by the bar chatting with two guys he knew from my work.
As we sat around the table the topic of penis size came up as Kate lamented her last tinder hook up having a small penis. I asked her how small and she said, “He was tiny, like five inches”.
Before I could stop myself I blurted out, “That’s still bigger then my boyfriend.”
KeShawn practically spit out his water.
I went bright red.
“He’s that small?? Girl, I’m so sorry! RIP babe. How do you even feel that?” Kate started rattling off questions.
KeShawn mouthed “I’m sorry” to me.
“He’s so muscular and…wow. I’m sorry. Very surprised.” Kate finished. She looked at KeShawn. “Can I say something inappropriate?”
“You’re going to say it anyways.” He laughed.
“I heard from a reliable source you have an enormous package.”
He smirked.
“Maybe. Maybe not.” He finally answered.
“A man of mystery. I like it.” Kate smiled.
At that moment my boyfriend returned. Kate shot me a look before clearing out of the booth to let him sit by me.
The drinks kept coming.
An hour later I was still at the booth with my boyfriend when Ushers “Yeah” came on. Kate appeared from the crowd and grabbed my hands.
“Come dance with me!” She yelled.
I tried to tell her no, and looked to my boyfriend for help, but he held up his hands helplessly.
Next thing I knew I was deep in the dance floor with Kate, dancing. People crammed around us. We danced together for a bit. Then I saw a guy come up behind Kate and wrap his arms around her waist. She happily leaned back into him and started grinding on him.
I was about to use that as my excuse and head back to the booth when I felt a hand tap my shoulder. I turned to tell the guy no but it was KeShawn. He smiled at me and took my hand, pulling me further into the dancing masses, away from Kate.
“May I have this dance?” He asked.
I looked towards my boyfriend but couldn’t see him through all the people. Why the hell not.
I smiled and started dancing opposite of him. He smelled like sweat, sticky and sweet. I hadn’t realized how big of a man he was.
The song ended and Nine Inch Nails “Animal” came on. Without thinking, I turned my back and leaned into him. His large hands went to my waist. We kept dancing. My ass kept grazing against him.
His fingers played with the bottom edges of my skirt as we danced. It felt like electricity shot up my thighs. Before I knew what I was doing my hand moved his between my thighs. He happily reached under my skirt and pressed his thumb against where he thought my clit we through my thong.
I helped him find it and he applied pressure. My knees shook as he started to gently massage. A couple dancing bumped into us and KeShawn took the opportunity to slide my thong aside and rub my bare pussy instead.
I let it happen and he took that as an okay to slip a finger inside me.
The rational part of my brain was screaming at me. I was getting fingered on the dance floor, surrounded by strangers, by a black guy from work, while my boyfriend sat in a booth nearby.
I quickly turned to tell him to stop but his wet finger left my pussy and went to my mouth. He slipped it in. His other hand wrapped around to my ass, squeezing it hard and pulling me close.
I melted. I let it happen. I let him grab my chin and lift it up. I let him kiss me fully on the lips. I let him slip his tongue in my mouth. I let his hands fondle my ass. Right there on the dance floor.
“I can’t believe it.” He whispered in my ear. “I never would have believed you’d be into this.”
“Why?” I asked. Abruptly pulling back.
“Because you seem like such a goodie goodie. And now I’m fingering you with your boyfriend like, right there. By the way…”
He took my hand and set it on his crotch. Even through the material of his pants I could feel what was under there.
“I need to go.” I said abruptly.
“I’m sorry, that was too far. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone about this. I promise”. He panicked.
“Thank you, seriously. But I can’t.” I said, already walking away. I went back to my boyfriend and told him I was ready to go.
My heart was pounding and I was dripping wet.
I needed to get my head on straight.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vgga1c/got_fingered_on_the_dance_floor_by_a_coworker
Go back to him and suck him off properly. You felt it and got scared that you wanted it badly which you do
You know how this is going to end eventually. You’ll be fucking that bbc some day.
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