This was the first time that I had been to the club in quite some time. My heart began to pound hard against my chest as I walked through the door and could finally hear the heavy beat of death metal slamming through walls painted in black and white abstract patterns. I quickly flashed my ID and paid my dues as I was quickly shuffled through the line. When I got to the end of the hall, I allowed a group of regulars to hop ahead of me in line so I could have a chance to tuck my ID into my boot and to smooth my clothing before the luscious lady at the door frisked me for any weapons. I have to admit that I love the feel of foreign hands traveling over my body.
The club has always been a place of freedom for exhibitionists. Most times I would just come here to prop myself up on one of the benches that ran the length of the walls in the room set aside for dancing and watch the parade of people. As I stepped out on the floor, I realized that tonight must be my night to be the entertainment since the dance floor was nearly deserted. As I was in rare form and horny as hell, I really didn't mind too much. As song with a slow, heady beat began to throb to life, pulsing from the speakers, my eyes wandered over the masses of people until I found the man who was destined to be my plaything for the night. Standing off in a secluded corner, was a man of medium build wearing a loose black satin shirt and a pair of leather pants that just screamed to be ripped free of his luscious body.
As the beat of the music took hold of me, I turned to my nighttime lover and locked eyes with him. His black eyes scorched me, and the intensity of the heat in his gaze was enough to send bolts of electricity racing through my veins and down into my smoldering pussy. I began to slowly undulate my hips as I threw my head back and ran my hands through my long black hair before sliding them down my neck, and finally to my thrusting tits. Dressed in skin tight black lace, my large milky breasts were straining against the fabric, as if begging my lover to touch them.
As I ran my hands over my tits, the friction against my nipples was so intense that I could feel the juices begin to flow. I continued to slide my hands down over my silky stomach until I reached the point where my lace skirt was shredded so that it hung from my waist in thin strips. By this point, my lover was locked on my every move. His face had lost it's cold and distant look and now was flushed and tight as though he were physically uncomfortable.
As the beat of the song picked up, I spread my legs apart and placed my hands on the insides of my thighs as I slowly stroked up and down in time with the sinking of my hips as though I were riding an imaginary dick. I felt animalistic as I panted and thrust my hips as if I were wildly fucking on the dance floor. I hit a feverish pitch and let my head drop back as I let out a low moan that was immediately drowned out my the loud music.
