I’m not one to go clubbing, the loud environment and squished sweaty strangers aren’t really my vibe and I hardly ever find a place that plays music I like (near my place anyways). But last week I went clubbing in a great city with the hottest man I’ve ever met and it was an amazing experience.

He wanted me to be a bit slutty for him… a request I usually wouldn’t fulfill because the only person I’d be a slut for is a committed partner. But a bit slutty… I could do that. For him.

I got a new mini skirt with a tiny slit, bought matching back stockings and paired it with a black top with cutouts. Hair open and wild the way he likes it, lips tinted, black eyeliner. To sum up, I was hot and slutty. The lace of the stockings peeked out through the slit in the skirt and for his eyes only I wore a lacy thong and no bra, my head nipples poking through the fabric. I told him to wait for me on the couch, eyes closed.

What a fucking sight he was. Hair done, beard perfect, he wore a black button down with the sleeves rolled up and dark jeans. I wanted to jump him right then and there… but gingerly, I walked over in front of him and told him to open his eyes. God, that look on his face. Surprise, then admiration, he was amazed and delighted and then his face shifted to his hungry and horny expression. It was a matter of milliseconds, the way all the emotions washed over him. I loved it. I already felt sexy as fuck but seeing him react like that made me feel like the most desired person on earth.

I turned and showed him every angle, the way my butt peeks out when I bend over and how the stockings hug my legs. He lost his mind. And part of me turned into a giggly mess by how I made him feel… I was proud of myself. He didn’t expect this. I was so happy and satisfied with the moment. Then I straddled his lap and kissed him, his hands on my body and feeling the stockings and the way he moaned and groaned was music to my ears. The sexiest man alive all hot and bothered for me, almost not even wanting to go out anymore. What a rush…

We went to the place and the first hour was awful, it was like a house party and we sipped our drinks. I felt uncomfortably overdressed and underdressed at the same time, self conscious because I didn’t wear any shorts under my skirt the way I usually do when I wear skirts and I was desperately searching for good vibes. But then the place filled and people danced and the alcohol kicked and fucking hell did we have a fabulous time.

Our hips pressed together and our hands played with each other, we vibed and danced to the beat in perfect synchrony as our bodies pushed and pulled back. He turned me around and I ground on him, my hands up or around his neck and his breath in my ear as I moved my ass against his crotch. He turned me around again and we danced so close, a kiss and touches and he grabbed my hips as we matched each others vibe like no one else. He opened another button of his shirt and I could feel the heat flowing between my legs because of how fucking hot he looked. We had the perfect amount of alcohol, loosening up but not drunk, just moving and rubbing and twirling and pulling together like magnets. We forgot about everything else.

His head tipped back as he watched me and he groaned how much he loves the way I move my body. Fuck, he looked hot. Smoking hot. I couldn’t stop touching him even when we went to the bar to get him another drink. He smelled to good and he felt fantastic, his shirt hugged his body perfectly and those jeans looked so fucking good on him. We danced again and his hands sneaked under my skirt, grabbing me and rubbing me and he pushed my hand to his crotch. Hard as steel. I pressed my hand into his groin and rubbed him to the beat as we danced and he moaned into my ear. It was perfect. My hands slid over his exposed forearms and I melted into his body. The music, him, me, our little corner on the dance floor. He only had eyes for me and I only had eyes for him.

“Are you coming home with me later..?” I wanted to flirt. I wanted the verbal confirmation that I’m taking home the hottest man in the room. I wanted to make him feel desired as much as he made me feel wanted. He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows before he confirmed. And I loved that playful interaction. How silly he can be with me but how flirty we always are.

I put my hair up into a ponytail, the heat rushing through my body, and we kept dancing against each other. He cupped my neck and my waist as my hands danced on his shoulders or around his hips and I moved circled against him with fun and passion and not a care in the world. The moment I really let myself loose. And he felt it, the switch in me. The way I might have needed this to get even closer with him. And he lived every second just as much as I did. I loved watching him move and dance. The way he pulled me in and turned me. The way his eyes closed and he bit his lip in pleasure and excitement. The way he enjoyed himself and me. The way his head tipped back and exposed his neck. The way his shirt strained over his shoulders at certain movements. The way he threw his hands up when he loved the music and how they came down around me. The way he kept feeling up my legs and kissed me. The way he made sure I was comfortable.

We wanted a break and sat down in another room, I plopped myself on his lap. His hand instantly came up to caress my thighs as I laid an arm around his neck. And just that scene felt like a movie, a romance novel, spicy hot and steaming great. Let me set the scene for you… The handsome bachelor sitting on a little couch in black jeans, black button down, dark hair styled and trimmed beard with big brown eyes roaming over his girl. She sits on top of him, both legs splayed over his covered in black stockings with lace, a black mini skirt that rode up as she sat down and a black crop top with cutouts over her shoulder and her side. Her delicate fingers caress his shoulders as she kisses him passionately, their tongues dancing together just like their bodies did minutes ago. And his strong veiny hand naturally starts caressing her thighs, slipping between, stroking up and down over the smooth fabric of her socks. Their perfumes mingle and they share some water before he pulls her in with his other arm wrapped around her waist to give her another long kiss. “Do you want to leave?”

Eventually we went home only to continue dancing and swaying a little bit, stripping me bare but the stockings before we fucked passionately and he made me cum dozens of times. I made him cum so hard he almost passed out, I turned off the lights and slipped into bed with him. Fuck how good it felt to be with him… everything about that night was perfect and spectacular. And that was just day one of a perfect week.