It had been so long since I went out, let loose, and had some fun. My friend Jessica met me for drinks, but I decided to stay when she left. Tuned, half horny, and wanting to forget about this shitty work week, I make my way to the crowded dance floor, dark save for the spotlights dancing in tune with the beat.
A few songs in, a body presses against my back. I think nothing of it since it's so crowded. After some time, long, skilled fingers dance down my body. Under my chin, down my neck, between my breasts. They don't stop until they meet the denim of my jeans, and even then, he tucks his fingers gently into the waistband. I let him.
Music reverberates around us, blaring off the walls, pounding in my chest. It's warm from the bodies crammed so tightly I can't even turn around to see who's touching me.
"Shhh," he whispers in my ear when I try.
He must be tall because I can feel the way his body dips to lower his lips to my ear. The music changes to something slower, deeper, darker. He grabs my hips and pulls me back against him. My back to his chest, my head against his muscular frame.
"Let me make you feel good," he whispers into my skin.
It's been so long since I've reacted in such a away. So long since a man has hardened my nipples with just his voice. So long since I've orgasmed without my toy. So long that I give into ecstasy and nod my head.
The stranger behind me doesn't automatically shove his hands in my pants like I want him to. Instead, he slowly turns us so our fronts are shieled in a darker part of the club, so no one can see what he's going to do, so no one can hear me.
My eyes close as he whispers soft words into my ear. "Your skin is so soft," he says. "Your body is so sexy," he whispers. "Your hair would look so fucking good wrapped around my wrist," he coos.
That one earns a gentle whimper as he gives a little tug on the ends. A quiet laugh sounds in my ear before he palms my belly with his right hand, trailing under my shirt to my breasts. One large, warm hand rests just under while the other hand catches up. Not wearing a bra under this shirt was the best idea ever.
Suddenly and all at once, his mouth attaches to my neck in a soft bite before he sucks my skin between his teeth. My back arches as I cry out, my breasts push against his hands.
Slowly, his teeth sinking into my neck, the stranger ghosts his hands above my breasts, just barely grazing my nipples.
"Mmmm," he whispers in my ear, kissing his way to my jaw and back. "You feel absolutely divine."
"Please," I whimper, the bass of the music thumping through our bodies.
"Please what, beautiful?"
"Touch me," I beg.
His large hands skim my breasts two more times before his fingers find my nipples and pinch gently. There's a tether straight to my core, and my insides are lit on fire.
"Sing for me," he grunts, fingers plucking my erect nipple like an instrument.
My body presses against his, my back arching away to feel his hands fully envelope my chest, but he denies me.
And then he plucks again, harder.
My moans sound loudly, desperate for more.
He chuckles against me. "Good girl."
Finally, after minutes of agony, he palms my breasts, squeezing, kneading, massaging.
"Yes," I beg, wanting to shove my own fingers down my pants to get some relief.
"So soft, so supple," he groans. "What these would feel like wrapped around my cock. Should we find out?"
