The club is loud, bass seeping through the walls and the roof, almost enveloping in its fullness. Darkness coats the room and bright, colored lights directed onto the center of the dance floor break the shadows just enough to make out flashes of lost, smiling faces. Bodies pumping around her to the beat of the music carry her into their dreamlike trance, and she starts dancing right along with them. This was one of her favorite stress relievers - moving to music loud enough to drown out every thought except for now, with a crowd full of other people there for the exact same reason. Here you can forget, you can throw yourself into the sound around you and lose yourself into the liquid vibration flowing through your entire being.
Close your eyes and you are nothing, no one. She's in the middle of the crowd, far away people blending into each other, into her, no one paying any attention to anyone else. She sways to the low beat, snaking her hips round and round, her body slowly waking with every move, every throb of the song. Her entire body begins to twist and turn to the music, singing along to the sounds she knew and loving the sounds she didn't. Hands come from nowhere, slipping down her hips and her thighs, and she can feel the attached body pressing against her rear. Her arms raise with the music as she swirls to face this stranger, alcohol slipping through her veins. He is familiar, his smile warm and wicked. Her blood turns hot, passion waking every fiber in her as she returns the smile, placing her hands on his broad chest.
The mass of bodies around them presses them closer together, the song blending into another and he takes a hand from her hip, cupping her chin. Their eyes meet and he leans down, pressing his delicious lips to hers, lighting her on fire. She returns his soft kiss with a firm one, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him even closer; her desperation palpable. He responds immediately, his cock gradually hardening in his trousers as she grinds against him. They start slow, fingers grasping skin through clothing, melding together, gyrating to the beat. His hands travel up her tight skirt to grab a handful of her ass and as soon as he breaches that barrier, all bets are off. Something growls deep inside of her, her abdomen suddenly a white-hot flame.
They part slightly, the hunger in his eyes a reflection of her own, and they begin to push to the edges of the crowd, towards the dark corners where the lights don't reach. As soon as her back hit the cool, vibrating wall, his fingers were unzipping his jeans, freeing his thick, rock hard cock. He grabs the back of her left knee and pulls it to his hip, ripping her black lace panties to the side with his free hand. She feels his sharp intake of breath when he touches her, even though he knew just how desperately she craved him he wasn't expecting such a wet and ready cunt.
A groan rumbles through his chest and he glances around, making sure everyone is still in a trance. The strangers surrounding them were almost pressing against his back but in the dark, you could easily mistake their fucking for some passionate, PG13 grinding. He grabs his cock in his hand firmly and she looks down, her eyes widening at the sight. She had had some large men in the past but his was something different. She looks back up at him and presses herself onto the tip, her eyes betraying how much it hurt to force herself onto him so quickly, but she couldn't fucking wait and he knew it. He should be more concerned with hurting her, but in this moment he knew she didn't care, and neither did he.
