Keep dancing, and obey your impulses

No sooner as the bartender had let you go, you began bouncing to the sound of invisible music, even though you seem to be able to hear it still pounding in your head, as if you almost had no control over it. It was just too impossible to resist. Your dancing almost always incorporated a sexy sway. You're not sure if it was the intoxication or the beat of the music, but you could not stop your hands from feeling up and down your dress. It was like a sudden erotic euphoria that was taking over you. You felt hot from the sweat and vibe of the club, and you were never afraid to show it. Shimmying across the room, you approach what might be the silhouette of a man. He seemed to be laughing, which you are not too sure about, but likely because he was having a good time too. Mostly from watching you. You press yourself against him and grind the length of your body against his crotch seductively. Turning around, you do the same with your back turned, your ass sliding up and down what might be a hardening shaft beneath his pants. How you loved to tease.

It wasn't long until you felt as if you were being surrounded as the space around you felt tighter. That did not deter you from stopping your dance. In fact, you raise your arms in the air as you feel like the party was just starting, letting out a hyped up drunken whoop into the sky. You did not even notice as the zipper of your dress was being undone, and your dress falling onto the floor. The hands that reached out to grope and touch you felt as if it was just the crowd getting frisky. You let them, for such perfection that was your body should be shared, even as you feel the snap of your bra being opened and your panties being pulled. Those same hands were now stroking and squeezing your goods. Your could feel the course textures slipping across your delicate nipples and up and down your slit, causing you to jolt from the touch. You let out an audible yelp when you suddenly felt your left nipple being sucked hard.