In the Darness of the Club

Disclaimer: this story is about a woman having sex with men she's not dating. Whether she's in an open relationship or cheating is left ambiguous; if this kind of content triggers and upsets you, don't read it.

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With a final thrust, Daniel collapsed against her. They breathed together for a few moments before he slowly pulled himself out of her and laid back onto the bed, still huffing. Natalie's eyes were closed, a slight smile across her lips. She gave a contented sigh before slowly drawing herself to sit up.

"You're still going to go out after that?" Daniel laughed, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his discarded t-shirt.

"That was my warm-up. I'm all limber for dancing now!" she gave him a quick kiss and then practically skipped into the shower, taking a quick rinse. With a towel wrapped around her, she eyed her wardrobe, pulling out a shirt, oversized spring jacket, and under-sized skirt, her fiance watching her from the bed with amusement in his eyes as she prepared for the evening.

Natalie was excited for her night out alone. As much as she enjoyed going out with her friends or with Daniel, there was something special about getting to be anonymous in a crowd, and none of her friends (nor Daniel) enjoyed the same kind of music she did.

Daniel raised his eyebrows at the outfit as she kissed him goodbye; she had foregone a bra in favour of a tight crop top that kept everything in place, something she didn't normally do. She gave him a grin and flashed him before stepping out the door.

"Don't have too much fun!" he called after her with a laugh.

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After a bit of a line to get in, Natalie was pleased to discover that the venue was packed, no doubt disobeying fire codes. She managed to fight her way to a double gin and tonic at the bar before downing it and slipping through the crowd. Her movement was slow, having to assert any space she gained as she slowly crossed the floor. As she ducked and weaved she had to occasionally use her free hand to adjust her clothing, her skirt riding up whenever she stepped.

Natalie had hoped in the upper level of the warehouse there would be more room to dance, but even here she was caught in the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd. She pushed through a few more people, the current of the crowd naturally guiding her to a railing overlooking the dance pit. She braced herself against it.

It was a decent spot, with a view of the stage and overlooking the crowd, and she would find it difficult to go elsewhere even if she wanted to. She could barely move as the people settled in beside her and behind her.

She already felt a slight buzz, though it was hard to say if it was from the alcohol, the atmosphere, or the fun she'd already had this evening. The stress and monotony of the last few weeks was finally leaving her body, thank god, and she wanted to take advantage of tonight. She swayed with the crowd, and as the music picked up so did her dancing, letting her body relax and do what it wanted to. She closed her eyes and felt the music run through her, her chest thumping with the beat, her hips turning to liquid and harmonizing with it.

The high of the music steadily took over, each shift in the songs bringing her into a deeper trance, losing awareness of where she was. She was suddenly shoved out of this heavenly state as the crowd surged, nearly knocking her over before she was hoisted right back up again. She looked up into the face of a stranger, barely registering his dark eyes and how strong he'd felt before he'd released her from his grip. She felt her heart pound deep inside her as the stranger settled in behind her.

Natalie refocused on the music, this time with more awareness of the people around her -- well, mostly one specific person. She could feel the stranger's warmth behind her, and she glanced back a couple of times to catch his eyes. Definitely good looking, with broad shoulders and a casual demeanour, seemingly there alone just like she was.

She swayed her hips back and forth, testing the waters, letting herself graze against him. Feigning casual movement, she danced herself closer to him. Slowly, painfully slowly, they connected, and with her back against his chest he began to guide her movements. Excitement poured into her body as they moved together, one of his hands settling onto her hip. Just that slight bit of skin-on-skin filled her entire awareness. She rubbed her ass against him gently, satisfied when she felt the telltale sign of his arousal.

Then, the lights went out.

Loud murmurs rippled through the crowd, but the ambient light from glowing wristbands and LEDs in rave outfits prevented any panic.

"We're getting our generator up and running, stay still and give us a moment!" a tinny voice boomed through the crowd.

Any anxiety Natalie might have experienced was calmed by the strong arm that snaked across her midsection now, holding her close and pinning her against him. She drew a shaky breath in. This was already pushing the limits of what she had planned for tonight, and she could sense that things were only just beginning, but fuck, was his touch intoxicating. She exhaled deeply to feel his hand graze against the bottom of her tits as she settled into him. The hardness behind her grew, and she rocked herself subtly back and forth against him.

His fingers started stroking her skin, running along the bottom of her crop top, pushing it up only slightly. She bit her lip, pressing into him harder still, barely breathing now. As he passed his hand back and forth along her front, she fiddled with her top, just slightly revealing the bottom of her breast, making it accessible to him, inviting him to explore. She swore she could feel his smile behind her, followed by a quiet groan as he brought his hand over her breast. He grazed her nipple with his thumb, each touch a shockwave through her body. He pinched her nipple between his fingers, then crossed over to her other tit and slowly pulled her shirt up over it too. She felt pounding arousal between her legs as the cool air hit her bare skin.

The music came back, and the crowd came to life around them. The two of them resumed their subtle movements, taking advantage of the camouflage the dancing and relative darkness provided them.

She pushed her ass against his jeans, salivating slightly at how hard he'd become. She was increasingly aware of how wet she was, her cunt having never recovered from earlier, still slick with her fiance's cum. She let her hand fall back beside her side and then up against his leg, pulling at the fabric of his jeans with urgency.

He wrapped his other arm around her, groping her with both hands now, rolling her nipples between his fingers and letting his nails dig in slightly as he squeezed. He shifted one leg between hers and applied pressure, their dance now taking on a different form as Natalie grinded against him. She glanced around, but in the near-darkness she saw only the backs of the people closest to them, a tall man to her right leaning against the railing and further obscuring them from view.

Her stranger's hand moved down her right thigh, then back up, each time bringing that short skirt with it. "Oh god, please" she thought to herself, abandoning all of her reservations about what was happening. His hand was so close to her now. He rubbed at her thigh, getting closer to her cunt with every stroke. She moaned, trying to shift him closer.

Just as the pressure built beyond what she could handle, his fingers gently stroked her over her underwear, feeling how absolutely soaked she was. She briefly flashed back to Daniel's cock inside her, before the stranger moved his finger under her panties, through her folds and hovered at her entrance teasingly.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she pushed herself towards him, his finger sinking into her, over and over again. His other hand stayed pressed against her chest, holding her in close and playing with her nipples. Her head swam, her legs turning to liquid and her chest tightening as he wet his middle finger and thrust both inside her.

She needed to touch him. She brought her hand behind herself to push it against his front, feeling his cock straining at his zipper. She fumbled with his belt buckle. He released her and, unzipping his jeans, released himself, pulling his now very hard cock out. She wrapped her hand greedily against it, tugging him towards her body, rubbing him against the bare skin of her ass, briefly wondering if kneeling down on the dirty floor would be too dangerous in the crowd.

Before she had time to pursue that line of thought, he had wrapped his arms back around her and positioned her towards the railing again, her hands falling forward to brace herself against it. She reached back and wrapped a hand around his cock again, wanting more contact, needing to feel him against her burning cunt.

They both moaned loudly as his cock rubbed first her thighs, then finally, as her skirt rode up over her hips, against her panty-covered cunt. He growled and shifted forward, rubbing against her throbbing clit. Back and forth, they pushed against each other. With each thrust of his hips, her panties shifted, until it was bunched up and only covering her opening, his cock rubbing against her bare lips. She groaned in frustration, pushing back against him harder. He grabbed her hips, ran a hand down the front of her thigh, caressing the inside of her leg. His cock rubbing slowly against her wet folds, her panties a cum soaked mess.

She needed it. Natalie's hand slipped up her skirt and with a finger she swept her underwear to the side, giving him access. He thrust harder, his cock catching at her entrance before it slipped out. She was practically thrashing, trying to get him inside of her faster, arching her back to give him a better angle.

He growled and pushed her lower back down, bending her over the railing as his cock entered her. The feeling was overwhelming. He paused as he sunk in fully, giving her a moment to adjust to his size inside of her.

She felt his cock, the music, the crowd around and beneath her. Her eyes squeezed shut. She pushed herself back against him, demanding. He grabbed her hips more firmly and thrust into her once, twice, three more times.

"Fuck, you feel good."

It was the first time she'd heard his voice. He pounded into her, again and again, her arousal only growing. She felt like she was melting. He was filling her, over and over again, somehow feeling deeper each time, the sensation of fullness expanding until her entire body felt enveloped by it. She wanted more, more, more. She could feel her orgasm building, a heaviness inside her, pushing back against him harder now, calling out into the night, the sounds of their moans and their bodies crashing into each other disappearing into the music.

She slumped over the railing, letting him take control and fuck her harder, ready and wanting to come all over him but her desires too scattered to help it happen. She opened her eyes, discovering she had adjusted to the darkness. Looking up next to her, she saw the tall man who had been leaning there now watching with interest. Her mouth fell open as they caught each other's eyes.

His hand was resting over the bulge in his pants, subtly touching himself as he watched the show. She responded to this with a new rush of arousal, and if the stranger inside of her saw what was happening, he clearly didn't mind. He pushed more deeply into her and she slumped over, moaning.

She looked up again into the tall man's eyes and, desperation filling her, pushed herself upright and pushed her chest out. He didn't miss a beat before closing the distance between them and kissing her, his hand rising to meet her breast, squeezing and groping her. His other hand dropped between her legs, rubbing her clit. With the surprise of this new sensation, the overwhelm of the two men's touches, her orgasm finally overtook her. She bared down hard and her vision darkened as the world came apart and then came back together.

The cock inside her slowed, but only for a moment as she caught her breath, before the hands on her hips tightened once more and he pulled her against him. He must be close. The man beside her held her upright and they locked lips, the man behind her gripping her tighter and pulling her back against him and groaning as his cock pulsed inside of her.

He squeezed her once more as he exited her, and the two men helped her steady herself. She leaned herself back against the railing and kissed them both deeply, then dropped her hands down to undo her new friend's pants.

She wanted more.