One Night In The Dance Club

This is an unbelievable experience of mine that happened last week. I’m not a regular at the clubs by any means; I hardly go there, and when I do, I do it with my friends, mostly male, which is what I’m as well, a horny male, seeking female company, and never doing anything about it. I never had a regular girlfriend, and I fucked mostly prostitutes, when the desire to fuck became impossible to contain. The incident I’m about to narrate happened, as I have mentioned before, last week. I had been alone at the home, and it was a weekend. I called a few of my regular friends, and as luck would have it, they all seemed to be bus for some reason or the other. For some reason, I had this tremendous desire to get drunk. I hadn’t drunk in more than a couple of weeks, and I didn’t want to let the weekend go without diving my head into some alcohol at least. I thought for some time, and decided to go at it alone.

I went to the nearest restaurant that served alcohol, and ordered my favorite beer. I was thinking of the past week, and the mistakes I did at work. I didn’t look around much. I never did. But when my first beer finished I looked up for the waiter to order the second one. He was nowhere to be seen, and it was then that I laid my eyes on a young girl sitting alone, just like me, waiting for someone, unlike me. I could see that her patience was running out; and I could feel she glanced at me, or maybe had been looking at me, comparing herself to me, or her loneliness to my loneliness just like I was now doing. Fuck, I thought. I looked at her again, and she smiled. I raised my empty glass in a gesture of cheers. But the glass was empty and I must have looked like a fool doing it. Her smile widened though, and she made a gesture in return, which I couldn’t understand. I raised my eyebrows, praying to god she understood the expression that I hadn’t understood her previous expression. She stood up, and came to me.

“Can I join you?”

“Yes, please.”, I said, understanding now that she had invited me.

“So, waiting for someone?”, she asked. She was sexy, not beautiful, just sexy. Nice tight body, hardly covered, exposed in the right manner.

“No. I’m not. I’m drinking all alone.”, I replied, thinking how much of a loser I must have appeared.

“God. Why?”, she asked.

“Your expression makes it seem like it’s feels worse that it really does.”

“So, basically I was waiting for a date, which took a rain fucking check, and I’m alone, and I want to go out. Club?”, she asked.

“Are you asking me out?”

“How does it sound? I have been staring at you for more than 10 minutes now, and you didn’t notice once. Some man you are.”

“Oh, sorry for that. I was thinking something.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. So fuck it. What’s the best club around here?”

I thought for a while. I knew only one club. I named it.

“Let’s go there.”, she said.

What the fuck was this? I was a little scared. No women ever had asked me out, and I had always believed no women ever would. I was wrong, and I was smiling to myself. I took out my car, and invited her in. I could see her bra straps, her cleavage was amazing. I loved the smooth legs. She was sexy, like I had said before. The entry to the club was easy, and the moment we entered we did 3 vodka shots back to back, so that we would move directly to dance, and not spend time in senseless socializing, and it was good for me.

“So, let’s go and dance some?” she asked, clearly buzzed.

“Yes.”

We went to the floor. Now I’m not the best dancer. I just held on to her and let her make the moves. The dance floor was dark, and one couldn’t make out people close to oneself. I held to her. She took my hand and put it on her waist, while she moved around. I went with the flow. I slowly touched her butt. She did not mind.

“Like it?” she asked.

“It’s sexy.”

She cane closer to me, so that I could feel her boobs on my chest. I loved the intimacy of our bodies. We were sweating, and I was getting hornier by the second.

“Wow, you look horny buddy.”, she said, laughing, and getting very very close.

“Of course. You can see how horny.”

She giggled and touched my dick, which of course was hard.

“Wow, that’s like it, I love how it feels. It seems to me it would burst out of your trousers.”

“Yes, I agree.”

We laughed and danced a bit more, but it was clear our minds were not on the dance floor anymore. We were both thinking of sex. She had stopped speaking much herself, and was feeling me everything, to which I was responding likewise.

I kissed her suddenly, and she inserted her tongue inside me and began kissing me like a wild animal. She was really into it.

“Should we take a chance with the washroom or let’s go to the car?” She asked.

“Washroom.”

“Go check it out, call me when it’s clear.”

I went to the washroom, and stayed there for a while. When it was empty after sometime, I gave her a call, and she quickly came inside. We went inside one of the rooms, and began kissing each other everywhere.

“No sounds.”, I said.

“Hmmm, sure.”

“I raised her skirt and sat her down on the commode. I raised her legs, and spread them on my shoulders, and began to lick her pussy. I had removed her panties, and put them in my pockets. She had laughed at that. She was moaning like a bitch. I licked the outer lips of her pussy before diving deep inside and licking her. Her juices were flowing directly into my mouth, and I loved every second of it. She must have loved it thrice as much. Her hands were on something with a very tightened grip, and she was watching me as if she wanted to rape me. She was crazy excited.

“Come on, fuck me now. I’m wet enough.”

“Yes.”

I stood up and turned her around, and opened my zipper. For a while I thought of asking her for a blowjob, but abandoned the thought. I wanted to penetrate her right away.

“Baby, come fuck me now.”, she said, almost pleading.

“Yes.”

I thrust my dick inside in one jab, and began to feel the moisture in which my dick found itself. The feeling of every single muscle inside her pussy, grabbing at my dick was beyond expression. I wanted to be like that for eternity.

I began to make gentle strokes, to which she was responding violently. She was moving her ass in a rhythm with my movements. It was amazing. She had turned her head and was looking at me fucking her.

“This is better than a date, thanks for coming.”, she said, between moaning.

“Sure. This is heaven compared to drinking alone. Fuck.”

“Oh, god, I love this.”

“This pussy is fucking tight.”

“It is. You are lucky.”

“Aah aaah.”

“I want you to cum inside me.”

“What?”

“Yes, and I want you to cum a lot.”

“God, you’re a fucking bitch.”, I said.

We were profusely sweating, and the music outside was making our sounds get drowned a little. In a quiet room it would have seemed like I was murdering her; she was moaning so much.

“Yeah, I’m close baby.”

“I know. I can feel it. I can feel the storm coming.”

“God.”

“I’m coming as well.”

“Aaaah, here it is.”

“Yes, fill me up, totally.”

“Here you go.”

“Aaaah cum now.”

“There it is baby…”

“Oh god, I can feel the hot cum, flowing in me….and your dick breathing in my dick, jerking emptily. Love it..”, she said, taking her pussy away and turning around to kiss me.

“Now go, and let me clean myself.”, she said.

“Sure. I’ll wait outside.”

I went out and waiting for her. As mysterious as the start was, the end was much more complex. She never came. I waited for a long time, went inside and searched for her, and she was nowhere to be found. I called her, no reply. She was gone. It had seemed like fucking dream, and bloody sexy one at that.

I always remembered this night club story.

One Night In The Dance Club