The line outside the club was insane. People packed the sidewalk so tightly Connie could barely breathe. She now understood the cliché "crammed in like sardines".
The people in the crowd shifted impatiently, waiting for the doors to open. The club was new, and had been promoted as the best dance club in the city. The owners had snagged one of the hottest local bands for their opening night, as well as a DJ they'd hired away from the previous "best club in the city". From the size of the crowd, everyone in this part of the state wanted to see if the new club could live up to its hype.
In the two hours that she'd been standing there, Connie had been bumped or jostled many times. It was impossible to avoid with this many people standing around. So when she felt something touch her leg, she thought nothing of it at first. Until the something moved up her leg and under the hem of her mid-thigh-length skirt.
She tried to turn to see who was touching her. "Shh," a deep male voice said. "Let me. You're fucking hot, and it'll be a good way to pass the time."
He couldn't mean... Connie was unable to finish the thought as the man's hand made its way between her legs. Her bare pussy moistened, and with no panties, she had no way to hide it from the man. "You're turned on by this, aren't you," he said into her ear.
"Yes," Connie admitted.
"So am I." He pushed her skirt up to her hips. "When I bend you forward, don't resist it. I won't let you fall."
Connie obediently bent when he pushed on her back. His hands on her waist stabilized her as she felt his cock slip between her legs and into her wet cunt. She was letting a total stranger fuck her where dozens of people could see. What the hell was she thinking? But even though part of her was horrified that she was allowing this, a larger part was turned on. Her pussy was dripping, and the excitement of public sex was so much that she came almost instantly.
"You like this, don't you," the man said. "You're a hot little slut."
"Yes. Yes!"
A few heads turned in their direction, but Connie didn't care. She was focused only on the pleasure of being fucked; it had been over a month since the last time, and her body craved the sensation of the man's cock shoving in and out of her pussy.
He fucked her through another orgasm, then withdrew. Connie whimpered in disappointment. "The line's moving," the man said. "And I don't want to come in you. Not yet, anyway. I'll see you inside." He walked off through the crowd, leaving Connie standing there with her cunt and ass exposed to everyone.
As he had said, the line had begun to move. Connie hastily adjusted her skirt, trying to hide the flush in her face from the other waiting patrons. A few of them looked at her with grins and winks; Connie looked away. Now that the fuck was over, she couldn't believe how she'd behaved. She should have had more control of herself.
It seemed to take hours, but finally Connie made it inside the club. The place was decorated in neon and silver, with small tables scattered around the perimeter of the dance floor and a bar near the door. Connie made her way toward an empty table, but a trio of college-age bleached-blondes cut her off and took the table instead. "Oh, were you going to sit here?" one of them asked.
"Never mind," Connie said.
"Thought so." The girls snickered.
Connie went to the bar instead and found a vacant stool. Of course, she knew she would lose it as soon as she stood up to dance, but first things first. "Strawberry daiquiri, please," she told the bartender. She didn't drink often, but she needed something to help her cope with what she had done outside.
The music was loud, but not unpleasantly so, and gradually the dance floor filled. Connie scanned the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of the man who had fucked her, though she'd barely seen him outside and probably wouldn't have recognized him if he'd stood in front of her. The thought both scared and titillated Connie. She had fucked a man she wouldn't know if she was right beside him. So out of character for her, but it had felt so good.
