Continuing my night, read the part 1 for context.

After chickening out, I came back to my table, heart pounding wondering if I had crossed a limit. After a couple of drinks, I calmed down. I wanted to try again.

Mouth dry, I went back back to the dance floor. The same guys are still dancing, seeing me come they surround me and start grinding. It’s too chaotic for people to really notice. My short dress lifts up, again exposing my bottom. This time both the guys are ready to take advantage. They start fondling my ass and try to reach for my pussy from behind. One guy then used his other hand to fondle my pussy from the front while the other continues to reach it from the back.

Both end up sticking their fingers inside, one from the front, other from the back. I didn’t chicken out this time. In the rhythmic chaos, I let the strangers finger me, partially in disbelief about what I am doing. Or in this case, getting done.

Continued in part 3.