Live in the moment

I slid a hand down his pants, which was followed by the hand groping my ass sliding down and up under my dress, his hands taking in my bare flesh. It migrated around from my ass to my front, tracing along the band of my panties until it slid down to rub against my covered pussy. I was already moist and went to essentially dripping with only a few seconds of him rubbing up and down my slit. I tried my best to rub his cock in his pants, but it was way too tight for me to actually stroke it or anything and I wasn't about to go for an over the pants hand-job. Rather, pressing myself as close to him as I could for cover, I unzipped the front of his jeans but left them buttoned and belted, then carefully and a little forcefully slipped his cock through the front flap of his underwear and jeans. He looked nervous and surprised, glancing left and right to see if anyone noticed us, but I was a woman on a mission; besides, everyone else here was wrapped up in their own little worlds, there were no bouncers in sight, and his cock was already basically hidden between my legs from how close I was to him.

I looked up at him and smirked, then quickly turned around and pressed my ass to his pelvis, his cock now directly between my legs and hidden under my dress. He picked up on what was happening, carefully angling his hips below mine while I reached down and guided it in past my pulled-aside panties. I started to slowly push myself down and back, leaning forwards as much as I could given our position. He was fairly well-endowed, and with a little adjusting disguised as very aggressive grinding, he got maybe an inch short of balls deep into me. I had never had drunk sex before, but I felt like I was going to cum just from the pressure of him inside me already combined with the fact that we were literally surrounded by people. I began to grind up and down, just as if I were dancing, while he tried to buck his hips against me and thrust. We soon reached an improvised rhythm, his small thrusts matching my grinding and minuscule movements. One hand remained on my hips, but the other soon migrated to my chest where it gently squeezed one of my tits, finding the nipple raised against the thin fabric of the dress and bra. Nobody seemed to look at us; everyone nearby was making out or too caught up in dancing on each other in this little dark area to care, and I doubted that we were the first to fuck on the dance floor, maybe not even the first tonight.

I came first; I had been holding in my moans pretty well the whole time, but it took everything I had to not cry out as I orgasmed around him. Before the song finished, he came as well. He made some moves to pull out or move, but I was still caught up in the come down from my own orgasm and had him pinned to the wall. He pulled me against him as he came, his cock twitching a dozen or more times as he erupted inside. I felt him begin to soften immediately and slid him out, his cock covered in my juices and his own cum as it leaked out of me slowly. He quickly stowed his cock as I fixed my panties and pulled my skirt down, now facing each other again. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I made the mental note that it was the second person I had taken a load from today and neither had been from my boyfriend. As a matter of fact, I had never even let my boyfriend cum inside of me raw before. Somehow, completely unknowingly, I had become a slut. I wasn't even on birth control; I tried to recall where on my cycle I was but I was too drunk to continue on that worrying line of thought.

I was pulled into another kiss, this time less needy and slower. He seemed unsure of what to do, and I could feel the magic quickly fading. I supposed I could unmask my mystery lover and get his phone number, or I could go get a drink and not even worry about it. I was pretty thirsty after all of that effort, and I was starting to feel uncomfortably sober for the environment. I could even lead him to the bar and talk, if there was even anything to say after we just fucked on a dance floor.