The club was loud and dirty and crowded. Everyone was bumping into me and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. As bad as it sounds, something about it was enthralling. People were grabbing me and there were lots of couples in various stages of sex. I saw a girl bouncing up and down on some guy’s lap, and I started to get wet. My thin silky panties were quickly soaked and I was afraid someone would see the juices under my short blue skirt. Suddenly I felt a big hand beneath my legs. It roughly grabbed at my pussy, and I was struck dumb for a moment and couldn’t move. After a few rough strokes, the hand left and I turned around, trying to see who it was. There were too many people, it could have been any one if them.

Someone came up behind me and grabbed my waist, grinding his groin against my ass. His cock was hard and it made me wetter. I tried to turn around, but he wouldn’t let me and started rubbing my tits through my white tank top. He moved his hand down to my skirt and lifted it up. Yeah, it was the same hand; I could tell. He wasn’t as rough though, probably because he was now right next to me. He rubbed my clit and I started to breathe hard. Another guy dancing with a girl stared at me as he grinded against her. I felt so exposed and horny. I began to move my hips against the guy behind me, and he kissed my neck as my juices coated his hand. He turned me around and I got my first look at him. He was kind of gorgeous and had dark eyes and dark brown hair. His features were chiseled and his lips were gorgeous. He stared at me for a second, as if he had realized something, and then grabbed the back of my head and kissed me long and hard.