Just some thoughts
Well, I haven't written anything here for ages. Hopefully, you didn't think I had dissappeared. At least I've added a lot of new people to my friends list now, so I guess I should at least say welcome to you all. Also, I guess it wouldn't be nice of me to just say welcome to a lot of new people and not even give them a welcome present ;) I know it's not much, but I could share some thoughts about a night out.
As some of you may know already, I like to dance sometimes. The fact that the dancefloor can be pretty crowded doesn't matter that much, since I just want to dance and feel the music. But this evening I wanted to attract attention, so I deliberately picked a dress that showed off my body nicely. The skirt was loose and not too long, and the top was made of a light and almost transparent fabric. I noticed that if I didn't wear a bra, it was even possible to see my nipples through the fabric, and if I moved fast, the air would make the skirt lift so that my underwear would show. Since I wanted to look slutty, I smirked at myself in the mirror when I saw that. But since I didn't want a row with the rest of the family, I covered myself in a big jacket when I left the house. Nobody said anything, and I wasn't going to keep the jacket on once I got to the disco anyway.
Since this was during mid-week, the place wasn't all that crowded, but it wasn't empty either. That was good, because I found a nice table in a corner where I could just sit and look like I was having a drink. But really, I was looking around at the place just to make sure I actually dared to do what I had in mind. Since I have to admit this wasn't a place where I go regularly, it's good to get a feeling about the place and its people first, right? I don't even remember if I had second thoughts at some point, but by the time I finished my drink, I had decided to go through with my plan. So, I left my jacket at the corner table, and made my way to the dancefloor.
Even before I got there, I could feel that there were people following me with their eyes. It was probably just because of the dress, but I liked the feeling anyway. I straightened my dress a little, and made sure that my hand rested a little longer than necessary on my butt when I straightened that part of the dress. After that, I waited for the next song to start before I stepped onto the dancefloor. It wasn't too crowded today, but I could easily disappear and reappear between people, so it was perfect. At first, I just danced to the rhythm of the music, just doing a few spins every time there was enough space around me and the music allowed for it. The spins made my skirt lift just enough to tease some of the guys who were also dancing, and it wasn't a problem to me if it also caught the attention of those who just sat around sipping their drinks. I loved the feeling it gave me when I realized that those people probably thought about me as slutty and naughty without even talking to me, so I suddenly wanted to prove them right.
Therefore, I stopped trying to disappear between people, and stayed almost at the front of the dancefloor as much as I could. The loud, rhythmic music was easy to dance to, but now I was also stroking my body as I danced. As I did that, I caught the eyes of a few other people, just to make sure they noticed. Some of them definitely did, as far as I could see in their eyes. I kept dancing in that way for a while, and felt more comfortable after a while. Maybe that's why I didn't notice that I was suddenly closer to the corner of the dancefloor than I had been before. This place had a dancefloor with the wall on two sides, and until now I had stayed away from that corner just because I wouldn't be so visible from there, and being visible was just what I had been aiming for all night.
Now, I was suddenly very close to the corner, and I was planning to get back to the more open part of the dancefloor when somebody almost tripped, and I had to take a step back. Of course I lost my rhythm, too. But, as I took that step backwards, I felt someone grabbing me around the waist, and a voice that told me in my ear that "You've been teasing me all night, so I'm just going to give you a helping hand now". Considering the loudness of the music, he must have been screaming into my ear, but I'm still sure I was the only one who heard him. He held me with just one arm, and pressured me against his body in a grip so tight that I couldn't even turn and look at him.
At that moment, I had many different feelings at the same time. First of all, I was scared, because I didn't know this person, and didn't know what he wanted. Secondly, I was excited, because I knew I had been teasing people all night, but I still didn't want it to come to something like this. There might have been more, too, but I don't remember. I just remember how the guy behind me started to stroke my body in almost the same way as I had been doing myself earlier. Even though I gave up fighting his tight grip very soon, I was very tense. He must have noticed, too, because I heard him chuckle in my ear. "Why so tense? Remember, I've been watching you all night, so I know you enjoy it". Strangely, his mocking tone was exciting me, even though I didn't want that to happen at all. As I struggled to hide that, he changed his stance so that he forced me to stand with my feet further apart. Too late, I realized that he was just making things easier for himself.
He was suddenly moving his hand faster than before when he moved it from my stomach down towards my pussy. At first, he didn't even care that the fabric of my dress was getting in the way - he just felt my pussy through both dress and pants. His hand made creaks and folds in my dress, and he couldn't resist to let me know that "girl, you'll look like you can't keep your fingers to yourself". I knew he was right, but I still struggled hard to hide that I was getting more and more wet. Without planning to do so, I even moved my feet even further apart to give him better access. He laughed evilly in my ear when he noticed that, and suddenly lifted my skirt so he could get his hand inside my pants. I could feel him touching my bare pussy with just one finger at first, then more fingers when he felt that I was already getting wet. "Filthy little wet whore, aren't you?" he said in my ear. I could hear the smirk in his voice and with surprise I admitted to myself that I loved that.
As some of you may know already, I like to dance sometimes. The fact that the dancefloor can be pretty crowded doesn't matter that much, since I just want to dance and feel the music. But this evening I wanted to attract attention, so I deliberately picked a dress that showed off my body nicely. The skirt was loose and not too long, and the top was made of a light and almost transparent fabric. I noticed that if I didn't wear a bra, it was even possible to see my nipples through the fabric, and if I moved fast, the air would make the skirt lift so that my underwear would show. Since I wanted to look slutty, I smirked at myself in the mirror when I saw that. But since I didn't want a row with the rest of the family, I covered myself in a big jacket when I left the house. Nobody said anything, and I wasn't going to keep the jacket on once I got to the disco anyway.
Since this was during mid-week, the place wasn't all that crowded, but it wasn't empty either. That was good, because I found a nice table in a corner where I could just sit and look like I was having a drink. But really, I was looking around at the place just to make sure I actually dared to do what I had in mind. Since I have to admit this wasn't a place where I go regularly, it's good to get a feeling about the place and its people first, right? I don't even remember if I had second thoughts at some point, but by the time I finished my drink, I had decided to go through with my plan. So, I left my jacket at the corner table, and made my way to the dancefloor.
Even before I got there, I could feel that there were people following me with their eyes. It was probably just because of the dress, but I liked the feeling anyway. I straightened my dress a little, and made sure that my hand rested a little longer than necessary on my butt when I straightened that part of the dress. After that, I waited for the next song to start before I stepped onto the dancefloor. It wasn't too crowded today, but I could easily disappear and reappear between people, so it was perfect. At first, I just danced to the rhythm of the music, just doing a few spins every time there was enough space around me and the music allowed for it. The spins made my skirt lift just enough to tease some of the guys who were also dancing, and it wasn't a problem to me if it also caught the attention of those who just sat around sipping their drinks. I loved the feeling it gave me when I realized that those people probably thought about me as slutty and naughty without even talking to me, so I suddenly wanted to prove them right.
Therefore, I stopped trying to disappear between people, and stayed almost at the front of the dancefloor as much as I could. The loud, rhythmic music was easy to dance to, but now I was also stroking my body as I danced. As I did that, I caught the eyes of a few other people, just to make sure they noticed. Some of them definitely did, as far as I could see in their eyes. I kept dancing in that way for a while, and felt more comfortable after a while. Maybe that's why I didn't notice that I was suddenly closer to the corner of the dancefloor than I had been before. This place had a dancefloor with the wall on two sides, and until now I had stayed away from that corner just because I wouldn't be so visible from there, and being visible was just what I had been aiming for all night.
Now, I was suddenly very close to the corner, and I was planning to get back to the more open part of the dancefloor when somebody almost tripped, and I had to take a step back. Of course I lost my rhythm, too. But, as I took that step backwards, I felt someone grabbing me around the waist, and a voice that told me in my ear that "You've been teasing me all night, so I'm just going to give you a helping hand now". Considering the loudness of the music, he must have been screaming into my ear, but I'm still sure I was the only one who heard him. He held me with just one arm, and pressured me against his body in a grip so tight that I couldn't even turn and look at him.
At that moment, I had many different feelings at the same time. First of all, I was scared, because I didn't know this person, and didn't know what he wanted. Secondly, I was excited, because I knew I had been teasing people all night, but I still didn't want it to come to something like this. There might have been more, too, but I don't remember. I just remember how the guy behind me started to stroke my body in almost the same way as I had been doing myself earlier. Even though I gave up fighting his tight grip very soon, I was very tense. He must have noticed, too, because I heard him chuckle in my ear. "Why so tense? Remember, I've been watching you all night, so I know you enjoy it". Strangely, his mocking tone was exciting me, even though I didn't want that to happen at all. As I struggled to hide that, he changed his stance so that he forced me to stand with my feet further apart. Too late, I realized that he was just making things easier for himself.
He was suddenly moving his hand faster than before when he moved it from my stomach down towards my pussy. At first, he didn't even care that the fabric of my dress was getting in the way - he just felt my pussy through both dress and pants. His hand made creaks and folds in my dress, and he couldn't resist to let me know that "girl, you'll look like you can't keep your fingers to yourself". I knew he was right, but I still struggled hard to hide that I was getting more and more wet. Without planning to do so, I even moved my feet even further apart to give him better access. He laughed evilly in my ear when he noticed that, and suddenly lifted my skirt so he could get his hand inside my pants. I could feel him touching my bare pussy with just one finger at first, then more fingers when he felt that I was already getting wet. "Filthy little wet whore, aren't you?" he said in my ear. I could hear the smirk in his voice and with surprise I admitted to myself that I loved that.