I had heard through friends and hearing ads on the radio of a new and upbeat party spot. It really was a bar with a few dance floors. At least that's the way I took it as. I'm not one to frequent the bars but I was in a rare mood and needed to get out. None of my friends was available for the night that I wanted to go, so after some deliberation, I decided to go solo. Hey, it might be even more exciting and I wouldn't have to worry about someone wanting to go home early or anything like that.
After I heated a plate of leftovers to eat, (I never go to the bar on an empty stomach) I quickly showered. I searched my closet trying to find something seductive to wear. Like I said, I was in a rare mood, and I wasn't going to object picking someone up myself. I found my black dress with white piping around the hem. It was a sleeveless dress with only thin spaghetti straps; it had a deep v-neck, which made my chest look even bigger. I usually don't go without a bra but with this dress, one wasn't needed. It held my firm breasts in place. The dress was of silky material and gently flowed up below my ass. To feel even sexier I opted to skip the underwear. Who would know if I was wearing any or not? Plus, the cool air felt good along my fresh wax job. I found my black satrapy heels and I was ready to go.
When I arrived, the atmosphere didn't surprise me. It was just like any other typical dance club/bar. It was dark, smoky and the music was blaring. I made my way to the bar and ordered a Jack Daniels and Coke, no prissy drinks for this girl. I grabbed a seat at the bar and thought maybe I should have put on that thong, at the least. My dress still wasn't long enough for me to wrap under my butt to protect my goods. However, I didn't hesitate and just propped up against the edge, at least I wasn't sitting directly on it all the way. I noticed a guy across the bar looking at me. At first, I thought that this was just a typical way for a guy to pick up a girl, I've seen it time after time. He smiled at me and winked. I couldn't help feeling excited as we exchanged glances and some meaningless flirting across the way. I was on my second drink as he got up and walked towards the end of the bar where I was. He noticed how I was sitting and smirked.
"My name is Dan. Is there gum on that seat?" he asked. I couldn't help but laugh. I introduced myself and replied, "No, just...um wasn't sure how long I was going stick around here for." Whether he bought that or not, I really didn't care. This guy was gorgeous, almost resembling Johnny Depp. He was tall and athletic, dark haired and tanned nicely. He sat in the seat next to me, double checking before sitting down. He had a sense of humor that I enjoyed. The more we talked and laughed the more he moved closer to me, I was feeling more and more comfortable with him.
After another drink or two, we decided to hit the dance floor. I wasn't really prepared to dance when I arrived but I thought what the hell, why not? I have never really done any "dirty" dancing that these kids do these days. But I can see how hard it is to resist with a very handsome man in front of me.
We were dancing very close, my hands feeling his sculpt back and chest, his hands, not as adventurous at first, but found their way from the small of my back to my butt. I think now he realized why I was sitting the way that I was, as he gently squeezed my butt as a mischievous smile appeared across his face. The songs that were playing were fast paced and didn't stop. No one was paying attention to anyone else but whom they were dancing with. At one point, I found myself facing away from him, with my ass oh so close to his groin. His hands were exploring my body, which was not hard to do with this tight silky dress on. When his hands reached my hips, his left hand wrapped around to my stomach and he started to guide me to the same rhythm as he was moving. His left hand ventured down my leg and around my thigh, it continued it's way up, under my short dress till his hand was on my butt cheek. I was surprised that this didn't happen any sooner.
We continued to move together as I reached behind me and wrapped my arms around him towards his back, bringing him closer to me. His right hand continued its journey from my butt cheek around my leg again and to the inside of my thigh. If I wasn't already excited, I definitely was now. In response to his move I explored with my right hand and moved it around behind me, like a magnet it immediately found the bulge in his pants. It was no doubt he was excited as I was, as we moved together in motion he came down and kissed the top of my head and moved his fingers on his right hand ever so closer to my throbbing and swelling pussy. I am not a good sport when it comes to teasing, I wanted him to have his way with me right there on the dance floor. I rubbed my hand up and down his bulge, trying to show him how much I wanted him right then. As if he could read my mind, he whispered to me, "Follow me." He didn't have to tell me twice.