It was Saturday night and I and the girls went to a rave. We were at this club, mostly darkwith the music pounding. It was crowded without being too crowded.

I was wearing white sneakers and a little black dress , with enough to show to let imaginations playI was having fun drinking and dancing and doing plenty of both! For me, dancing is very sensuous. Your body just moving, feeling the music, the rhythm pounding through you. In clubs like this, where there are people all around you, and it’s hot and a little sweaty, that feeling is only amplified. You can feelthe people close to you, and sometimes feel them touching you. I could look around at anygiven point and see so many of the guys checking me out, their desire plain on their faces. Talk about the perfect recipe to get me riled up!

Out on the floor again, late in the night, I’d had fun teasing a lot of boys, but no one had reallycaught my interest yet. Then this guy made his way up to me and started dancing. He was pretty cute, with very short, black hair and blue eyes. He wore simple slacks and was shirtless. He seemed fit, but not ripped.

His face looked at me with a bit of a question, and when I didn’t turn away, he smiled and moved closer. I was happy enough to play a little with him, so I moved pretty much right up tohim. He placed his hands on my hips as I swayed to the music. His eyes roamed up and downmy body. I turned my back to him, careful to not let him think there was a lack of interest. His hands stayed on my hips. I softly rubbed my ass against him as my hands went above my head.My head leaned back to rest on his shoulder as my hands lowered, caressing my body as they went down.

We danced for a while, and things had definitely taken on a dirtier vibe. I was grinding my assagainst his crotch, feeling him getting harder. His hands were on my hips, and mine were overhis. I slid his hands up my side and around to my breasts. I left them there as my hands keptgoing up over my head. He squeezed my tits as I reached behind my hand over my shoulder to pull his head to my neck. He kissed and sucked as his hands began to roam.

He spun me around, grabbed me around my waist, and pulled me against him. His leg pressedbetween mine. I let myself rub against his leg as his hand grabbed my ass, then slid down myleg. It slid to the inside of my leg and slid back up to the edge of my dress. He stopped there,and gave me a look as if asking for permission to continue. I kissed his lips full-on, biting hislower lip. His hand moved up under the front of my skirt. His fingers slid along my panties,pressing them gently into my wetness. Then he slid a finger under them and along my pussy. He removed his hand and licked his finger clean. “Very nice,” he said. Then he leaned close to my ear, as close to whispering as he could manage in this place. “Let me take you home.”

“No.” I shook my head. “You can’t take me home.” My fingers glided along the bulge in hispants. “But you can take me.”