Erotica s*x Stories Collection

3. The Dance Floor Quickie

The music pounded and lights flashed. It was like any typical nightclub with music so loud that holding a conversation wasn’t exactly possible. In the midst of the throb and crash of bodies, conversation was the last thing on Anna’s mind.

Anna’s body was on her mind, and the body next to hers, and the one at her back. Everyone was so close. It was thrilling. Was that grab an accidental brush, or had it been a legit grope?

She raised and lowered her arms letting her hand brush and linger on the breast of one of the bodies that pressed in close. As she danced and moved, she grinded her hips against someone else’s ass.

She couldn’t make out the details of anyone’s face, and she knew that in the blue and green neon that gave light to the dance floor— illumination was definitely not the word for it, it was dark as pitch except for the neon— no one would be able to tell what color her hair was, or identify her.

The dance floor was anonymous and crowded.

When someone grabbed and pulled her ass against the hard bulge at their crotch, she leaned into it, rubbing against them. The tease of touch and grab was fun, but it lacked commitment, it lacked satisfaction. Anna wanted more than random playfulness, she wanted someone willing to go all the way. With her next dance move and twirl she pushed her panties down and then kicked them off, losing them among the feet of the dancers.

The next hand that teased up her thigh, or made a grab for her p***y, would discover she was here to play, seriously play.

She was pleased when the next body that drew in close shoved a hard-muscled thigh between her own. Her slick p***y slid over the other woman’s leg. Anna cupped a handful of breast and sucked on her tongue as they rocked together. The other woman’s panties were wet as they slid over her thigh.

They pumped and rubbed, p***y to thigh, dancer to dancer. The other dancer began rolling her hips at a frantic speed, going faster and faster. All sense of beat and moving to the music gone.

Her dance partner shuddered and pressed her p***y hard against Anna’s thigh.

Well, that was nice, she got off at least. Anna moaned in disappointment as the nameless body drifted away from her before it was her turn. She was just getting started. She kept dancing, squirming between tightly packed dancers. Searching for hands to randomly touch her, randomly reaching out and touching others.

It didn’t take long before someone was pushing their erection against her. That was exactly what she wanted. She twirled until she could get her hands on the zipper blocking her access to the c**k.

The guy’s hands stopped her.

“What are you doing?” he yelled in her ear.

“Taking you up on your offer,” she yelled back just as she slipped her hand into the heat of his pants. His c**k pulsed in her hand. She pumped him a few times before stepping in close and lifting her knee to his hips. It only took a bit of adjusting bodies before she positioned herself, guiding his c**k into her.

Fucking on the dance floor wasn’t as smooth as Anna had hoped. But damn if this thick c**k in her wasn’t filling a need.

The guy grabbed her ass and lifted her, so she wrapped both legs around him. He pumped into her until he exploded in hot c*m, filling her. He put her down and she danced away, enjoying the feel of his jizz causing a slippery mess between her thighs.

The music continued with a pulsing rhythm, one that throbbed through Anna’s body. She needed someone to match that pace and make her feel something. So far she’d had a little fun. Little. Both mystery fuckers got what they needed from her. They found their quickies and got their dancing rocks off. Anna felt like she was nothing but a rock in need.

The next time someone got handsy with her, she let them go for as long and as far as they wanted. They reached around and massaged and palmed her breasts. Anna lifted her chest into their hands, letting them feel how hard and peaked her n*****s were. She lets her hands and arms sway with the music, not touching and not getting in the way. She offered herself up for fondling. Whatever the dancers around her saw or felt it seemed like she had made the right choice. There were more hands on her body, she could no longer identify who near her was touching her. There were hands grabbing at her ass, moving her short skirt around, and getting handfuls of her pert cheeks. Hands ran over her ribs and torso, and More hands were on her boobs, squeezing her, pinching her n*****s.

She gyrated slowly, turning and dancing under the attention of all of the hands on her body. She let it go on for as long as anyone wanted to touch her until one of those hands skimmed over her skin and up under her skirt and into the wet folds of her needy p***y.

Anna stopped dancing and wrapped herself around the owner of that hand. She rocked her hips with the music as fingers fumbled around in her p***y. They found and lost, and found her c**t again.

It shouldn’t be that hard. She grabbed their wrist and held the hand still while she slid over the fingers, positioning them exactly where she wanted them.

The lack of finesse was not doing her any good. Anna pushed the hand away from her and let go of the wrist. She didn’t want to waste her time training some unknown neophyte who didn’t know how to finger f**k.

The night was still young, and Anna was probably hornier now that she’d had a few nibbles here and there. Her p***y throbbed with lustful desire. She wanted to feel weak and limp, and wasted from use. If dancing was the best she was going to get, then she was at least going to dance until she couldn’t move. Too bad she risked getting trampled if she sank to her knees in the middle of the dance floor to suck some c**k off.

She thought a quickie on the dance floor would have been easier to achieve. She was so f*****g horny the right touch should have tipped her over the edge of the big O. hell, at this point she’d take a little O. She just needed that eyeball rolling, teeth clenching, release of everything. She didn’t need a squirter, of course that would be nice, but at this stage of her night, she didn’t think that was going to happen.

The music kept going. It was a continuous audile onslaught of pulses and crescendos. There were words from time to time, and the melody changed. Not that Anna paid any attention. She kept dancing, spinning, and jumping. Her hands were in the air like she didn’t care. Maybe her luck would change if she stopped focussing on getting some anonymous f**k.

She twerked her ass against anyone who came close. She pressed against hands that touched her. It went on and on and on. But no one seemed to realize she was out there, with no panties, no cares, and no questions. She was a f**k waiting to happen.

Finally letting herself get lost in the music, Anna was just moving. If nothing happened tonight, then she had battery operated assistance at home. Either way she would get off. She just enjoyed flesh and motivation over silicone and batteries.

Someone pressed in against her ass as she twerked. Fine, whatever. She felt their fingers grab into the skin of her ass under her skirt, and the rough sensation of jeans against her naked skin. She was going to leave a wet spot on them, she didn’t care. One of their hands gripped her thigh and stilled her motion for a moment. That’s when the heat hit her, the feel of the jeans was replaced by skin and c**k.

Smiling, Anna lifted her hips back as the c**k pressed into her depths.

The hand that held her thigh slid over and found her p***y, their other arm wrapped around her like a belt. These fingers knew what they were doing. They slid around her c**t, never losing it, working it. Pressure built in Anna’s core. The kind of pressure she had been seeking all night. The c**k drove into her as the fingers rubbed in circles over her c**t. Her p***y reacted with throbs and pulses. Anna shuddered before she lost her ability to rock and f**k back.

She whimpered and clutched at the arm that held her tight. When the orgasm hit, it hit hard. She felt herself squirt, adding to the wet mess that the c**k made as it blew jizz into her. She could barely stagger to the edge of the dance floor when the guy who had just rocked her world left her dancing all alone. This had been a good night, she wasn’t going to need that battery operated assist after all.