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Crowded Club (M/F)
by hiccup1049@aol.com (Hiccup1049)
(c) 1997


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Unfortunately this is fiction. Comments welcome by Email.

**

The show was sold out and the club was packed to the 
rafters. At least 800 people were stuffed into a room that 
could barely hold 600. There was no room to move at all. 

I was standing next to a woman I'd never met. I couldn't see 
her face at all, but her body was hot. She was wearing a 
black mini dress that barely covered her tight shapely ass. 
When she turned a certain way I could see her breasts, and 
they were magnificent. Big, firm, round, with a nice hard 
nipple poking through her top. If I looked straight down I 
could see her bare legs. They were long and smooth and 
creamy. The word that comes to mind is sleek. Her red hair 
was long and wavy, hanging to the middle of her back.

While we were waiting for the show to start I talked with my 
friends and she talked with hers. I still kept looking at 
her though. I still hadn't seen her face but her body had me 
captivated.

Finally the band came out, and from the first note they were 
smoking. Right off the bat my sexy red head neighbor started 
dancing. Or at least trying to. Every time she swung her 
hips, she brushed her ass against the back of my hand. I 
expected her to shift around to avoid brushing me with her 
ass, but she didn't. I was a bit nervous, being the 
gentleman that I am I didn't want her to think that I was 
feeling her up so I just kept my hand at my side. This 
doesn't mean that I wasn't enjoying her dance.

After two songs she was still rubbing against me. I decided 
to be bold. I turned my hand around so that she was brushing 
my palm. After a minute or so I started cupping her ass as 
she swung by. A couple of minutes later she was still at it. 
What the hell I thought. The next time she swung by instead 
of just cupping her ass I grabbed it and held on. Imagine my 
surprise when she didn't turn around and slug me. She just 
kept on grooving. I gave her cheeks a good hard squeeze, and 
for the first time she acknowledged my presence by pushing 
her perfect little ass against my hand. Now we were really 
getting somewhere!

I shifted my position so that I could grab her with both 
hands. She just kept on rocking. I lifted up the back of her 
dress and slid one hand underneath. Wonder of wonders, no 
panties. When I touched her bare cheek for the first time 
she responded by bending over a little and pushing her ass 
into my crotch. My cock had been aching for attention, and 
when she touched it, it felt so good I thought I was going 
to cum in my jeans. This woman had me so turned on that I 
had to thank her by getting her off. 

I slid my hand along her crack. Slowly moving lower and 
lower until my hand was between her legs. Her pussy was 
covered with stubble. It seemed that she had forgotten to 
shave that day. I rubbed my finger over her lips, not 
wanting to penetrate her yet, just teasing her. The music 
was so loud that I couldn't hear myself think, but I'm sure 
that I heard her moan. 

When I touched her clit she gave up pretending to dance, and 
started grinding on my hand.  She was so wet that I was 
slipping and sliding all over her. I decided that now was 
the time, and I pushed my index finger into her cunt. Her 
whole body shivered in ecstasy. I slid a second finger into 
her and she reached back and grabbed my arm to keep herself 
from falling down. 

I finger fucked her as hard as I could, without knocking her 
over. Her hips were thrusting down to meet my hand as I 
worked it in and out of her. She swung her head around in 
delight. 

With an impressive amount of skill, she reached back and 
undid my zipper. She reached in and grabbed my swollen, 
attention starved cock and started jerking me off. Now we 
were both writhing in ecstasy.

We only lasted for a few minutes more. I felt her hot pussy 
squeeze my fingers, and she stopped humping them. She leaned 
back, pressing her whole body against mine, and squeezed my 
cock with her hand as she came. That's all it took for me. I 
pulled up her dress and shot my cum all over her ass. It 
seamed like the proper thing to do.

For the rest of the show we just stood together, me gently 
caressing her outer lips, and her softly stocking my spent 
cock. When the show ended I leaned over and, pulling her 
hair aside, kissed the back of her neck. I still hadn't seen 
much of her face. She said, without turning around, just 
loud enough for me to hear, "thank you for the wonderful 
evening." then she deftly put my dick back into my pants and 
walked away.

Copyright (c) 1997