I watched her nervously get dressed. She slipped on the white g-string with the black spade on it, the one that said "black cock slut" on the crotch. She was avoiding eye contact with me a little, running around the bedroom with her tits out and sipping her cocktail here and there. We always got so shy with each other when we were about to indulge in our kinkier side. She came out of the closet with one of the thin tight black minidresses I got her for one of these nights. She was pulling it down around her body. We had been waiting for the ability to go back out again for nearly a year now. Though clubs were not as full as they were before the virus, we couldn't wait. The vaccine roll-out was around a month and a half in across the country and we were lucky to get an early appointment for it. The majority of the city was still waiting.
We poured ourselves two shots each and downed them before heading outside to the Uber. I could tell she was already a little drunk, and I knew she was already really horny and eager from all the foreplay earlier; her pussy had been gushing from messaging black guys online and it was still wet enough to make the crotch of her thong damp to my touch just before we left the apartment. When in the backseat of the car I told her to lean back and spread her legs a little, enough so that it looked distracted but still gave the driver a peek far enough up her legs to see the white underneath her black dress. I knew in that state I could get her to do anything. She leaned back and looked at me. Her legs slowly spread and her mouth slackened like it always does when she gets excited. My cock stiffened. I watched the Uber driver but he didn't catch on. I ran my fingers up her thigh lightly and pulled her knee toward me, opening her legs some more. Her dress started to ride up and the white of her thong, along with "black cock slut", was plainly visible from my angle. The driver only had to look. She closed her eyes. My cock pressed against my jeans. Her hand reached for it and slowly rubbed the outline. The Uber driver didn't notice.
We arrived at the club and reality hit us a little. All of a sudden we were in line with strangers which dampened the fantasy a little. There were some big black guys toward the front of the line, a group of friends, that I pointed her toward. She looked and grinned. The fantasy built again. My cock stiffened. I watched her dark ponytail rest on her back. She was fixed on the group of black guys, and I watched her watch them. The dress looked good on her. I bought it in a horny moment, for a night just like tonight. She had no other club dresses like this one. Her ass filled it out and the soft material allowed her nipples to poke through easily. She fantasized when I bought it that it would make it easy to feel a guys cock grind into her on the dance floor. I thought of that again, and my cock stiffened. The black colour looked good on her pale skin, yellow in the street light. She was stumbling a little in her heels as we moved forward in line. Her ass bounced with every stumble, and with every step.
The bouncer checked our IDs and we entered the club. We went straight to the bar and I got a cocktail. She got three. Every bit of liquid courage counted for our first time trying this fantasy in reality. We went to a stand-up table on the edge of the dance floor to orient ourselves. We forgot about the fantasy for a while and just chatted, relaxing the nerves and liquoring up. It was nice to be out again. The club was more populated than we thought it would be.
Toward the end of her third drink she started to sway and close her eyes to the music. I gave her ass a little spank and she grinned. She leaned in to shout above the music.
"I'm so wet."
