It had been nearly four months since I last got laid. At twenty-three, I had no desire for a serious relationship and settled instead for casual flings and friends with benefits. The downside is, while it had been four months since I had last slept with my latest fling, I had not properly been fucked in over a year.
I found myself becoming desperate for it. At work, I daydreamed about being called into my boss’s office and reprimanded which then ended with me pinned up against the wall and getting my unused pussy pounded. The thought of returning to my desk and finishing work with my thong soaked in cum often made me retire to the bathroom and play with myself. I was very sexually frustrated.
I became more daring as time went on and after a while, I stopped wearing underwear to work entirely. A few times, I turned around while walking through the office to see numerous eyes fixed upon my clearly defined ass displayed in my increasingly tight work dresses, and on casual Fridays, I sometimes let my nipples show through my tops wearing no bra to hide them. I was used to guys staring at my boobs given that I had been fortunate to have D cups since my late teens, however, now I was leaving very little to the imagination.
My frustration grew day by day; I knew guys wanted me but not one of them asked me out on a date. Eventually, I decided that I was going to join a few friends in town on a night out and, with the assistance of a few tequilas, find someone to give me what I needed.
On a Friday night, I joined my friends at their house for some drinks before we headed off into town. I had decided to wear one of my more provocative dresses; pure black and strapless, zipped up at the back starting just above my breasts and ending halfway down my thighs where it ended loose and frilly - destined to bare all with the slightest breeze. Underneath, I wore a red thong; I had thought to wear the matching bra but opted instead to go braless. My outfit was rounded off with five-inch open-toed heels with small thin straps across the top. I also had straightened my long blonde hair which came to a few inches above the top of my dress and I sported a deep red lipstick; looking in the mirror with a martini in hand I had high hopes for the night ahead.
At about ten and suitably tipsy, we called a cab to take us into town. We headed straight to a club and, given my skimpy outfit, headed inside without needing to be frisked.
We walked down a corridor ending with the entrance to a large circular room with the main dance floor. People were dancing in the middle with various groups packed together around the outside. Already, it was busy. At the back of the room was the bar where we headed immediately and ordered a round of shots. The music was so loud I couldn’t hear my friends talk, so after an extra shot, I headed into the middle of the floor to dance.
I had only been dancing for a minute when saw him. He was very tall and broad with his muscles barely contained in a crisp black shirt. He had a trimmed beard and dark hair swept back on top. I unashamedly checked him out as I danced and, matching my gaze, he made his way over to me. I turned into him and he positioned himself behind me; I felt my dress lightly rubbing up against something hard in his jeans as I pushed into him.
We danced for a while and I moved closer to him. I continued to grind my ass into his crotch, lightly at first and then with little subtlety as I felt his cock throb inside his jeans. It was a game that caused a build-up of nerves in my stomach but overwhelming my desire for him. I turned around and put one of my hands on his massive chest. He must have known what I was thinking as he put one hand around the back of my neck and we engaged in a dance of our lips in the middle of the floor. My hands wandered around his body and I felt him do the same. A fire rose in my chest. I wanted him.
He pulled away and motioned to follow him. I held his hand as we moved out of the dance floor and away to the side of the toilet area. I passed my friends on the way who had been watching my encounter. They threw giggles my way all with nods of approval. I didn’t care that anyone who saw me knew what was about to happen and I am sure my face glowed with excitement as we entered the toilets.
He guided me to the cubicles at the end of the room and, confusingly, put me in the end, and told me to lock the door. I did so but my partner had not followed.