The music was deafeningly loud; strobes flashed incessantly giving the otherwise dark room a surreal ambiance. My hips gyrated; my feet, clad in black stilettos, moved to an ethereal metallic 'techno' beat. My hands roamed oh so suggestively over my body and lingered as my finger tips cupped and caressed my breasts through a black leather top -- no more than a bra, really; not stitched, but riveted.
I could not help but notice young men all around the dance floor ignoring their dance partners and ogling my ultra tight black leather pants. Pants, which formed a deep crease between my ass cheeks then disappeared between my legs and reappeared in front; parting the lips of my cunt and leaving little to the imagination. Black body paint would scarcely have been more revealing.
Oh, and the sensations, as the leather worked against my clit while I danced, were sublime.
My waist length raven black hair danced its own dance over my bare shoulders and back as I moved over the dance floor. I had no dance partner; no boyfriend (or girlfriend). I was simply lost in the heady rhythm and sharp beat that wrapped around and caressed me as I moved with it; surrounded on the dance floor by scores of thrashing bodies.
Sweat glistened on my skin and trickled down my ample cleavage to disappear between my breasts. My face was deathly pale - by design; the exception being my eyes - made so by the liberal application of dark makeup. My lips were cherry red; wet and shinny from my tongue running sensually over them as I lost myself in the heady rhythm.
How long I danced I do not know. The music never seemed to stop; one song bled seamlessly into the next. But as all things must end, so ultimately did the music -- the DJ needed a break.
Ha! Why do DJs need a break? We do all the work on the dance floor; the DJ just stands there!
As dancers fled to their tables to rest and order drinks, I stood alone in the middle of the nearly empty floor trying to orient; bringing my head back from some ethereal realm suddenly shattered by the silence.
I looked around; unsure where to go. I walked to a table with an empty chair near the dance floor.
I sat and the two young couples sitting around the table turned toward me and stared. I did not know them; nor they, me. It was not my table -- I had no place of my own.
"Hi."
They answered -- in German, which I do not speak. The pretty blonde girl seated next to me said something that included a word which I did recognize; 'Gretchen.' I turned to Gretchen -- she was stunningly fresh and beautiful. I smiled at her and then leaned very close to her and spoke.
"Gretchen, I think I love you." I whispered to her just before my lips pressed against hers. I wrapped my arms around her and my tongue invaded her mouth. She did not resist.
Indeed, she moaned; her tongue reciprocated and danced a sensual pirouette with mine as we exchanged hot breath. Our bodies melted together; our breasts pressed together and we moved against each other with a sudden fervor.
I heard the young man across the table exclaim something in German. The other girl at the table spoke in a heavily accented English.
"Mein Gott, that is so fucking hot!"
My hands slipped under Gretchen's black t-shirt and I squeezed her pert nipples; she wore no bra. I pinched harder and she squealed in delight.
Our teeth were still bruising each other's lips when I reached brazenly under Gretchen's pleated mini skirt. Gratified, when she promptly spread her legs for me, my fingers slithered up her stocking clad thigh. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that she wore no panties as my fingers sank into the wet warm folds of Gretchen's hot cunt. Gretchen squirmed and yelped when my fingertips flicked over her swollen clit.
Our lips finally parted and I heard her release the most sensual loud sigh of passion and contentment. Her ass slid forward and her hips gyrated in her seat as my long slider fingers penetrated her; buried deep, caressed by the slippery warm recesses of her cunt.
She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed tight, and she whimpered as I brought her closer to climax. As my fingers fucked Gretchen, my thumb connected with her clit on each stroke. Finally, she shrieked so loud that every head near our table turned to see what the commotion was.
Realizing what she'd done, Gretchen slapped both hands over her mouth; though, she continued to emit guttural animalistic sounds of delight. I felt her legs quiver uncontrollably as her whole body shuddered. Her trembling slowly subsided as the intensity of her orgasm retreated.
I kissed Gretchen again; tenderly this time.
When our lips parted again she whispered, "Danke." She sounded completely out of breath.
"You're welcome." I replied. "Listen Gretchen, there's something here I think you would really enjoy."
She looked at me quizzically; apparently she understood as much English as I did German. Her girlfriend across the table said something to Gretchen in German; perhaps translating.
"Was?" Gretchen said in German; she looked at me quizzically. (Reader: "w" in German sounds like 'v' in English)
"Come on." I said as I rose from my chair.
While Gretchen looked to her girlfriend for another translation, I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her from her seat. Without waiting, I began to tow Gretchen behind me across the still empty dance floor.
"Wo sind wir?" She said; I was clueless.
"Don't worry, you're gonna love it." I replied; Gretchen was clueless.
