I (F) was reminded of the first time I was taken to a club – I’d just turned 18 and my best friend at the time (M19) took me to the local bar that let 18 year olds in on their drag nights. We had pre-gamed before getting there and I was buzzed and standing off to the side of the dance floor as the drag kings danced for everyone. At some point, I got pulled into a dance with one of them, then returned to the crowd but on the wrong side of the circle from my friend. I couldn’t get through the crowd, so I just swayed to the music and waited until things died down to join back with them again.
Bodies were pressed up behind me and after the next performance, I felt a hand brush across my thigh and skim the skin just underneath the short skirt I had worn. I was already flushed from dancing and drinking, so no one noticed anything and the stranger’s fingers wandered further up my thighs and eventually slid between my legs. A knuckle rubbed across my panties and I could feel someone press against my back more firmly than before, the hard bulge pressing against the small of my back. I was enjoying the attention more than I would ever admit and didn’t want to ruin anything by turning around to see who it was, so instead I just spread my legs some to give them an easier angle. Their other hand landed loosely on my waist and pressed me firmly against their cock.