This is a situation that happened to me a few years ago. It's kinda rough around the edges, and maybe it doesn't feel like a real story with a beginning, middle and end, but... that's because it was real. Hope you enjoy reading about it!

I'd never been to a nightclub before that night. Bars, sure, even places with dancing, but nothing quite like this. Music so loud you felt, more than heard it. The lights were dark except for vibrant, strobing lasers and rotating spotlights, making the dancers appear and disappear in still frames, drenched in primary colors. Periodically, gusts of vapor sprayed down from the ceiling, highlighting the beams of light flashing above people's heads.

I spotted her and her crew on the dance floor, outlined by the flashing lights.

She was a head shorter than me, and petite. Blonde, with a pixie cut. I never got her name, but I did learn it was her birthday that day. She was wearing a sheer t-shirt and a pair of white denim shorts, both tight enough to show off her figure.

It didn't take long before the two of us peeled away from our respective groups, still dancing. The music made talking nearly impossible, so we had to press our heads together just to understand a single word. Even shouting, only snippets of conversation made it through.

"...can't believe..."

"...same club..."

"...place is insane..."

Talking gave us an excuse to move our bodies closer and closer, but it was clear we didn't need one.

"...gonna make out?"

Was all I caught, but it was all either of us needed. I pressed my lips against hers, awkwardly at first, since we were both still rubbing against each other in time with the music, but soon enough we took hold of each other's heads, and only broke away from each other to breath.

This whole time I'd been rocking my leg back and forth against her crotch, my mind flashing back to the couple I'd seen when I first arrived. I started rocking back and forth harder, pushing her hips down into my leg. When I started moving my leg into her along with the beat, she started holding on to me tighter, her eyes widening.

She turned around on me again, but this time I held on to her, my right hand across her chest, the other on her thigh. Letting my right hand grab hold of her tits, my left slid down between her legs, and I could feel her body press against my hand, practically involuntarily. Both our bodies were working in time, her humping and grinding my hand through her shorts. I felt around with my fingers, searching for the right place, but it was quickly obvious all I had to do was keep my hand still, and she could do the work.

She shuddered. Even over the music and crowds, I could hear her half mutter, half-gasp "Oh my god, oh my god," as her hands clenched against my clothes, pulling me closer.

She was still pressing her pussy against my hand. Drawing my fingers up, I skirted the waist of her pants, and she moaned. Sliding my hand down I could feel the shape of her pussy through her panties, her clit a tiny stiff bulge. She was shaven, or at least trimmed very closely. And soaking wet.

She gasped, and a shudder went over both of us.

The drinks, the dehydration, the crowds caught up to me all at once.

Her too, by the looks of it. Or at least, something did. She pressed her head against mine one more time.

"...need to...some water..."

And disappeared into the crowd of dancers.

I saw her again, of course. We met back up with the rest of her friends and danced a little longer (actually dancing this time) but the both of us were clearly exhausted. It was almost 3am at that point. At one point, I went to get some water of my own, and spotted them walking out an exit.

If it feels a bit anti-climactic (no pun intended) that's... just because that's how it happened. I don't expect I'll ever run into her again, but it happened once, so who knows?