My hips and shoulders swayed to the beat. I felt a presence behind me. A hand nudged my left shoulder as it rushed past and covered my eyes. I raise my own right hand to do my best impersonation of “Staying Alive”. It exposed my waist, and a second hand wrapped around me and pulled me back. I arched my ass just enough to find out that he seemed to enjoy my touch very much. Our bodies moved easily together, our skin already glistening from the warmth of the club.
“You’re the sexiest girl out here.” His voice rasped in my ear. “Can I have this dance?”
Our bodies swayed in unison as I felt him grind against my rear. The bass from the music pumped in rhythm with my own heartbeat. His hands started to move all around my body, turning up the heat. It was then I felt another hand, moist and sticky, on my left hip. It swayed along with my body’s motion. Pushing and pulling me in time. There was an intensity that receiving all this attention did arouse. The roving hand of my mystery man then slipped inside my blouse. I let out a slight gasp and moan at the same time. A shiver from his pinch traveled down my spine. I did not protest, instead welcoming the touch.
A new hand, also sticky, on my right touching up and down my thigh. Every touch felt like a million pulses of electricity through me. My blouse pulled open, a mouth replaced the hand on my breast. My grinding man’s newly freed right hand traveled to grasp my ass. He pulled my skirt straight up and out of his way, and groped. My body was overwhelmed, as a new hand touched my face. Cupping my chin and caressing its way to my lips. My mouth opened and accepted a finger inside. By now I could tell you my panties were far from dry.
And that hand upon my thigh would soon slip up and find my wetness, quickly turning my gasps into moans. A new jolt of pleasure washed over me as I could feel my underwear being pulled aside. A finger slid up and down my pussy lips. A tremor went through my legs as they bent to brace my body as my legs spread. My legs tensed and shook as that finger soon slid up inside me.
“Lean back into me.” I heard from behind.
I felt his mouth on my neck and another on opposite breast. It was as if they worked in harmony with the pounding of the music. Another hand was soon touching my back. I could feel people all around me. Closing in on my room to dance. Soon all I could do was move my hips back and forth. My space was becoming confined. Which posed no problem, I just continued to grind.
The raspy whisper again, “Enjoy every touch.”
My body was definitely paying attention to that command. The hands continued to grope and grasp. Mouths hungrily licked at my neck and breasts. I could feel the warm breath of the person kneeling before me as they reached their tongue out to lick my clit.
“Tasty” the woman’s voice said.
The second I heard her, my body started to shake. For some reason the thought of another woman going down on me drove me over the edge. And the second I felt her tongue taste me again I started to cum. Her hand snuck under my leg and pulled my ass into her face as she licked. My breathing shallow and my moans and gasps long. My body could do nothing more than a slight rhythmic sway. My legs slightly bent and opened to the eager mouth working my pussy.
It was then that I felt hands on my butt working to free the grinding man’s pants. I already knew he was very aroused. His body continuing to press firm against me from behind. It took only a second before his cock slipped into my soaked cunt. His mouth released from my neck as he gasped as he pushed inside me. I groaned aloud. The mouth working my pussy didn’t stop. She only became more vigorous, her tongue sticking out at the entrance and licking his shaft as he pumped inside me. It flicked side to side causing quite the sensation. My waves of pleasure did not subside. Every thrust caused a new twitch of ecstasy.
“I fucking love feeling you cum on my cock.” His voice growled.
The finger in my mouth slipped out. A kiss replaced it. And then another. And soon I was making out with this person. Our mouths tasting the other. The lips sweet, and tasting of lip gloss. They were very soft. A lady’s lips, I determined. A new hand pressed against my eyes as my raspy voice man’s hand gave way. I could feel both of his hands grasp firmly on my hips, at the same moment his cock started to twitch inside me. His thrusts short, determined, filled me with his cum.
Our bodies stopped. Locked together in orgasm. I felt him pulse and spasm before he slipped out of me. The hands, the mouths licking, sucking, kissing all slowly retracted. The girl who was kissing me moved her mouth to my ear, our cheeks still touching.
She whispered, “You were completely surrounded. Nobody saw a thing. I hope that you enjoyed our little fling. Now before you open your eyes do me a favor and count to five.”
And with that she was gone, as was every other point of contact that I had felt for the past few moments.
I counted to five as I was told, although I’m not entirely sure why. Not a single person looked at all out of place the moment I opened my eyes. I stood alone, not moving, on the dance floor surrounded by empty strands of glow in the dark necklaces. Not knowing if I had just imagined, or if that really just happened…