Grab his hand and take him somewhere less crowded

Your dance partner seems to sense your need for escape, and changes instantly from lustful admirer to your saviour, as he takes hold of your hand and leads you through the cheering crowd. After what you just did in front of all these eyes, it is no surprise that as you squeeze your way through the packed area, a few hands snake out and grope your passing ass, and you are convinced you felt a few hard cocks inside jeans as you brushed past some of the guys. Even in your embarrassment at your recent act, the knowledge of your ability to create so many aroused men in one go is quite a thrill.

Getting away from the centre of the dance floor, there is more space to move and you move alongside your molester and saviour. With the music still too loud for talking here, he points towards the bar, and nodding your desire for a drink now, the two of you walk over in that direction.

“What do you want?” he leans over and almost shouts in your ear.

“Barcardi Breezer please” you shout back, although you had been tempted to say his cock. Letting go of your hand he eases his way to the bar, and two minutes later is back clutching two bottles. Handing one to you, he again indicates to suggest you move away from your current location, and following, you find yourself somewhere that you can actually talk without the need to shout and repeat every other word.