My period was approaching. How could I tell? Bitchy, hungry, crazy dreams, and horny. Horny like a goddamned bitch in heat and all I could think of was sex. The problem? Being single without a reliable friend. This time seemed particularly nasty, and I wondered if it were at least partially due to my failed attempt at taking Chaste Tree regularly as a liquid supplement. Chaste Tree was touted as a way to reduce sexual desire, and was an all natural berry extract. I needed to invest in the pills, which were much easier to take. The liquid draws too much attention, and I didn't really want to explain to anyone what I was doing. I texted the only person that was even a small possibility and no go. He had a terribly low sex drive, and I knew it, but I was in dire need here. He seems at home reminding me how incredibly embarrassing it is to be turned down for sex.
I was desperate to burn off some energy. It was Saturday, and I called several different friends to go dancing, but everyone either had plans or just didn't want to go. "Screw it," I told my cats, "I'll go alone." It wouldn't be the first time, I just didn't make a habit of it.
I pulled on a simple black dress that sparkles a bit, with a loose skirt part that stops above my knees and twirls nicely when spinning. I did my makeup subtly, donned earrings and black flats, and I was out the door. The club I like to go to is about an hour away, so I cranked up the music and tried not to think about sex. This included not thinking about the man I liked who said I was too young for him nor the married man I wanted to jump, but couldn't for obvious reasons.
I finally made it to the club, and I could hear the muted beat as I approached the doors. I paid the cover charge and took a deep breath before going to the closest bar and ordering a shot of tequila. I stood watching the dancers for a bit. Thank goodness the night was in full swing; the floor was nearly packed with warm bodies. I ordered another shot, and then joined in the throng; moving my arms, legs, feet, and hips to start the rhythm and loosen up.
I closed my eyes, letting the music build in me until I felt like I was becoming part of the beat, that I was fluid, moving in a perfect interpretation of the music. My hands moved over and around me, head thrown back as I dipped backward slightly, and then grinding against the empty space in front of me. After a while I opened my eyes, and could tell the alcohol was taking effect. I needed fresh air.
I walked through the club out to the courtyard in back and sat by the fountain with its color show. It was a warm evening, but still cooler outside after having been dancing. I pulled my hair back and away from my neck and let my body cool off. There was lots of chatter outside, and I smiled at a memory of the night I was spanked by a perfectly nice stranger over on the bench. Not hard, it was all playful, but so out of the ordinary. I felt a tightening in me, low. Ok, thoughts like that were not helping. I got back up and walked back into the club.
On my way through the crowd, I started to let my hands trail over different men, meeting surprised looks with an impish grin, and grabbed some backsides. Yay tequila! This was naughty, but fun. On the dance floor, I bumped into someone behind me in order to not run into someone else, and realized they were male. Without turning around, I scooted my ass into his crotch, grinding against him. I figured he would probably move away, but instead his hands came down to my hips as he thrust back at me, bending knees to take us both down a little bit. I bent over at the waist, letting it appear as if he were fucking me from behind, and I could certainly feel that he wouldn't mind. We danced together for a while, him behind me and never seeing his face, before I disengaged and simply walked off. I smiled to myself. That had been fun, but I needed to not be doing this with the guys here, as it was not helping my situation.
I went to a less crowded section of the floor, and just did my own thing again for a while, letting the music take me away. I was getting sweaty and panting from the exertion, and it felt amazing. The night was melting my stress away as I lost myself in the dance. Someone came up behind me, leaned in and spoke in my ear "Wanna dance?" I pushed back against him, wrapping my hands behind me to pull us tighter, and we were swaying and grinding together. I leaned my head back on to his shoulder, and his arm was around my midsection. He leaned down to kiss my neck, going from my ear down to my shoulder, nipping along the way. Aw hell. My eyes were closed, lips parted, and I was beginning to get lost.
He turned me around, putting one leg between mine, and brought his face down to kiss my mouth. I let him, and we were locked in the dance our bodies were doing in time to the music, as well as the dance of tongues that was building my heat back up. My hands had a firm hold of his ass, as his were on my upper back with thumbs curved around to brush the sides of my breasts. I was starting to burn up. We danced like this, his lips and hands taking liberties with me, rubbing against me, and I couldn't do it anymore. I stood on tiptoe to reach his ear.
"Fuck me. Now." Before I change my mind, I thought. He pulled back to look at me. He was good looking. A bit younger than I usually like, but with dark hair and dark eyes. He smirked at me, looking around. He finally grabbed my hand and walked through the crowd. We were heading towards the courtyard, but he swung around into the small hallway that held the restrooms. Ahh.
There were four other guys in the restroom when we burst in, but none in the stalls, thank goodness. A couple of the guys were startled, quickly putting their junk back and re-zipping, watching as my guy got a condom from the machine on the wall, and then pulled me into one of the empty stalls. I heard a low whistle as he turned me around and flipped my skirt up. I braced my hands against the wall, already panting, as he fumbled with his zipper and pulled my panties down at the same time. I stepped out of them and heard the packet rip. A moment later he slid right into me, hard and fast. I was so wet, there was no resistance, and I cried out at the sudden penetration. He began fucking me in earnest, and I was trying to be quiet, but it was impossible.
I could hear hoots and chuckles over my own vocalization, but even as I felt slightly embarrassed, I wanted more. I was in a full haze of lust, and could barely think of anything more than the need to come. I vaguely realized that the stall door was open and the guys were watching. Then he came. Without me. Fuck! Too short... it almost always takes a little bit to get me to come the first time, but then I'm usually good to go and can potentially have orgasm after orgasm after that. Not always, but that's what I was looking for tonight. That's what I needed so damn desperately. I almost started crying in frustration, my head hanging over the toilet.
I was trying to catch my breath and calm down when I heard the quiet question of whether I was this guy's girlfriend or not. Then he stepped back, and I felt another body behind me. He leaned in to whisper in my ear "My turn." I heard the stall door close and lock. "We don't need an audience." His voice was deep and seductive, his breath hot against my ear.
And then, his fingers pushed into me -- first just one, and then two, slowly. I pushed back against him and gave a strangled "Please." He crooked his fingers until he found the right spot, and I immediately came hard. His other hand came up to stifle my screams as I gushed over his hand. He chuckled, not slowing his movements. "That's it, good girl. Now come for me again." And I did. Twice.
My legs were ready to give out. He pulled me up and turned me around, just as the bouncers were coming in to kick me out. He put one arm around me so that I could stand without falling, and then told the bouncers we were leaving. He took me outside and looked me up and down. I was still a bit wobbly, and he took in my glazed eyes and slack mouth.
