The art of living_(0)

. I loved dancing, I don’t know if I’m a good dancer or not, I have got rhythm but when I have a drink I dance like I’m on my own and couldn’t care less what other people think. A few blokes would surround us and dance, and depending on how drunk or how attractive they were we would dance with them. All of a sudden a muscled up black guy came up behind me and started gyrating behind me. Donna had also pulled so I turned round and started dirty dancing with this guy, I couldn’t remember his name, I don’t know if he told me or not but I couldn’t remember the morning after. I always made sure that I wasn’t leaving one of the girls on their own. There were only four of us out that night and there’s nothing worse then dancing on your own when all your mates have pulled! He was trying to say something to me, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying, partly because he had a strong accent, and partly because we were standing right next to the speakers. Big (as we shall call him cos as aforementioned I have no idea what his name is!) was running his hands up and down my back, each time going a little lower. Soon he had his hands cupped round my arse, pressing my groin to his leg. I could feel his cock through his jeans, and he was big! Donna grabbed my arm to get another drink; Big passed me a £20 to get them and one for him too. I felt in over my head! I had no idea how old he was, he was a complete stranger! I’d danced with him for 10 minutes and I already had an idea how big his cock was. Donna asked me if I was ok, and I nodded. I’m normally pretty good at judging people and I didn’t feel uneasy round him, if anything those big strong arms made me feel safe.