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It had been a solid decade since I last went to a nightclub, so I was especially looking forward to a night of drinking, loud music and dancing. I had bought a dress specifically for this night out, a sliver glittery number that swooped down between my breasts, had a large square back that showed off my sideboob and was short enough that I wouldn't be able to bend over all night without revealing anything. I picked a pair of sparkly flip-flops for comfort and decided to forego underwear, just to make things extra interesting.
When I walked into the bar, the music was throbbing and I immediately felt compelled to move my hips. I ordered a drink and sat down at the seats surrounding the dance floor, which was packed with bodies writhing to the beats blaring from the large speakers.
I remembered back to my youth and the nightclubs I had been to in my 20s - when you could smoke in the club and dance on the speakers, when they paid girls to shake their scantily clad bodies in cages on the DJ stage, when the DJ used a real turntable and not just a computer. I thought back to the men I had grinded up on, the marijuana milkshakes I had drunk too much of, being there with friends and family after spending time at karaoke or the strippers. Even the music, which seemed so different now.
Finally, a song I recognized streamed through the speakers and I decided it was officially time to dance! I was ready to feel myself and the beat become one. I swayed my way to the dance floor, thumping my way over with my drink in hand. I whipped my hair from side to side and let my free hand glide up my thighs. I held my hips and grinded my waist to the rhythm, losing myself completely in the song. I shimmied my shoulders and put my hands above my head. I hadn't felt this good in a long time.
I didn't notice this man come up behind me until he put his hand on my hip. I looked back and grinned at him. I still had it! We moved together, in time to the music and it seemed like we became the only two people in the room.
I reached my hand up behind his head, pulling him closer and feeling his warmth against my cheek and his breathing in my ear. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I grinded my hips against him, feeling the stiff seam of his pants against my ass. The music changed to a slower beat and I turned to face him.
He slid his leg between mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He watched me intensely as I swayed on his leg and he tilted me back and ran his free hand down between my boobs as he pulled me back up. I could feel his cock hardening against my thigh and after a minute more, I turned back to face away from him. I put his hands on my bare thighs as I grinded my ass against him and he let his hands begin roaming.
He moved his hands up my thighs as I moved in front of him and I could feel the wetness forming between my legs. I put my hands on his and guided him further up my thighs until I could feel the side of his finger near my bare pussy. He rested his strong hand in the crevice where my hips met my leg, his fingers touching the spot where my pubic mound and leg connected. He pushed my hips to the rhythm of the music deeper and deeper into him and all I could feel was a deep, wet, aching throbbing in my clit.
I turned to face him once again and he placed his hands on my lower back. I grabbed at the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. I let my tongue explore his and his hands went to my ass. He reached down lower and could feel the skin beneath my short skirt and I grinded my pussy against his hardening cock, pressing my boobs into his chest. He moved down and began kissing my neck and I let my head fall back. Even though the music was loud, he could feel the vibration of my gentle moans.
He moved one hand further down until his finger could feel the opening of my slit and I kissed him frantically. "Wanna go somewhere?", I half-yelled in his ear. He nodded and I grabbed his hand to lead him off the dance floor.