I sat on the soft leather barstool, waiting. Sipping my white Russian through a tiny red straw, because I liked the way it felt rolling around on my tongue. My skirt was loose, short and frilly, the style I knew men liked best. I have on a tiny thong that is buried between my cunt lips, reminding me of why I am here and keeping my clit at a low throb. I grind against nothingness once in a while, restless to have something more than satin fabric tugging at my pussy. My blouse is sheer, a halter style, leaving my back bare, and my bra-less titties are tight and high. The light fabric barely brushes my girl-like pointy nipples, teasing and tormenting me with each movement. Once in a while, I run my fingers over a quivering tip, pinching as I go, and my hot little slit gets a trickle of cream in reward.
It's time to start surveying the crowd. The dance floor is packed with bodies, rubbing and groping to their hearts delight. I spot a few nice asses and sets of wide shoulders, wondering who might have the same needs as me. There are groups of men standing around, some laughing, some looking horny and not-so-subtly elbowing each other over a nice set of tits or a well defined camel toe. As I scan the crowd, I re-cross my legs, letting my skirt slide further up my thighs and absently run my fingers across my faint valley of cleavage.
As I reach for my drink, I am startled as a dark tan hand from behind my picks up the glass and brings it around to my lips, the strong forearm attached brushing slightly against the side of my very curious tit.
"Drink". His voice sounded like someone had dragged it through gravel. Smokey and hot. He leaned into my back and I felt the solid wall of his chest radiate heat against my bare back. As the straw touched my lips, I instinctively sucked, swallowing shakily. He lowered the drink and turned the barstool toward the dance floor, coming even more snugly behind me and sliding his hands around my waist. His hands spanned my belly, just under my breasts. His thumbs began lazily skimming along the bottom curve of each tit.
"These are making me crazy. I have been watching your hot little nipples pushing against this barely-there top all night. They look like little berries...hard and round, just right for my mouth, baby." He leaned into my neck and nibbled just below my ear, then sucked an earlobe into the heat of his mouth, and I felt it in each nipple. I gasped and squeezed my thighs together against a rush of cream.
"I can smell your hot little pussy honey, is all that sweetness for me?" When I didn't answer, he cupped my left breast and lightly pinched the nipple. I automatically thrust my tits further into his hands and heard his amused chuckle. "I think it is. I think these ripe little berries and this sweet creamy cunt are all mine tonight."
God, how did he know what I needed? I felt dizzy as his cock pressed against my ass and he continued to play with my nipples, unnoticed in a crowd.
"Are you mine tonight baby?" Do I get to play with you however I want?" I was breathless, frozen in the moment, unable to believe someone had tapped into my desires so perfectly. "Answer me, sweet girl, or I may have to go away and take my big cock with me. You don't want to lose your big cock, do you now honey?" As he rolled his hips against my ass, I felt his fingers run up my neck to outline my lips.
"Open." His command made me gasp again, and as my lips parted, he slipped his index finger onto my tongue.
"Suck." I felt my cream running onto the suede barstool, tickling my thighs. His words were enough. I would have sucked anything he put into my mouth. I latched onto his finger and laved the tip with my tongue as I sucked the digit in and out of my hungry mouth.