Nightclub Fun

I was bored. Very bored. I hadn't been out for ages and all my friends were away. When I'm in this kind of mood, dancing always lifts me and I remembered some complimentary tickets I had picked up for Polyanna's nightclub that night. So I thought, that's what I'll do. I went through my wardrobe wondering what to wear and remembered some new jeans I'd bought recently. So I got showered and did all the girly stuff before putting the jeans on with a nice top. It was a real struggle getting the jeans on as they were sooo tight but when I finally got them buttoned and zipped, I felt really good and sexy. There was no room under them for underwear. A quick look in the mirror showed me what I knew already, that the jeans wee a bit too tight and cutting me in half but I thought: what the hell, I feel sooo sexy! I was really tempted to rub one out there and then but my cab was due any minute. At the club, it was really busy with lots of people dancing and I didn't feel self-conscious dancing alone. In fact I was really enjoying it for two reasons: firstly, all the guys standing around watching and secondly, every time I moved my backside in a certain way, my tight jeans pressed on my “bits” sending a warm feeling through me. I must admit to feeling quite wet on the dancefloor. Later on, the smoochy numbers started and I agreed to dance with a couple of guys. The first one wasn't very attractive and I sent him away after a dance. The second one was grinding his obviously hard cock into my belly. Whilst it was a turn on, his bad breath was a bigger turn off so I sent him packing. Anyway, that was it for the night and I had to wait in the usual crush to get out of the club. In the foyer of Polyanna's, there is always a crush to get coats and get out and it usually takes 20 minutes on a busy night and all you can do is wait with your arms squashed forward with other sweaty dancers. It's a nightmare for claustrophobics. On this particular night I was surrounded by about 6 guys and a couple of girls, all equally squashed as me, all pressed tightly up against each other and all looking towards the exit for signs of movement. After a couple of minutes of this, I felt a strange sensation on my backside which I put down to people being pushed against me. Then the feeling was a bit less random to be that. Yes, it was a hand on my arse! A hand that started moving around over both cheeks. My first reaction was to confront the culprit but I couldn't see who it was. Everyone looked so innocent and eager to get out so rather than accuse the wrong person, I decided to put up with it, after all it wasn't such a bad feeling......But then the hand got lower and lower and I started to feel something between my thighs. I was in two minds...do I try to make a move away and try to catch the pervy bastard or do I stay put. In the end I decided to stay put, after all it was starting to feel quite nice and a warm glow was spreading up from my pussy. Then the hand started to get more adventurous. OH.MY GOD! I could feel fingers actually rubbing my pussy through my jeans! I'm almost ashamed to say that I was enjoying this. The mystery hand was pressing the seam of my jeans up into my crack and whoever it was must have been able to feel how wet my jeans were getting. My hands were clutching my purse in front of me and I started to accompany the fingers on my pussy by running a finger around my clit through my jeans. I really needed relief. It crossed my mind to lower my zip and slip a hand inside but I decided it was too risky. My knees were quivering and if it wasn't for the crush holding me up, I think I would have fallen over. This went on for about 10 minutes with me getting hotter and wetter all the time until eventually the crush spilled out onto the street where, as luck would have it, an empty cab was waiting. I jumped into the cab behind the driver and told him where to go. On the 20 minute journey, I put my hand inside my coat and undid the zip on my jeans and quick as a flash I had my hand in my panties and 3 fingers in my pussy which was so wet, I had to try hard to not make squelching noises! It's not often I want taxi rides to last longer but I still managed to have 3 orgasms on the way and, knowing the driver was only a couple of feet away made me, I'm sure, even more horny. I'm sure the driver knew (smelled, heard) what I was doing but didn't say anything. I paid him and rushed into the house for a full masturbation session with my toys.