It's a slow night at the club. I've spent the evening dancing on the sparsely-populated dance floor with this Sapphic succubus with big tits, a soft pouting mouth and hands that can't stay still. They've been cupping and massaging my ass during all the slow numbers, and brushing up against my tits during all the fast ones. I think once she got a quick nipple pinch in, but I couldn't be sure. The more she drinks, the more I'm touched. So I keep buying.
It gets later and later and she's teasing me more and more. She should be careful. Little girls with big tits shouldn't play with fire.
But during one particularly slow number, enough alcohol had been consumed where our mouths were devouring each other and, though we hadn't realized it, we'd simply stopped dancing and were kissing and tonguing on the dance floor as if we were in the privacy of my own living room. My tongue found her earlobe and for something different, I start licking it. It's then that I feel it: that hand between my legs, rubbing the denim of my jeans. So warm there, so wet under the clothing.
I take her earlobe between my teeth and nip. She gives a little yelp and smacks my ass playfully. I put my mouth right on her ear and say, "Let's go to the bathroom." Now her hands are squeezing my tits through my blouse, no longer just brushing but grappling them, the nipples rock-hard between her fingers. I pull back, licking my lips and her eyes are locked on them as I do.