I entered the club, not planning to stay long. Clubbing wasn’t one of my favorite activities. While I loved dancing, dancing in a club so crowded with people wasn’t my thing. Angela kept after me and I finally gave in. She did say there was something I needed to see. She kept dropping hints, but wouldn’t give me much of a clue. So I finally gave in and joined her and some of her friends at this club.
It was a pretty nice place, décor-wise. But it really was packed and the music was so loud you could barely hear yourself think. I found her at a small table with some other ladies I knew. Angie was sipping some sickly looking pink thing and she jumped up when she spotted me.
“Lis! You came.”
As I hugged her I replied, “I said I would, didn’t I?”
She snickered and dragged me to her table. “You know Chris, Barbara, and Cella?”
I made my hellos and snagged a waitress and ordered a round of whatever everyone was drinking and two glasses of wine for me. Something told me I was going to need it before the night was up. The DJ started playing one of my favorite songs and I was having trouble keeping my ass in the chair. The only thing stopping me was the rave-like atmosphere. I was torn between joining the crowd or heading for the door when I saw her. There was a slight opening in the throng of people when a flash of a bright white struck me. I wanted another look and the only way to do that was to join the dancers.
Slipping into the crowd was almost like getting a shot of adrenaline. The crowd was packed in, pretty much body to body. I lost sight of the flash of white as I felt hands touching me from every direction. A cute little brunette grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper. She put her hands on my hips and we started dancing while everyone around us was doing the same. The hands that touched me weren’t intrusive, just soft touches and strokes. Very non-threatening and actually kind of relaxing. Definitely different from how crowded a dance club usually felt.
The brunette kissed me, teasing my lips with her tongue as I felt someone else press their breasts to my back briefly. Then she disappeared to be replaced by a taller brunette who also kissed me before disappearing. If I didn’t know the club and the fact the crowd had many guys in it as well, I would have sworn I was at a lesbian rave. Then I spotted her again, the flash of white seemed to materialize nearly in front of me. She wasn’t dancing with anyone and there was a weird clear area around her as she moved with incredibly athletic grace.
I moved to the edge of a small opening as her dance got more and more athletic. She was incredible! Her hands wandered all over her body. It was almost like she was masturbating as she went through some wild gyrations. I was entranced by her dance and also the sheer eroticism of it. I think I will remember her dance whenever I hear the song she was dancing to. I had a good view, being a bit on the tall side. I felt someone grab my arm and heard Angie. I didn’t look at her, I couldn’t take my eyes from the dancer.
“She’s who I wanted you to see, isn’t she un-fucking-believable?”
I could only nod. If I had looked at Angie, I would have known there was something set-up, but as I said, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The music paused and the dancer was directly across from me as she stopped. She wasn’t breathing hard, which was a surprise because she was certainly working hard. I got my first good look at her. She was about my height and in phenomenal shape. Blonde, nearly white hair, her skin was so white it was nearly translucent. Her body was a bit curvier than my thin shape, but it was amazing. She was wearing a bright white leotard and a dancer’s skirt that almost seemed to glow under the lights. Just before the music started the next song, her eyes caught mine and she didn’t let me go.
The music started, something with a very strong beat. It was impossible to stand still for either of us. I closed my eyes as I started moving with it. Then I heard a reaction from the crowd like I had broken a rule or something as I stepped into the clear area around the white dancer, but it quieted quickly as they realized we were moving closer and closer like we had danced together before. Our moves weren’t synchronized, but following the beat of the music, they were complimentary. We circled around the clear area, slowly getting closer and closer. I don’t know if either of us blinked, but I know damn well we never looked at anyone else. It was us and the music.
The crowd faded far into the background as we got closer and closer. I studied her as best I could. Like I said, she was right at my height, but so pale. I wasn’t quite as busty, but I have great hips and legs. My dark coloring and black outfit made us look almost like the complete opposite of each other. Slowly we came together. Her arms went to my shoulders as my hands took her hips.
We didn’t do more than that, but it was liked we were linked. Our eyes never left each other as our bodies knew exactly what to do. The music slowed; at least it did to me as we slowly moved together. Hip to hip, breast to breast, we moved like one person as there seemed to be even more space around us. Our arms went around each other at the same time and our heads rested on each other’s shoulder at the same instant.
The music changed and we adjust automatically. Now each of us had pushed one leg a little deeper so we were closer entwined, my thigh was pressing against her sex as hers was against mine. Our matching height worked perfectly as we each lowered one hand to the small of the other’s back and helped provide the leverage to keep us glued together.
I heard that growl, but I couldn’t tell if it was one of us or someone in the crowd. Each beat of the music coincided with us pressing our sexes against the other’s thigh. I was aflame, mesmerized, and lost to her touch, her scent, and her body. Like mirror images, we were making love in the middle of that dance floor.
My body started peaking as the music went faster and faster. As one she and I threw our heads back and screamed a primal scream. Still in beat with the now frenzied music, we started pushing ourselves slightly apart, then pulling and slamming ourselves together as we started orgasming. The world evaporated as we slid slowly down to the floor, locked together. The music stopped and not a sound penetrated my brain as we lay there like death.
We recovered slowly and I realized that two of the other dancers were helping us to our feet. As I looked around I expected to see a room full of people all over the floor. Instead what I saw was worse. As we clung to each other, being held up by the others, every damn one of the other guests around the dance floor was watching us. Then some bitch started applauding, which started the whole crowd. Cheers, applause, whistles, god I was so embarrassed and blushed, which made my skin darker, her face was almost scarlet. To my amazement, she took my hand and pulled me into a theatrical bow.
She whispered that if we stayed embarrassed we would never live it down. We took our — punishment — and I saw Angie with a look on her face that told me she had planned something, but not this!
