You'd been out with your girlfriends that night. You didn't get to see them as often as you used to, so when you got together and went out everyone wanted to make the time together as fun and exciting as possible. There was an air of anxiety about experiencing everything you could before the night was over, because no one knew when you'd get to go out like this again.
You couldn't remember the last time you went out drinking and dancing with your girlfriends. You could remember that you used to do this sort of thing, but everyone's lives got so busy, with their husbands and their careers, that there just wasn't much time to party anymore. Price of growing up. But when they had called you and invited you to girl's night you had asked me if I could watch the kids that night and then made the plans to go out with them.
You were so excited to be able to go out that spent a lot of time that day getting ready. You spent an hour doing your hair to get it just right, then your makeup, and then you picked out a sexy black set of matching bra and panties. Having sexy underwear on always made you feel more confident and you wanted to feel great about everything tonight. You wanted to put on something to go dancing in, and you looked through your closet for just the right outfit. You weren't finding anything "fun" until you came across a short black dress you hadn't worn in years. You felt like it was too inappropriate for a mom and a businesswoman, so it had slowly been forgotten in the back of the closet. But it was the closest thing you had to the kinds of clothes you wore when you were younger and would go out to bars, so you grabbed it and pulled it on over your bra and panties. You found a black pair of heels with straps that went up your ankles and calves and sat down on the edge of the bed to put those on too.
You stood up and looked at yourself in the full length mirror in our bedroom and caught your breath a little at your reflection. You hadn't seen yourself like this in years. Hair styled in loose curls that fell down around your face and framed it perfectly. Your makeup was sexier than you usually wore for going out for groceries, and the bright red lipstick drew attention to your mouth. "I look like I'm going on a hot date" you giggled to yourself internally, before spinning around to see how your ass looked in the dress. "A really hot date" you amended in your head.
When you met them at the bar all your friends were similarly made up and you had no difficulty getting the bartenders attention and grabbing your drinks before settling down at a table near the dance floor. You wanted to catch up and have a few drinks first, but the sight of all those people dancing nearby was enticing and it wasn't long before girls were getting up from the table to go out onto the floor. One of them grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the table to go dance with her and you didn't resist as she dragged you into the crowd.
The alcohol was already starting to have an effect on you and you felt light and warm as you began to sway in time with the music. The sound that echoed across the floor was as intoxicating as the liquor, and you began to lose focus as you fell more and more into a rhythm with the rest of the people on the dance floor. It was a busy night and the crowd was packed together. As you danced with your friend you would feel other bodies bump into you and press against you as other dancers made their way across the floor. It didn't bother you, you began to feel like you were just part of the dance with everyone else, and as you let yourself go into the music you ran your hands up and down your body across the fabric of your short black dress and wiggled your hips and shoulders in time with the beat.
The heat of the crowd and the energy of the dancing made a slight sheen of sweat appear on your skin, and that added another sensual aspect to the experience, as the air in the room would move across your arms and legs and you felt the caress of cool air each time the door to the club would open to let another hot body into the room.
Your friend was dancing with you and she watched you run your hands down the sides of your body and up your stomach and across your chest. "That's so hot" she thought as she watched you lost in your own world, gyrating and feeling yourself and moving to the sounds of the booming house music that filled the room. She began to run her hands across her own breasts and down the outside of her thighs as she danced closer and closer to you, the feeling of her hands on her breasts and legs exciting her and making her want to press against you so she could feel the sensation over more of her body.
Your eyes were closed as you rocked back and forth in time with the music, and you felt her body press against yours. She was facing away from you, pressing herself back into your breasts and body, and without hesitation your hands moved from running over your own body to running up and down hers. It was a different sensation, but a familiar one, as your hands flowed over the contours of her stomach and up to glide over her firm breasts to her neck, before going back down again to caress her thighs. You pulled her back into you and the two of you moved as one, swaying and grinding against each other as she reached behind herself to hold you and pull you in even tighter. You were both sweating now, and you had completely lost track of time and place as you moved deeper and deeper into the sensuality of the moment.