"I have a surprise for you," Allen said with an awkward grin and a sideways glance as we drove through an unfamiliar part of town. I smiled. I have always loved surprises.
It was dark outside as we pulled up to something that looked like a night club but simply said "S" over the door. The valet opened my door and as we approached the entrance, the doorman asked Allen for passes which Allen provided. We stepped inside to a very dark lobby where a host greeted us, asking if we were new to the club. Allen told him that we were and we received a quick introduction. The bar and dance floor were straight ahead. The member's only room with a viewing window was behind the bar to the right. There was an open lounge area to the left. There was a three drink minimum, and if we found we were interested in "additional services" we should inquire back here at the host station.
At this point Allen was looking somewhat like a pre-teen who'd been caught stealing women's underwear from Victoria Secret, and I was very confused. Normally Allen hates clubs. But the bar sounded like a good option, so that's where we headed. We ordered our drinks and I noticed that the couple at the end of the bar was becoming very friendly, not really caring who noticed.
"There's something I need to tell you," Allen said, as his eyes followed my gaze, but at that same moment our drinks arrived.
We took seats at the bar which was surprisingly empty and just when Allen was about to speak, the bartender struck up a conversation. "Are you new here?" he asked.
"Yes," Allen replied. "I haven't really had a chance to explain yet."
The bartender winked at Allen and I was now thoroughly puzzled. He asked our names and the three of us talked as the bartender kept refilling our drinks. Finally the bartender leaned over quietly suggesting to Allen that he first take me dancing, then over to the viewing window and after that if he still thought he had a shot, to the lounge. So Allen asked me to dance and I said yes, more confused than ever. Allen has never liked to dance.
He took my hand, leading me to the middle of the somewhat crowded dance floor. They were playing pretty typical club music...heavy, pulsing, no real substance. Some couples were dancing easily to the rhythm, others were slow dancing. In the dark I noticed that outfits at clubs these days were getting pretty skimpy. Not a big fan of club music, it didn't surprise me when Allen took me into his arms to slow dance. After the strong drinks at the bar I welcomed the opportunity to lean against him and feel his arms around me. When I felt his lips and tongue on my neck, in my haze, it didn't seem odd to me that he would do that on the dance floor. When he kissed my lips, he tasted sweet, like Jim Beam. His kisses became more passionate as his hands began to wander. Even with the alcohol, that did seem odd. I was torn between letting him continue and being self conscious that someone might notice. He pulled me tight against him, letting me feel how hard his erection was between us. I tried to pull back, to look into his eyes, but Allen held me close and whispered into my ear.
"Look around," he said.
I glanced around the dance floor and as I struggled to focus in the darkness I finally noticed that most couples on the dance floor were in various forms of undress with hands and mouths searching each other freely. Okay, it took me a while but I was finally starting to get it, and Allen saw the understanding as it registered in my eyes. I looked up at him, both stunned and intrigued, then he kissed me passionately again.
Reaching one hand under the back of my skirt to grab my ass, and one hand under my top to play with my breast, I was still uncertain. But I could feel the heat and the insistence of his hands through the thin material of my lingerie. When he took my mouth with his again, my uncertainty melted away. We moved together with the music, kissing, hands running over each other, bodies rubbing, not paying attention to anyone around us. My breath caught as I felt his hand slide into the front of my panties. I hadn't expected him to do that. I looked around but no one appeared to notice. It was dark, the music was overbearing, and everyone on the dance floor was completely lost in their own world. Still Allen sensed my hesitation and asked if I wanted him to stop.
"No, I don't want you to stop," I said, my voice barely a whisper.
His hand between us, I wrapped my arms around Allen's neck and buried my face into his shoulder as his fingers gently circled my clit and we continued to sway as if we were dancing. With one arm holding me close, Allen's fingers explored my pussy, dipping slowly inside me, first one finger, then two, moving in and out rhythmically, then retreating to tease my clit. With the throbbing music, the warmth of his body against mine, his lips on my face and neck, and his fingers doing something that is normally forbidden in public, I couldn't control my climax.
"Oh my god," I whispered.
He grasped me tighter, dipping several fingers deep inside me, then used my juices to slowly circle my hard, swollen clit. My body shuddered as my orgasm came in waves on the dance floor in the middle of all those people, barely able to stand if not for Allen holding me against him. His fingers slowed inside me with the rhythm of my pulsing body, his palm pressing firmly against me until he felt me go limp. Then curling his fingers to slowly drag them through my pubic hair, he removed his hand from my panties. Pulling me close against him, he kissed me passionately again as we resumed slow dancing to the throbbing club music.
I could feel Allen's still very hard erection against my stomach and I reached for the top button of his jeans but he stopped me, whispering that we should go to the viewing window as the bartender had suggested. Still feeling spent and a little woozy, I took Allen's hand to follow his lead off the dance floor. Behind the bar I noticed rows of movie theatre style seating in front of a large window.
"This may be more of a surprise than you had counted on," Allen told me.
