I’m not the type of girl who goes to nightclubs. At least not now. Not in my early thirties.
That wasn’t always the case, though. And sometimes I still get an itch that needs a scratch. It’s not about dancing or drinks. It’s about going home with a stranger. These days you can meet someone within a couple of hours on a dating app. But it’s not the same thrill.
I don’t feel like I’m the most attractive woman in any bar. I’m leggy and fit and I have nice tits. I’m exotic, and that’s attractive to some people. I’m not a classic beauty but I have an abundance of confidence. That counts for a lot.
I was in a strange city on a work trip and completely alone. It didn’t take much to find a dance club, though. I went in wearing a white satin buttondown blouse and a little black skirt. It was a little too sexy for the office and way too formal for a club, but I didn’t have a cocktail dress in my luggage.
I danced on the floor alone. Eyes closed. Hips swaying. Feeling the music.
Plenty of men noticed and tried to make a move. But that isn’t what I wanted.
It was after midnight when I saw Jasmine. She was a petite Vietnamese woman with a voluptuous body and long black hair. She looked a little too elegant compared to everyone else. She was wearing a sheer leopard print blouse with a lacy black bra underneath. Her skirt was tight black leather. She had on chunky black heels and black thigh-high stockings.
Jasmine had a guy with her. A big, athletic black man. But she was looking at me. The two of them looked to be in their mid-twenties.
I worked my way over and started dancing with her. Her man, Marcus, stayed behind her with his hands on her hips. She was checking me out. I was checking her out. Marcus was ogling the two of us. We were face-to-face and barely speaking for several songs.
Gradually, we moved from the center of the club. I put my hands on her hips. We smiled a lot. She pulled me in closer and grabbed my ass.
My panties were soaked. A slower song came on with a sexy dance beat. I moved my head to her shoulder.
“My name is Kay,” I told her.
“I’m Jasmine. This is Marcus. Are you a unicorn?”
A unicorn is a woman who goes online looking for couples. At least that’s my understanding. It’s not something I’ve ever done. Being with two people who are attached isn’t my thing. But I wanted her.
“I’ll be your unicorn,” I told her.
“We’ve never been with an older woman,” she said.
I didn’t really consider myself older. We were definitely no more than ten years apart. But I went with it.
“Maybe I can teach you some things,” I said.
Jasmine had big, full lips that were painted bright red. I leaned forward and kissed her. We kept dancing. Marcus was grinding her ass. He kissed the back of her neck. Then kissed me over her shoulder.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said.
We walked outside. Marcus pulled out his phone to order a ride.
“Damn. Surge pricing,” he said.
“They do that for entertainment districts,” I said. “Sometimes if you walk a few blocks away. You get out of the zone.”
“I’m not sure how safe it is down here,” Jasmine said.
“It will be fine,” Marcus answered.
He took Jasmine’s hand and started walking. She took my hand. We walked into a residential area and stopped at a little playground. Jasmine and I sat on top of a picnic table. Marcus tried to get a ride again.
“Still surge,” he said.
“I don’t want to keep walking,” Jasmine pouted. She stuck out her full lips. She was damn sexy.
I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed back. Our tongues touched.
“Damn girls,” Marcus said. “You going for it right here?”
I cupped Jasmine’s full tits. She unbuttoned her top enough to open the front-clasp on her bra. Her big, brown nipples were easy to see through her sheer blouse. I sucked on them through the fabric. My lipstick left red stains. I pulled at them with my teeth.
Jasmine was loud. There were low rise apartments nearby, but that didn’t keep her from loudly encouraging me.
I put my hand up her skirt. Her little panties were soaked. I pushed them to the side and slid a finger in her hot cunt. She slid her fingers through my long dark hair and rubbed my tits.
Marcus was on lookout duty. He kept checking to make sure nobody was around.
“Fuck my, pussy, Kay. Fuck it good,” she moaned.
The woman had no fear of getting caught. Or maybe that was part of the thrill. I thumbed her clitoris and pumped my fingers in and out.
She actually screamed with delight as she came. It echoed off the buildings around us.
Afterward, she seemed a little more aware of her surroundings. She reclasped her bra and buttoned her blouse.
“Marcus, just call us a damn ride,” she said.
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