I Still Want Her

Shiny clothes have always turned me the fuck on. When the local nightclub, The Pink Rose, announced it was holding Neon Night, I already knew it would be a good scene for me. But I didn't expect to get THAT turned on, or have as much wild fun as I did.

It started much like I expected and hoped. Within a few minutes of standing at the periphery of the dance floor, pre-game drinks already in my system and another drink in my hand, I saw what I came there to see. A beautiful girl wearing a skintight shiny blue dress caught my eye from across the room. To be honest, her ass was the first thing I noticed. It was perky and round, looking perfectly squishable in latex. Immediately I wanted to ask her to dance and feel her against me.

I watched for a few moments, sizing her up before I made my move. She was dressed like a complete slut, but she seemed a little nervous, pulling gently on her long, straight, dark hair as she chatted with her friends. When she laughed, I knew my fate was sealed. As long as this girl was at The Pink Rose on Neon Night, wearing that, I was not going to be able to focus on anyone else.

She didn't make it easy on me. I approached her, but before I could ask to dance, one of her girlfriends took her by the hand and led her to the dance floor. The girlfriend wore the same dress in red, just as short and tight and shiny. Obviously as soon as they got there, two men asked to dance, and now I needed to wait through five minutes of GET LOW blasting as I waited.

Sure, I didn't get the first dance of the night with blue-dress girl, but I couldn't let that slow me down. The night was still young. I watched them dance, patiently waiting my turn. When the song ended, and the two pairs kissed as they departed, it stung a little, but I still had all the wind in my sails. The girl and the night were mine for the taking.

I approached her group of friends, made a funny remark about their not-actually neon outfits, and introduced myself to the woman of the night in the blue dress. Her name was Vanessa, she told me. I offered to get her a drink and she accepted. "I like Vodka soda!" she said. A small price to pay for unforgettable fun with a beautiful girl.

I went to the bar, got the bartender's attention, and paid for three vodka sodas, planting a seed with Vanessa's friend. I knew without red-dress girl on my side, I wouldn't get as far as I wanted. When I returned to them, I was disappointed but not surprised to see another group of guys swept in, remarking on their outfits and offering to buy them drinks. "Too late, fellas," I thought, proud of myself for noticing her first.

I handed the drinks to Vanessa and her friend, and was shocked to see them hand the drinks to the new guys. "Can you get one more?" Vanessa asked.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I wanted to say.

"I mean, I just bought you guys three drinks!" I said. It was no use. They had already turned away, talking to their new friends. Instead of getting butt hurt, I decided to play the game. I was going to get Vanessa to dance with me.

I returned with two more vodka sodas, now making sure Vanessa, her girlfriend, and the group of fellas all had what they needed. After a quick dance, she assured me, she would come back and chat with me. I watched as the group danced to another terrible song. Then Vanessa and her friend swapped partners, and they continued dancing. I was hoping they wouldn't hook up, but she did kiss both of them. But only briefly. Even though I saw her kiss three boys, I still wanted Vanessa so badly.

When the song ended, the guys vanished, and Vanessa and her friend returned to the group of girlfriends who were nice enough to stand with me. "Oh my god, did you guys kiss?" her friends asked, not caring that I was within earshot.

"Yes, but he kept feeling me up," said Vanessa. "We had to switch because I wasn't that into him, but the next guy was sooo hot. So I let him touch me," she continued. She described how he smelled and told everyone how certain she was that he had a big dick. She could feel it through her dress. I tried my best to ignore it and focus on what was undoubtedly coming soon, my dance with Vanessa.

When their conversation ended, I nutted up and asked her, "Hey Vanessa, do you wanna dance?"

"Sure, I love this song!" She said. Fuck yeah! I agreed, the song that was playing was slightly less terrible than the others. Now, it was our time.

I took Vanessa's hand and led her to the center of the dance floor. Even though I would have rather been following her, looking at her amazing ass in her tight blue dress. We found an empty spot along the wall and she pressed into me, face inches from mine as she tried to tell me something.

"Hold on!" She said. "This guy I met earlier is right over there and he has a drink for me. I'll be right back!"

Seconds later, she vanished, back to the bar, now pressing her body and smiling face against the man she just finished dancing with. Really, him again? Already? My blood boiled. I waited and waited while they chatted. He smiled at her and looked at her flirtatiously, saying something about her body, and she returned a playful smile. She looked like she was enjoying the attention, but I had a feeling she would return to me. I waited a minute longer.

She returned, new drink half empty. Her dress was ruffled and riding up, and strands of her straight hair sat askew. I wasn't sure, but I thought they might've made out.

It didn't matter. She was mine now. I held her hips and turned her body so that her ass was pressed into me, just in time for the next song. This song was straight up ass, figuratively, but I was getting ass literally, so I didn't care. Vanessa was finally mine.

For thirty glorious, unforgettable seconds, Vanessa and I danced in the corner of The Pink Rose. In no time, I was ready to burst, so turned on by her outfit, her body, and honestly, her antics. The fact I had waited an hour-plus just to dance with this girl made me covet her more. I wanted to dance for another song, but of course, she had something else in mind.

"Hold on, I'll be right back!" Vanessa said. I saw her check her phone as she walked, pulling it out from the safe spot inside her dress, tucked against her tits. I was certain she got a text from one of those guys, but tried to ignore it.

True to her word, Vanessa did come back only two or three minutes later. She smiled at me. "Ok, now that's finished, let's dance!" I wasn't sure what she meant by finished, or "that," but I was happy to continue dancing. As she got closer, I noticed the front of her dress shone brightly, more than I had noticed before. I was so enamored by her ass earlier, I didn't notice how low cut her top was. She was an ass-girl, but her perky and glorious tits were also on full display. How could I be shocked that so many men wanted her? She was a horny single girl with a club full of horny men. In that moment, I realized I couldn't be hard on her for diving her attention the way she did.

But then, I noticed why her tits were so shiny.

All along her collarbone, chest, and onto her shiny blue dress were remnants of sticky, wet, hard-earned cum, siphoned from the cock of a man she had just met. Vanessa stopped what she was doing, dancing with me, to give some guy a blowjob,. Then she expected me to keep dancing with her. Was she fucking serious?

"What is that, all over your chest!?" I said, unable to play it cool any longer. She blushed.

"Oh, don't worry about it," She wiped some of it off her chest and licked her finger. "Let's dance!" She took me by the hand. I couldn't believe this girl.

We danced, my cock throbbing as she moved to the rhythm. I could tell she was trying a little harder with me now that her other date was satisfied. I wanted to be mad about it, but I couldn't. She was too fucking hot, dancing with me as she was covered in cum.

I rationalized. "If she's willing to blow a stranger at the night club, I'm sure I'm next." It was kind of hot, if I was being honest. Taking a turn with the girl everyone wanted.

Then, another guy from the group earlier appeared. I thought they had left. "Oh my god, I thought you left?" She said. The man said nothing. He simply reached out and held her face, pulled it towards him, and kissed her while she danced with me. She hadn't even kissed him before, but I guess he wanted a piece. She kissed him back, not stopped by the fact that she already had me rock-hard behind her.

They finished kissing. Vanessa smiled and wished him goodbye, then turned back to me. "Sorry about that, I thought he left a while ago!" She kept dancing, but seconds later stopped again. "He's texting me, do you care if I take this real quick?" This time, I knew what she meant.

Fifteen minutes later, Vanessa walked back into the nightclub, hastily pulling her tight, blue latex dress back over her ass. It was close to three AM and the night club was starting to empty. She found me and her other girlfriends waiting for her in the same spot near the dance floor.

"Vanessa, you slut!" They said playfully when she arrived. She giggled and shrugged. They asked how it was, and she told them about his fancy BMW, his big dick and how much he came, more than she had ever seen.

Vanessa turned towards me with pretend sad-eyes. "I really wanted to get more time with you tonight," she said. Y

"Yeah fucking right," I thought. But I couldn't help myself. Vanessa had me in her grasp.

"It's OK, no worries, Vanessa. I have to leave soon," I said. "But do you want to have one more dance?"

I took her hand. Here it was. No more distractions, no more side meetings. She was all mine. As we danced, I felt her warmth against me. She moved her hips and pressed her ass into me with everything she had, trying to impress me, or apologize, or still turned on from having sex, all of the above. I started to get into it, feeling more and more turned on, forgetting to care how many people she hooked up with that night. She dropped it low, all the way down low, and I watched her ass as she did. I saw something shiny and it occurred to me all at once.

As she pressed against me, a stranger's cum pouring out of her pussy and all over the back of her dress, his cum transferred onto my pants. Now I looked like the one who blew my load mid-dance, instead of Vanessa. That slut!

The song ended, and Vanessa turned towards me. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It's getting late. But tonight was sooo much fun!" She said. "Let's do it again sometime!"

All I could do was agree, trying to cover my cum-soaked shorts as I ordered a ride back to my apartment, hoping to see her again.