People are always asking me whether any of the stories I write on here are true, so for a change I thought Iโd post a story for you that was based on reality rather than fantasy. It all started when I went to this club in London with a few friends where they had this really good funk, disco and eighties music night. Anyway, I was wearing this really cute little short red dress with a pair of fishnet stockings and my favorite black knee length boots. We were all having a crazy time getting drunk and dancing like there was no tomorrow. I was just chatting with one of my friends when suddenly this tall, dark haired, olive skinned, Spanish girl grabs hold of my hand and pulls me up onto the dance floor. She was gorgeous, tall, slim, but curvy with soft brown eyes and glowing bronzed skin.
She held my hand, dancing really close to me, and I was slightly shocked as she thrust her leg between mine, inviting me to rub myself against her as we danced. Well, I donโt need to be invited twice (well, not after a few Long Island Iced Teas) and soon one of my hands was on her ass and the other around her neck as I started to grind myself against her.
She pulled me close and kissed me ever so tenderly with her full, soft lips. Immediately I felt my pussy getting kind of twitchy. I was so turned on dancing so close to this sexy Spanish beauty, that I knew that I needed her right now. I felt her breasts pressing against me, her nipples hard through her lacy shirt. She was dancing so sexily; every touch was sending shivers down my spine and through my pussy.
I continued to rub myself against her, feeling my pussy getting hotter and moister by the second. I had completely forgotten about my friends for now, lost in the feelings of excitement coursing through me. She leaned over to kiss me again and this time I decided to make the most of it. I put my hands on her soft face and kissed her right back. I kissed her tenderly at first, but soon I was letting my mouth open a little and slipping my tongue into her willing mouth. Our tongues met, as I felt her hand start to stroke my breast. It felt so good that my nipples stiffened instantly to her touch.
I knew that at this point we must have a bit of an audience but I really didn't care. Instinctively I reached down and put my hand between her legs and started to stroke her pussy through her tight jeans - she moaned into my mouth and I felt myself getting wetter as she did so. She continued to stroke my breasts and ass as we kissed passionately.
Suddenly she broke off the kiss and whispered that she needed to go use the toilet. I was distraught, but my mood quickly picked up when she grabbed me and told me to come with. We burst into the toilets giggling, my heart pounding with excitement. She quickly dragged me into a cubicle and before I knew it we were kissing passionately again.
This time we were both more bold. I started to kiss her hard, our tongues exploring each otherโs mouths; I unbuttoned her shirt a little so that I could plant warm delicate kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. Her skin was so soft and warm and inviting that I wanted to bite her, so I did, gently. I felt her hand slip between my thighs stroking the exposed flesh between my stocking tops and my now soaking panties. She was getting higher and higher up my thigh and I felt my pussy quivering, and as her hands reached my panties I thought that I would cum right there and then.