** all characters depicted are 18+ years of age **
Stacy had seen the ad online; it was a dance at the local high school. She hadn't been dancing in a while and thought it might be fun, even if she did have to go stag, maybe she could meet a guy. She was the petite type, a short 5 ft, 110 lbs, and only a low B cup, but she still had some good curves. After an hour or so on her hair she chose an outfit to make the most of what she had, she slid on a pair light blue tights that showed and hugged her butt so perfectly, it may as well have been paint, and a halter top that showed every inch of cleavage she had to spare. After one last check on her hair on make-up she was out the door.
The high school wasn't far so she walked there; she could already hear the music from the sidewalk. She followed the signs and made her way in, along a hallway and down a flight, where a guy at the doors to what seemed to be a gym was collecting money and checking ID. The ad did say 18 or older so maybe they're selling alcohol. She was 21 but never really a drinker so it didn't matter to her one way or the other, it was a collage gym after all. The heat was stifling from all the moving bodies so she grabbed a bottle of water.
The music was so loud everything was vibrating and Stacy loved it. She saw some of her friends and hit the dance floor. They danced like strippers without poles; it was just a matter of time before some guy wanted one of them. Stacy watched her friends as guys moved up behind them and for the dance. She wasn't the last one when she felt hands slide around her waist. She looked back at the handsome man behind her.
Taller than her his hair was like black marble and his eyes were like chocolate, his hands were smooth on the outside but they felt callus on the tips. She let him lead to the music as it picked up pace, grinding her ass against him. It wasn't gradual; suddenly he was hard between her cheeks. The feeling of him pressing on her like that was getting her very worked up. A glance at her friends let her know they all found a partner and if they were naked it would have been an orgy.
She caught him over her shoulder and kissed him, there was no real intent at first but there was a sweet taste on his lips that drew her in deeper. Their tongues met each other and she wanted more. He broke the kiss and pulled on her hands, he led her to the back and slipped through a set of doors. She thought it was an exit and expected a car with a lot of hesitation and second thoughts, but it was just the locker room. The music was at ridiculous volume and even here they could barely understand each other, but at this point it hardly mattered.
He guided her onto a bench as his tongue explored her mouth, while his hands caressed every inch of her. She felt him looking for a bra strap and almost laughed because she wore neither bra nor panties. He pushed her top up exposing her small breasts and began on her nipples, massaging one while sucking and licking the other, the switching. She felt his other hand between her legs meeting her soaking pussy. His finger danced on her clit like they were moving to the music.
She pulled him out of his pants and got on her knees, she was in awe of his size, it was easily bigger than anything she'd seen outside of porn, but as wet as she was she wasn't worried. She stroked it a couple of times and wrapped her lips around it. She sucked along and licked his head feeling it getting bigger and harder, until she heard him moan.
Stacy got back on the bench and slid her tights down. She gestured to her purse and said "Don't forget the condom." He turned her around and bent her over; she heard her bag move and he said "Dryd'c knayd, E ryda luhtusc." she couln't hear him because it got lost in the music, but it sounded like "I already have a condom."
