Dance with him for a bit

I smiled back, taking one of his hands and letting him spin me around. He tried to ask me something, probably my name, but I couldn't make it out over the noise and just responded with a confused look and a shrug. We danced facing each other, moving closer and closer until I was basically just gyrating my hips against his. I turned around, almost unthinkingly, and started lightly grinding on him. He put one hand on my hip while I gyrated and bounced to the beat of the music. He responded enthusiastically by moving in time with me and putting his other hand on my waist. I wasn't very worked up, but I was drunk and he was cute, so I kept dancing on him even as I could ever so slightly feel something hardening in his pants. It was gratifying, even, as he slid one hand up my body to just a little under my boobs, almost one finger pressing into one, pulling me closer into him. We kept dancing like this for several songs, changing pace as the beat changed, and gradually were pushed out of the middle of the dance floor to a dimly lit, far wall opposite the entry.

Bumping into the wall, we faced each other and kept dancing. Before the song finished, though, he locked eyes with me and leaned down to capture me in a deep and passionate kiss that I instinctively returned. Putting my arms around him, we made out even while we were still bumping and pressing into each other. He felt up and down my back, one hand on the back of my head while the other roamed down to near the bottom of my dress, resting on my ass. A frenetic song came on, the fast beat seemingly compelling us to kiss deeper and hungrier, while I began to basically dry hump him. Now I was getting worked up, pushing myself on him and the hard thing tucked away in his pants. He started to squeeze and grope my ass, letting go of my hair in favor of alternating between squeezing my clothed tits and pulling me closer into him. He slipped one hand down my front, daringly, pinching and rolling one nipple under my bra. We were in our own little world in a dark edge of the dance floor, without any idea who the other person was.