Skip to “***” for the fun part.
I was in my 20s on an East coast vacation with friends from school. I’m from a flyover state, so getting to party in a big city was a really nice treat as a break from my monotonous job back home.
I’m not a huge fan of clubs, but as a single guy with a bit of money burning a hole in his pocket from pulling consecutive overtime shifts for the last few weeks, I was ready to have fun getting drunk and dancing in some sweatbox dance club downtown.
We had heard of a place that was at the edge of the entertainment district, and decided to try our luck at about 11pm. When we got there, a line out the door and the prospect of waiting in the cold discouraged, but didn’t deter us. We drained our mickeys and somehow got in a heated beatboxing competition to pass the time. Idk, don’t ask. Anyway, by the time we got through coat check, we were ready for a round of shots in preparation to hit the dance floor. Some tequila did the trick.
I put my glass down to look at the absolutely packed club. No way was I getting anywhere near that sardine can of a dancefloor. And besides, there wouldn’t be a point unless I could find someone to dance with.
So I walked the perimeter, turned the corner and saw a platform for dancing that was partially hidden from my original view by a large pillar in the middle of the floor. Go figure. That’s when I saw Claire. She had pale skin with dark, shoulder-length hair covering C cups and an all black outfit that didn’t do her curves justice. She was busy dancing to Usher or something. I just stood there, head cocked like a spaniel, staring up at this beautiful girl in front of me.
I could feel the bass of the song in my chest. Claire eventually turned around, probably feeling my gaze, looked at me and gave the “come here” motion, with a little wink while wiggling her hips. I took the step up to the platform, and before I could say something she turned around and started grinding on me. I ran my hands around her waist as the smell of lilac filled my nose. She had me.
We danced like that for however long it took for me to get sore in the crotch. When I couldn’t take it any more, I turned her around. She gave me a quick kiss, then left. She told me she’d be right back, after getting drinks with her friends. I didn’t hold my breath.
I rejoined my friends, totally mesmerized with this hottie I never thought I’d have a shot with. I told them about her body, but they already knew. We were dancing on a platform, to be fair. Not like you could miss us.
***
About an hour later, I ran into Claire again. This time, we made out against a railing overlooking the dance floor. I pressed her into the glass and metal, probably not the safest idea but hey, blame the booze. Besides, she seemed into being overpowered a little bit. I kissed her neck, nibbled on her ear lobe and rubbed her clit over her clothes. I could feel the warmth through her tights. I asked if I could use a finger, she said sure. I slipped my hand down her pants and felt how wet she was. I fingered her as we kissed in the middle of this club. I didn’t care who could see, and she didn’t either. She grabbed my balls through my jeans, and stroked my crotch. At this point, I was rock hard and sore from the last grinding session, but I was so horny I didn’t care.
I whispered in her ear, asking if there was somewhere more private we could go.
“My room is 10 minutes from here,” she said. 99 times out of 100, I would’ve called a cab and grabbed my coat. But tonight I was feeling adventurous.
“I’ve got something else in mind,” I said, noticing the bathrooms nearby. I’m no prude, but I surprised myself a little bit by my own idea to get it on right by a bunch of girls putting on makeup in the mirror. We snuck past an oddly placed security guard and made a beeline for an open stall. Claire unzipped her top and pulled her tights down just below her ass. She kept her high heels on. I just stared with my mouth open like an idiot as she smiled and pawed at my belt buckle.
I felt like I could cut diamonds with my boner when she unzipped my pants. Claire knelt down and licked me once from my balls to my tip before she stood back up, bent over and stuck her ass in the air, bracing herself against the wall. She looked back at me over her shoulder with the most sultry look I’ll ever see. Holy. Shit.
I put on a condom and went to town. I had no patience for any foreplay, and neither did Claire. Soon enough, the girls outside noticed the sound of my hips smacking into her ass above the Biggie music leaking into the room. Claire would let out stifled moans as she backed her ass up on my dick, perfectly in sync with my thrusts.
It wasn’t long before I could feel myself about to come. I pulled out before I went past the point of no return. She got me to sit on the toilet cover and took her top off over her head, and what a view. Her breasts were round, full and perky, with light pink nipples. She lowered herself onto me, and rode me until I felt her pussy clamp down on my dick. She began to quiver with each plunge, trying her best to remain quiet. Her “O” face was amazing. She couldn’t stifle an orgasm though, letting out a huge moan as she came on top of me. Satisfied with myself, I told her to speed up, grabbing her tits to suck as I got close. By the time I was ready to come, her pace was furious. The toilet was rocking. My balls were slapping her ass with each thrust, and before I came I remember thinking how lucky I’d been that night. I also realized that in these last few hours, we’d barely said a word to each other. I doubted Claire even remembered my name. I came harder than I ever will again.
We started giggling at how ridiculous our night had been as Claire got dressed. I had no intention of fingering a girl in a crowded club, or having barely muffled sex in a disgusting bathroom, but I did. And it was fun as shit. We went our separate ways after leaving the bathroom. I went back to tell my friends about what happened before catching a cab home. My only regret is that I never got her phone number.
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