Mr Charisma

You make your way over to the tall, charming looking guy, slinking and dancing your way through the crowd. He notices you and smiles, before moving towards you as well. You dance together, moving closer and closer. Before long, your dancing against him, his hands wrapped around your body, grinding your arse into his crotch, feeling him grow, his shaft sliding between your cheeks. And you can quickly feel yourself growing excited, all thoughts beyond having him ram himself into you over and over until h splashes deep inside you fleeing from your mind.

You turn your head, craning your neck to gently place your moist lips against his ear. "I need you. Now," you whisper.
"Your place or mine?"
"No time. Fuck me here. I need you inside me. You've already got me dripping"

He glances down at you, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. You know what he's thinking. That this only happens in pornos. But you know he can see you face. See the almost pitiable look of desperation in your otherwise vacant eyes. See your flushed cheeks. Hear your breathe coming in short but deep gasps. See your crimson lips slightly parted, glistening in the bright lights as you pant. And he can feel you press against him. And you see the look in his eyes change. You see the look that says: lets see how far I can get with this girl.

You feel him slide one of his hands down your bare stomach. You bite back a moan, even that slight touch felt so good. His hand slides down further, firmly pressing against your crotch. This time you do moan, your hips giving a little reflex thrust. Then, finally, his hand flips under your short skirt. You push forward, pressing yourself against his roving fingers. You hear him gasp in surprise. You don't think he expected you to be this wet, but you are. Your so wet it feels like you've wet yourself.

Your breathe comes in ragged gasps. You can feel the tip of one of his fingers slide into you, only a thin piece of sodden cloth between his finger and your slick snatch.

He pushes his lips against your ear. "Upstairs. There's couch booths with very low lighting. Meet me there in three minutes. I'll just go grab a rubber."
"Don't bother. On the pill. Need you now" you shudder.
"Fine by me."