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A Night at the Club

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A Night at the Club by pixiefelice@hotmail.com (pixiefelice@hotmail.com)Everything I've written on the Internet has been relating to my own personal experiences, but thought it would be great fun to add to the fiction section. But I didn't want it to be meaningless fiction, I wanted to relate a personal sexual fantasy. I've had this fantasy for many years, in many different forms. To understand what this fantasy really means to me, you have to understand just a little about me. I've had a few public or semi-public sexual experiences, but just one were I know people saw me and I could see them watching It was spontaneous and I still think back on it often. That experience happened 4 years ago, it began when a girlfriend and I had been playing all night in a club, dancing, drinking, and dancing some more. We came out stumbling drunk, glued to each other, kissing and fondling, making a huge scene. We make it as far as the back of her bronco. We crawl into the back and begin to play around. The parking lot was dark and it was pitch black inside the bronco. As my eyes adjusted, I could see real well, in fact, I could see people moving around outside, the club had closed! Everyone was pouring out, cars starting and leaving. At first I thought it might be okay, that nobody would notice us, but then we both notice people milling around outside. There were just too many lingering people to be coincidental. I could hear conversations and see people lingering outside,...acting like they weren't watching, pretending to carry on conversation, while casting hard glances to the bronco. If we weren't as drunk or as rowdy or as young perhaps we would have scrambled and gotten ourselves together. But we were and so we didn't. We took less than 20 minutes to finish some sloppy and drunken sex. When we were finished we crawled in front, while everyone begins to just walks away, some of them casting glances back at us, grins and chatter everywhere as everyone gets in their cars. I did appreciate how cool everyone was, there was no jeering or real direct eye contract, they were incredibly subtle. Remembering it is bitter sweet. The problem is, I was so drunk, I really didn't orgasm good, it was sort euphoric, I wasn't into it, but rather detached from it. I was just like one of the observers. It happened so quickly and the memory of it is better than the actual experience. Or rather the fantasy of what I wanted it to be is better than the actual experience. I often fantasize about similar experiences, except this time, I'm not drunk and it's not dark in the back of an uncomfortable bronco. So I'm writing this fantasy to correct that experience, to rewrite history. This is how I want it to be:It's Saturday night in April of 1994. I'm 21 again and I'm dressed to thrill. Wearing a strapless black dress, like a second skins formed to my hips,, waist, and tiny breasts. The wispy material of the dress leaves my body cool, with the feeling of being naked. Thigh high black stockings and glossy black pumps. My black hair hangs down to my waist and is braided with beautiful beads. My lips and nails are colored a sinful red. The hint of vanilla on my body. For those that don't know me, I'm a petite person, slender and small. I hear Gail's car pull up outside. She's been my girlfriend for 6 months, I think it's almost over between us, and I feel a little bit like this is actually a going away party. She's beautiful. No other word to describe her. She's not the typical type of girl that attracts me. I've always been attracted to women a little rougher than her, a little more aggressive. She has an hour glass figure, I'd just kill for, with large beautiful breasts, and wonderfully rounded hips. She can wear anything and look like a supermodel. With her silky red hair and pouty lips, she makes most women look like school girls. I hop into her little red corvette (come on, what else?). I look her up and down, she's wearing that slinky red dress that drives me mad!We glide right past the bouncer at the door, stepping in front of the line and over the ropes that keeps the crowd out. I wink and say hello to Chris the guard. We arrived at the club at just the right time. This is mixed club, lots of hetro, but it's still a heavy hangout for the lesbian crowd, and even a few gay men on the weekends. The club is modest size, a nice long bar, lots of little tables, and a sunken dance floor. The music plays loud, but not so loud that you can't talk easily over it. The lights dance playfully off the wall and speakers play some of the best pop music going. We recognize a few friends as we come through the door. All the men gawk and even a few women throw some sexy glances our way. We look for a good table and one of the best comes available (what a perfect night). So we slide gracefully up to the table. The dance floor sits just below this table, and from this corner you can see and be seen by the entire club.The club has a nice crowd tonight. A lot of lesbian couple, a few hetro couples, and a smattering of single men. Everyone chatting, dancing, and drinking. The waitress comes up to our table and points over to a couple of guys, she says they bought us drinks. Always a dilemma, take the drinks and they approach, and you have to beg off, or turn down the drinks and look like an ungrateful bitch. We take the drinks, but I just order club soda, while Gail orders a Margarita.The guys approach and are really pretty handsome, if I leaned that way, I'm sure I would be interested. And their charming to, we fall into easy conversation, but it doesn't take them long to figure out we're gay. They ask if they should go, Gail said yes...and I say no. We laugh. I tell them it's okay to stay, if they don't mind ending up empty handed at the end of the night. They say, just seeing us saddled up next to each other is enough. Again we all laugh.Feeling frisky, I start taking it a little further. I say, "so if I kissed her like this? *kissing Gail deeply*, "that would make your night worthwhile.They grin and shake their heads, speechless. Gail starts teasing me, "So how much do you plan to show these guys?" and I reply, "As much as it takes sweety."Calvin, the more talkative of the two begins chattering away. He tells me what a thrill that was, how he would just LOVE to see more. So I lean over and kiss Gail again, this time pressing up to her, my breasts on hers, my hands rubbing all over her. She goes with it for a second then breaks off. She glances around the room, and I notice, what she just noticed, that we were acquiring a bit of an audience. Nobody was exactly staring, but there were a lot of people looking and casting glances our way. Gail leans over and whispers to me, "I think we've taken this far enough.".I laugh out loud, "Ohhh poooh, come on Gail, are you scared?"."Yes", she says.I feel a little satisfaction. I knew things were coming to and end for the two of us and felt a little powerful here. She'd always been the "one" in the relationship. Always bending to her will, I didn't like that at all. I felt in control now. I said, "We'll, I'll just have to go on without you.""Yeah, sure you will!", she sneered.I just smile and run my hand down here cheek, down her body, across her hips then over to me. I move my hands up my body, smiling, and feeling incredibly sexy. These two men, just entranced, Gail flustered and taken back, I can feel dozens of eyes on me. Their stares are burning me thru, they want to see more, they know something special is happening, something between us all, something created by me!I kick back from the table a little, my chair bumps the table behind me, but I don't care. My hands roam wildly around my body. My skin is alive and sensitive, everything feels erogenous. I place a leg up on the table, spreading them ever so slightly. The two men's eyes track right up my leg and under my skirt. So predictable. But I give them what they crave and spread my legs even more. My hands run down my figure until they hit the bottom seam of my dress and with two handfuls of dress I pull my skirt up past my hips. Lace panties cover my sex, but seem to reveal so much. They lay so flat, it's obvious I'm shaved, the panties are lacy and you can see the pink of my pussy beneath. I peel the panties off, holding them in my hands, the men's eyes follow the panties, as do Gail's, and dozens of other eyes. I raise the panties is up in wide exaggerated motion and drop them absently behind me, I hear the rush of a womans breath behind me and excited talk all around the club. With complete certainty I know that every person in the club is watching me, I hear the bartender telling the bouncers not to let anyone else in for the moment and also yell something to the disk jockey. Moments later I hear that Divinyl's song "I TOUCH MYSELF" begin to play over the radio (what other song?).I feel that this is all meant to be somehow, approved by management, with every eye willing, NO!; not just willing but eager to see me! I take my dress off over my head, my slim body now naked and exposed. I'm clothed in only the dark stockings and pumps. I put both feet up on the table and slide back a little more, I hear the table legs scooting, as someone pushes the table behind me out of the way. Gail is just stunned. Like a deer caught in headlights. I want to roll on the floor laughing, but I'm just too excited, to caught up in my moment.My hands roam aimlessly across my body, pinching nipples and caressing every bare inch of exposed flesh. I wet my lips with a slow tongue and half close my eyes. My hips rise and fall on the seat of the chair, thrusting upwards to meet my roaming hands. I can here gasps and exuberant, but subdued conversation, almost like children rising early to Christmas morning, unable not to chatter, but not wishing to be heard.My body was growing downright hot! The warm lights of the club caused me to grow slick with sweat. I looked down through half opened eye lids on my body, it was gleaming with sweat, it looked as if I'd been dipped in hot oil. My mind was alive with the thoughts of the audience looking on me, it was driving me crazy, I felt like a celebrity of sorts. I slide both hands between my thighs and use them to part my legs even further. Though I could have moved my legs apart independently, I feel driven to make it as much of a crowd pleaser as possible, theater for the masses. Now, for the first time, I slide a hand over my mound, my body shudders at this first exploratory touch. I press my palm into my mound, arching my back, my face contorting in pleasure. I slide a single finger between my slit, as I push in I'm amazed at how wet and hot my clit is. My hand almost feels cold compared to the heat of my pussy. I slide the single finger back and forth up my slit and then I begin to move two fingers around, not in any particular motion, erratically, searching for that one spot that will send me to the moon. My body is shaking and rocking in the chair, I feel two hands behind me holding the chair down. They are strong hands, holding the chair secure as I thrash around.a loud cry escapes my lips, not quite a scream, but not a moan either, something in between. Between moans and squeals my chest is heaving as I labor for each breath. My fingers continue their exploration, as I continue to get hotter and wetter. I slide a single slim finger inside me, rasing my hips in an uncontrollable thrust. My free hand roams across my warm and slick body. I finger fuck myself, the single finger sliding in and out, I press my hips down while applying an upward pressure with my finger. I begin to move my finger in time with my gasping breath. In and out, faster and faster, each thrust taking me closer. My clit begins to clinch around my finger, wave after wave of orgasm washes over me. Each wave more intense than the last. I think I'm orgasming, but I'm wrong, like a tsunami the real orgasm strikes me. My body grows rigid, and a let a out a long satisfying moan, my clit clenching tight around my finger, my face bathed in ecstasy.I calm myself with slow deep breaths, letting out an exhausted sigh. I open my eyes and see that Gail has left my side, but around me, packed in close, are the entire occupants of the club. Their eyes, men and woman alike, are filled with passion and desire. Their is no cheering like at some sports event, just mumbled thank-you's and little waves and lots of huge grins. The crowd disperses, some couples hustling out the door hand in hand, others heading for the dance floor or up to the bar to freshen their drink. I slip my little black dress back over my head, forgetting all about my panties, a souvenir for someone. The hands on the back of my chair finally release, I turn and look. She's a beautiful lady, I'd seen her before with some friends, but had never been introduced. She's not so tall as Gail, but still taller than me. Her hands are strong, from her muscle tone and the movements of her body she looks like she works out a lot. She seems at a loss for word, so I strike the conversation up, telling her, I think I should probably go. She offers to take me home, her voice is rugged and deep, not masculine, just exuding strength. Oh, she just seems so yummy! I can feel myself stirring, a little lust, the rapid beat my heart, the connection between us. Definitely time to Go.Felice