The drums pounded, keying flashing lasers and strobes. There were keyboards and electric strings almost too loud to hear. But over all, surrounding all, was the insistent beat of the drums. Shelley bumped and ground with the beat, flung elbows up and around. The man she danced with opened his mouth in a wide grin, and his gleaming grey eyes were fixed on Shelley's body as she strutted and bent to the music.
He was tall, well over six feet, with a hard, lean body and a tattoo on one bicep. His jeans showed tight buns and a hot bulge in front. He wore a mustache that looked too big on his narrow face, and his head was shaved.
He can dance
, thought Shelley.
And he wants me! Can I do this? Can I go through with it?
o-o-o-o-o.
Shelley and her husband Hal had talked about it for a long time. Inspired by an Erica Jong novel, Shelley began fantasizing about having sex with a man she had just met, without knowing anything about him, not even his name. Hal had fantasized about watching her with another man, seeing her body arch in orgasm with somebody else's cock spurting into her.
He had confessed to the fantasy one night when the wine had flowed freely; Shelley had responded with her fantasy, and by the time they quit talking their clothes were scattered around the living room. The sex was better than it had been in a long time —and it had always been good.
They had been to the club several times. The last time they came they pretended they didn't know each other, and Hal "picked her up." They had sex in the car before going home for more, and it was exciting, but it was only pretend and they both felt a little silly. At home in bed, Hal suggested that she pick up a real stranger next time. She was scared, but the idea turned her on. Hal was in her, stroking strongly, and when her climax neared she agreed. They climaxed together, and in the night she got up and masturbated to another orgasm, thinking of anonymous strangers.
She bought a dress. It was bright red, and very tight. She couldn't wear a bra with it, because it was backless, with a halter top that showed the sides of her breasts. The skirt was short and tight, but in a fit of bravery she shortened it even more. If she bent or sat down she would show everything. She looked like a slut in it, and she wondered if she'd have the nerve to wear it. Hal loved it. He didn't want her to wear panties, but that was going too far. "If I meet a guy I'll put them in my handbag," she said, "and let them hang out a little. That can be our signal."
They drove to the club with Hal's hand between her legs. How
can I do this? I can't just pick up some guy and fuck him in the parking lot! What if nobody wants me? I look like a whore: what if some guy offers me money? What if Hal gets jealous...?
But Hal's finger, moving on her clit through her panties, kept her aroused. And when she reached over, Hal's cock was hard.
Maybe it
will
work. Oh God wouldn't that be hot....
They parked in the back corner of the lot, just as they had planned.
"Honey are you sure...?"
I don't think I want to do this. Maybe he'll change his mind and I won't have to....
"Go on... It'll be so hot... geez you look so sexy...!
Reluctantly, Shelley got out of the car. "I'll give you five minutes and then I'll come in," said Hal. He watched her walk toward the club, ass swaying as she walked in her 4-inch heels, trying to pull her skirt down, and knew it was going to be the night of their lives.
Shelly sat at the bar, carefully crossing her legs, and looked around.
I'm doing this. I'm really doing it. I'm going to pick up some guy and fuck him!
There were a lot of guys trying to catch her eye, but nobody who really turned her on. Then a tall slim guy with a big mustache slid onto the stool next to her and the juices started to flow. "Hi," he said. "Tell me you don't have a jealous husband with big muscles." He grinned, and she grinned back at him, but she could feel herself trembling.
"No jealous husband," she answered. Hal was a little over six feet tall, with a nicely muscled body, but he wasn't a bit jealous. She hoped.
"Buy you a drink?" Shelley swallowed the rest of her wine and nodded. The guy looked good: kind of tough-looking, but that was the shaved head. Nice grey eyes. Good shoulders. He signaled the bartender and turned back to her.
"My name is—"
"I don't want to know. And you don't want to know mine. Ships in the night, know what I mean...?" She smiled, looking at him, and he licked his lips.
"Yeah," he said. His eyes went down her body. Very short, very tight red dress. Long smooth legs crossed, sandals with very high heels showing hot pink toenails. She was looking at him, too: Flat stomach under the white tee. Tight jeans with a bulge down one leg.
This could be it
, she thought, and her heart pumped. When he asked her to dance she only nodded, not trusting her voice.
On the floor they slipped into a rhythm with each other. It was as if their bodies were connected by the music, and now, after dancing with him, Shelley knew she really,
really
wanted him. She took a deep breath and unsnapped the strap of her halter to let the top fall and expose her breasts. Her heart was pounding with excitement: she had never been so brazen before. The man's eyes were fixed on her, and she cupped her breasts, offering them to him.
Jesus, I can't believe I did that!
But what a thrill! For both of them, it seemed. In the ringing silence after the music reached a pounding crescendo and stopped, she saw a bulge down the leg of his jeans. Shelley looked up at him and saw nothing but grey eyes. She trembled a little, but the decision was made, and when he said, "The next one will be a slow dance," she moved into his arms.
Hal is at the bar, watching as I dance with this guy. He saw me flash my boobs —and so did everybody else in here. Oh, God I am so hot!
The stranger's arms slid down to her waist while hers went around his neck. Her body melted into his and she savored the feeling of his body moving against her naked breasts. Their feet hardly moved as they swayed together and Shelley tilted her head back for his kiss. Their mouths opened, his tongue thrust, and she moaned into his mouth.
I'm gonna fuck him. I am going to fuck this guy. Tonight.
One of his hands cupped a breast. Her nipple hardened immediately and he tweaked it, making her gasp and hump her hips against him. She took one arm from around his neck and slid it between them. The hardness down his leg was bigger now and she moaned softly, rubbing it.
