This is a story mixing some real life experience and some fantasy as well….and I won't tell what is true and what is fantasy.
I was about 22 and a relationship with a girl had just broke before summer. So I spent a week alone in Ibiza. My hotel was near the capital of the island and Ibiza is quite well known in Europe for wild parties and hot clubs and discos. At the beginning I was not in the mood for going to that kind of crowded clubs and rather read a book in my hotel after having some dinner. It was only two nights before my holiday was over again, that I was fed up with being alone and decided to at least try one of the recommended “In-clubs”.
So I dressed in a quite sexy short skirt and a white blouse. I wore a panty but no bra. The white colour of my cloth matched perfectly with the brownish suntan I already had and my brown coloured hair. My 85B cupped breasts felt good without a bra. I looked into the mirror before leaving and was quite satisfied, with what I saw.
So after taking dinner alone in a restaurant quite late, I reached a club called “Angel's”. It really was crowded. It seemed to be a place of the “young and beautiful”. And there was enough to watch and enjoy. Beautiful bodies of young women and men were drinking, dancing and flirting. They also had some table-dancers. There were male and female dancers. I had a place at the bar, near a black female dancer. She only wore a pantyhose and a very small cotton cloth fixed with a knot at her crotch as kind of very short skirt, showing all her legs. Beyond she was completely naked. In the nipples of her medium sized breasts were two piercings. She had a beautiful face and her had was shaved really short. It was a wide and erotic dance that she performed. I have always been fascinated by exotic men and women and so I couldn't get my eyes of her again and even felt that I was getting aroused a bit.
I was so concentrated on watching that sexy, exotic girl, performing her hot table dance that I hadn't seen a black guy nearing me. He was a very athletic black man in his twenties. He wore a shirt that showed his trained chest very well and a light cotton trousers. His head was shaved very short.
“May I invite you for a dance?”, he asked.
Why not? I thought and agreed. I had been so fascinated by this black dancer that I was already turned on a bit as this black guy asked me for a dance. I hadn't been with a man in a long time now, as I lately absolutely had preferred girls. So maybe it was time again for a man? I followed him onto the dance floor. It was a fast dance-beat and so it was an open dance. He was a good and funny dancer and he understood very well not only to entertain me but also to really “dance me”, to bring our bodies very close and to touch me from time to time. I was getting excited. We exchanged names, he was called Jeff and from UK and some small talk while we were dancing. After a while he shouted into my ear, to make me hear him, in spite of the loud music.
“My girlfriend and I have seen you watching the black table dancer? Do you like girls, too?”
I blushed. Had it been so obvious? So he had a girl friend. I was confused for a moment, but I nodded yes. I was even more excited now.