As soon as we get inside the venue, you head to the ladies room to tidy up. Your blouse is untucked and ruffled, your skirt is creased where I had pushed it up around your waist.
While you're away, I go to the bar and buy us some drinks. You come back just as my friend spots us from the stage. He gives a subtle wave and winks at me once he's seen you. He loves sexy women, and I can tell that he approves.
We stand by the bar listening to the band. Your arm is around my waist and my arm is around your shoulders. You sway in time to the music, and I can feel your thigh rub against mine as you keep time. Most of the songs are quite slow, but when a faster song comes on you pull me away and we join the crowd on the dance floor. You press yourself against me, and we dance closely.
I am still hard, and you feel me dig into you as we dance. All I can think about now is fucking you. The bar and the taxi ride have driven me crazy, and my desire for you distracts me from everything else. As no one can see on the darkened dance floor, you carefully put your hand down the waist of my jeans, and your fingers meet the tip of my cock, still wet with the pre-cum you drew from me in the taxi. We dance for a while, and you gentle caress my cock with your fingertips. I'm holding you close and in such a way as no one can see what your doing, so I don't stop you when you start to circle your thumb around the head of my cock, using my pre-cum to lubricate your strokes and caresses.
After a few songs, the band stops to take a break. You slowly pull your hand from my jeans just as my friend comes over to say hello. He shakes my hand, and I introduce him to you. He winks at you and then kisses you on both cheeks. You blush, but I can tell you're enjoying the attention.
The three of us go and sit at a table and order more drinks. A few other people join us, and by this stage everyone is starting to feel a bit drunk, including us. Everyone is very relaxed, and as a few of the other couples are kissing. As no one seems to care, I lean forward and kiss you deeply on the mouth, pushing my tongue against yours. I'm still so turned on that I can feel my cock harden further, and you rest your hand on the bulge in my jeans. I twitch at your touch and the feeling of desire rises in my throat again.
My friend comes back to the table with a few shots, and we each knock back some vodka. My friend says that he needs to get ready for the second set, and invites us to the dressing room so we can talk whilst he gets ready. It's quite full of people, but the atmosphere is exciting. I can hear the emcee on stage getting the crowd's attention. Most of the people in the room leave to find a place near the stage. It's just us and the band left. My friend tells us that we can leave our bags and coats in the dressing room if we like, so we take off our coats and leave them on one of the sofas. He then says that it's time to go on stage, so he and the rest of the band leave ahead of us. You go to follow them to watch the next set, but I grab your hand and hold you back. My friend is too focussed on getting ready to play to notice, and no one looks back as the dressing room door shuts behind them. We are alone in the dressing room.