The deep, seductive bass of the music coursed through my body as soon as I stepped into the crowded nightclub, breathing air heavy with smoke and sweat and the heat of the balmy summer night - intoxicating. The flashing lights had me vying for balance as I moved through the crowds of twisting, writhing dancers to the bar. I ordered a drink. It had been far too long since I had let go for an evening; with the stress of college finals over at last I was ready to indulge completely in all the hedonistic rituals this libidinous atmosphere encouraged.
I had come alone, fueled with a bottle of wine, a bit of cocaine, and the desire for passion. Still a virgin at 21, I felt a good fuck was long overdue. I had always been too shy for a one night stand – too concerned about my appearance to think anyone would be interested in me – but years of plastic cocks and fleeting, futile, entanglements had led me here tonight, ready to give in completely to prurient temptation.
I scanned the room, taking in the scene as I pushed my dampened bangs from my forehead and sipped my whisky sour. The music still had my entire being pulsing, rising and falling with the grinding synth – music created to emulate sex. From the corner of my eye I glimpsed another appreciator of this aural erotica. His dark hair curled around his ears and fell into his even darker eyes. His t-shirt clung to his lower back from the heat as he moved. His old sneakers pounded the sticky floor while his hips and shoulders twisted in a dance that seemed almost sinful. I moved closer to him on the floor, watching through hooded eyes, but the music soon had me absorbed in a world of my own, almost forgetting about the handsome stranger.
A tempo change brought me back to reality. Looking up I met the gaze of the stranger I'd been watching before. I quickly looked away. "No, Siobhan," I scolded myself. That was exactly the type of attitude that had catered to my virginal predicament thus far. Gathering my courage I looked back at the man, meeting his eyes. Smoldering. My heart dropped in my chest. This would be the one.
The man nodded slightly at me as he came closer, reaching around my waist, pulling my hips towards him. We moved together, our sweat soaking through layers of clothing and mingling – trickling down between my breasts. His hands rested against the small of my back, my ass, my neck. I took in his smell - musty and masculine. Our movements became continually more carnal, his hands moving up the back of my shirt to rest on my skin and his face close to mine. I could feel his breath hot against my neck and his teeth at my ear as he whispered: "I want you, stranger." Our lips met ravenously. His tongue rubbed tantalizingly against mine as I wound my fingers in his hair and ground my hips against his thigh. He trapped my lip in his teeth as my hand found his cock, firm under his jeans. My breath caught in my throat. Enough of these preliminaries. I pulled him through the crowd towards the door – I lived around the corner from the club.
