Our body's softly swaying back and forth while the music drowned out everything else around us. We were in the far corner of the club, almost out of sight of prying eyes-- our own island of paradise. I have to admit, knowing that others could see if they wanted was exhilarating.
My face was so close to his, our lips almost touching; it was as if we were breathing into each other. Every time our eyes locked, I could feel my body tingle with excitement and anticipation. I could tell he was feeling the same-- his hands firmly attached to my hips, feeling my soft skin and pulling my closer against him.
I never kissed him, though the desire to was building up inside me so violently. I just breathed into his mouth-- the bass vibrating under our feet was the perfect rhythm to grind against each other to.
I knew how wet I was. I could feel it and even though he couldn't, he knew too. I wasn't the only one aroused either. I could definitely feel his cock hard against my hip. It wasn't long before I could feel his hands start to wander-- slowly, softly yet firm and passionate. The slid up my hips, my sides, to my breasts; I could feel his thumbs graze over my nipples through my thin top. I moaned ever so softly into his mouth. My body pressed harder against his. He ran his hands back down my sides, down my hips and over my ass-- forcefully pulling me harder into him. I could feel his cock twitch under his jeans. He pulled at my skirt, he was nervous about the possible audience we may have. He wasn't nervous long as I ran my hand down his chest and stomach to his cock-- grabbing strongly. His head tipped back just for a moment and I knew I had him.
Suddenly his hand was up my skirt. He tugged my panties aside and slid a finger in between my wet lips. He smiled and god I loved that smile. I tightened my grip on his cock. He retaliated by pushing a finger inside me. The moan that escaped my lips was not soft this time. My pussy had been aching for something inside it and his finger was satisfying that need.
Our lips still never touched, we just stood there, breathing into each other, pretending to dance while we touched each other.
He was good. I've been fingered by a lot of men but he was one of the best. He knew the spots, he had the touch.
His thumb circled my clit and his finger slowly slid in and out of me. He had me so wet, so ready. We locked eyes again and my body tingled, he was gonna make me cum.
His cock was so hard. I almost felt bad letting him finger me and not giving much in return but then again, I didn't.
In the back of my mind, I kept thinking "what if people were watching us?" It had me so riled up.
I could feel myself getting close, my hand gripping his cock so hard through those sexy blue jeans. His breathing was rapid. He was loving it. I tried so hard to hold back my moans but it was impossible. I thank god for that loud music. No one could hear a thing, no one but him and me. I was there. My knees weak, my body shook. I fell against him, shaking from that good finger fuck. I could barely breathe. My god it was so good.
He slipped his fingers out of my pussy, put them to my lips and I licked them off. He was smiling again and I wasn't done with him.
He slapped my ass as we made our way to the club bathroom.
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