Music beats all around, the air thick with smoke and sweaty bodies as Chloe moved on the dance floor. Her hair clung to her like a second skin, heart beating in time with the music as she felt a body brush up behind her own. She glanced back over her shoulder, her hazel eyes landing on a handsome man behind her, his dark gaze meeting hers. He flashed her a smile, she gave him in one in return, all while pushing her body back towards his in invitation. One he took as his hand landed on her hip, his body moving with her own as they started dancing together on the dance floor.
His body pressed against hers, every movement pushing against the little dress she wore, guiding it higher up her thighs as she leaned against his chest, turning her head to press little kisses against his stubbled jaw. His hand slid against her, from her hip around to her taut stomach, pressing her more against him, making sure she could feel the way he was hardening beneath the slacks he was wearing. She welcomed the feeling, her hips pressing back, grinding against the tented fabric, relishing the way she excited him, the club itself working as an aphrodisiac as she let herself become lost in the moment.
When the song ended, he took her by the hand and started leading her off the dance floor. At first, Chloe expected him to take her towards the bar, to buy her a drink. Admittedly she was fully parched and would welcome the refreshment. But, instead he guided her passed the bar and into a narrow hallway that lead back towards the bathroom. The hall was still loud, the bass of the next sounds vibrated through the walls, but it was also more muted.
She gasped in surprised when the stranger stopped abruptly, turning and pinning her back against the wall. Her breasts heaved, heart feeling like it might pound right out of her chest, her voice more breathless than she intended, “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”
His hands held hers, moving them above her head, making her body stretch before him as his pressed in closer, his head dipping, breathing her in before kissing along the column of her throat, “Just finishing what we started out there.”
She knew she should protest, yet as his free hand roamed over her body and his lips pressed against her heated skin, the only sound she could manage was a moan. He must have heard it too because she could feel his smile against her, his movements getting bolder, more confident. His hand slide up, cupping her modest breast through her dress, squeezing it as she could feel her nipples hardening, straining against the fabric.
Her body starts to writhe more against him, his thigh pushing between her legs and against her core, feeling the way her hips grind almost automatically against them. He pulls his mouth away from her skin, looking at her, his gaze dark and smoldering, before he leans down and kisses her. Not soft, not gentle, but firm and demanding, her own lips parting, tongue greeting his as his fingers wrap around her protruding nipple, tugging at the nub there, making her moan against his lips.
His hand releases her wrists, trailing down the length of her arm and along her side as her own hands lower, resting on his shoulders, fingers sliding into the thick tresses of his hair. His other hand joining the first, reaching the hem of her dress, feeling the smooth skin of her thighs as he pulls back from her lips. Her own hands traveling down his broad chest, her own eyes clouding with need, knowing she is far passed the point of no return. Her fingers reach his belt, unclasping it as his calloused fingers pushing up the fabric of her dress.
She pops open the button of his pants, his thigh still pressed to her core, rubbing against the dampening fabric of her panties as she pulls his pants wider. Her head falls back against the wall behind her, his thigh slipping away, replaced by his hand as he pulls the thin fabric of her panties aside, feeling his touch against her just as her hand slides into his boxers, her other hand sliding back up along his chest.
He pushes a finger into her, a gasp leaving her lips, her fingers clinging to his shirt as he starts to move it in and out of her depths, her body responding, grinding back against him, squeezing down around that single digit as her own hand wraps around his solid shaft.
He pulls his finger from inside her, his hand gripping her thighs, drawing her legs up around his waist as she leans her body more against the wall behind her. Her hands push down the front of his pants before sliding up over his shoulders, wrapping around his neck as she feels his swollen tip at her entrance.
The little cry that comes from her is drowned out by the loud music of the club. His length driving into her, his pace steady, thrusts deep, as he starts to take her right there against the wall, neither of them concerned about anyone who might walk by at this point. His hips land hard against her, his shaft slick with the wetness he helped create as she leans back against the wall, moans coming from her lips.
Her breasts bounce in the confines of her dress, almost threatening to bounce over the top of it, yet somehow never does. Her fingers gripping at him as she holds on, her body pressed more against the wall with every hard thrust he gives her, her back sliding against the gritty surface, old posters and flyers moving behind her.
The man jolts Chloe’s body, his length sliding against her velvet grip, driving her pleasure as she lets it take her. Her breaths coming out in little pants, barely able to her his grunts in return over the sounds coming from the main part of the club. Even still, she can tell he is getting close, his movements becoming more erratic, her own pleasure growing.
His hands grip her hard as he buries himself into her one last time, just as she tenses and trembles in his arms. The warmth of his cum filling her as her body clenches and drains him fully. Both of them holding on to each other a moment, catching their breaths before he slowly releases his grip on her, her legs lowering, standing on her own once more.
Her hands tremble slightly, pulling her dress down, putting it back into place as the man buttons his pants and rebuckles his belt. He leans in, brushing his lips against hers, “Thank you” he whispers before turning from her, walking back out into the club.
She takes a moment, a smile forming on her lips as she exits the club and walks out into the night.